THE LAST IRISH GRIEVANCE ON reading of the general indignation occasioned in Ireland by the appointment of a Scotch Professor to one of HER MAJESTY'S Godless Colleges, MASTER MOLLOY MOLONY, brother of THADDEUS MOLONY, Esq., of the Temple, a youth only fifteen years of age, dashed off the following spirited lines: A SI think of the insult that's done to this nation, The sleeves that appointed PROFESSOR M'COSH. I look round me counthree, renowned by exparience, I gaze round the world in its utmost diminsion; What, Erin beloved, is thy fetal condition? What shame in aych boosom must rankle and burrun, To think that our countree has ne'er a logician In the hour of her deenger will surrev her turrun! On the logic of Saxons there 's little reliance, And, rather from Saxons than gather its rules, I'd stamp under feet the base book of his science, And spit on his chair as he taught in the schools! O false SIR JOHN KANE! is it thus that you praych me? I scawurn to be learned by the Saxon M'COSH. There's WISEMAN and CHUME, and His Grace the Lord Primate, That sinds round the box, and the world will sub scribe; 'Tis they'll build a College that's fit for our climate, And taych me the saycrets I burn to imboibe! 'Tis there as a Student of Science I 'll enther, Fair Fountain of Knowledge, of Joy, and Contint! SAINT PATHRICK'S Sweet Statue shall stand in the centher, And wink his dear oi every day during Lint. And good DOCTOR NEWMAN, that praycher unwary, 'Tis he shall preside the Academee School, And quit the gay robe of ST. PHILIP of Neri, To wield the soft rod of ST. LAWRENCE O'TOOLE! THE BALLADS OF POLICEMAN X THE WOFLE NEW BALLAD OF JANE RONEY AND MARY BROWN A N igstrawnary tail I vill tell you this veek- Who charged Mary Brown with a robbin of she. This Mary was pore and in misery once, And she came to Mrs. Roney it's more than twelve monce. She ad n't got no bed, nor no dinner nor no tea, And kind Mrs. Roney gave Mary all three. Mrs. Roney kep Mary for ever so many veeks, "Mrs. Roney, O Mrs. Roney, I feel very ill; Will you just step to the Doctor's for to fetch me a pill?" "That I will, my pore Mary," Mrs. Roney says she; And she goes off to the Doctor's as quickly as may be. No sooner on this message Mrs. Roney was sped, Mrs. Roney's best linning, gownds, petticoats, and close, Her children's little coats and things, her boots, and her hose, She packed them, and she stole 'em, and avay vith them did flee. Mrs. Roney's situation - you may think vat it vould be! Of Mary, ungrateful, who had served her this vay, see But this Mary, as had acted so ungrateful to she? She was leaning on the helbo of a worthy young man, They were going to be married, and were walkin hand in hand; And the Church bells was a ringing for Mary and he, And the parson was ready, and a waitin for his fee. When up comes Mrs. Roney, and faces Mary Brown, "Mrs. Roney, o, Mrs. Roney, o, do let me go, I acted most ungrateful I own, and I know, But the marriage bell is a ringin, and the ring you may see, And this young man is a waitin," says Mary says she. "I don't care three fardens for the parson and clark, And the bell may keep ringin from noon day to dark. Mary Brown, Mary Brown, you must come along with me; And I think this young man is lucky to be free." So, in spite of the tears which bejew'd Mary's cheek, On account of her conduck so base and so vile, Now you young gurls of Southwark for Mary who veep |