There come, a master touch he flings, And many a splendid prize knocked down, But all that's most divinely great Is borne to -'s, in Street. Th' enraptured owner loves to trace Expression, gesture, action, mind. Now burns with gen'rous zeal to teach To teach in prose, or chant in rhyme, And teach the ravished world the rules Who loved his plate, and loved his can; His lady sold it to a Jew. From him, by various chances cast, Now mine, perhaps, by Fate's decree, TO SLEEP. O SLEEP, a while thy power suspending, I know her by her robe of mourning, While fearful hope through tears is beaming, Soothe to rest that wakes no more. THE GREEN SPOT THAT BLOOMS ON THE DESERT OF LIFE. O'ER the desert of life where you vainly pursued Those phantoms of hope which their promise disown, Have you e'er met some spirit divinely endued, That so kindly could say, You don't suffer alone? Does she love to recall the past moments so dear, And the vow was exchanged and recorded in heaven? Then make, &c. THE MERIDIAN IS PASSED. THE Meridian is passed, and the comfortless west Say, then, thou worn heart, why not yield thee to rest? Or, why court the return of thy joys or thy woes? If thy noon-tide affection so coldly was paid, With whate'er it possessed, or of warmth, or of light, Or, perhaps thou but wishest those hours to review, Oh! then let fond mem'ry recall every scene, Let each precious remembrance be cherished with care, And when oft the lone mourner her image reviews, Be thou once more a dupe, and let fancy deceive. Before, however, Mr. Curran passes away from the scene of his professional triumphs, it may not be uninteresting to cast a glance at some of the associates from whom he separ ated.* It was a generation without parallel, perhaps, in legal annals, and furnished characters so peculiar, and details so whimsical, that our more disciplined posterity may well * In this sketch the reader will pardon one or two anachronisms. These chiefly occur in the notices of Lord Plunket and Chief-justice Bushe, and seemed necessary in order that their subsequent splendid career should not be omitted. doubt the record-to the truth of which, however, there are still many witnesses. I shall portray few scenes of which I was not a spectator, and no persons with whom I was not myself familiar. Of the more prominent actors on the stage, Lord Plunket alone remains-and remains, I rejoice to hear, with his fine intellect shedding its "glow serene" upon the evening of his eighty-eighth year. The bar of Ireland now is, I am told, no more like that learned body in the times of which I speak, than are the squires of the present day like those of Castle Rackrent. The fire and the fun of the squirearchy are gone. The morning of whisky, the noon of dueling, and the nights of claret have all passed away, and days of vulgar reckoning have succeeded-days, a dream of which never disturbed the Milesian imagination-days, forsooth, when an Encumbered Estates Bill tells landlords that they must pay, and tenants that they may live! The then bar partook, as might have been expected, very much of the character of the gentry. Enjoyment of the present and defiance of the future constituted its characteristics. Law was scarce, and, to say the truth, its acquisition somewhat dangerous, when to demur to a declaration amounted to a personal offense. Of course there were exceptions, and both sound and shining ones; but we speak of the rule. Zeal supplied the want of learning; each man became the champion of his brief, and “ wager of battle" was the plea most recognized. The reports in vogue were those of the pistol. A duel was an indispensable diploma, quite essential to success at the bar, and sometimes leading even to the bench. Barrington declares that, during what he quaintly calls his "climacteric,” no less than two hundred and twenty-seven single combats came under his notice-a list, be it observed, to which he amply contributed. This may well affright the credulity of our more peaceful day; but, to silence skepticism, I beg to refer the reader to a few of the recorded cases in which the after-attained rank of the belligerents challenges our especial wonder. Lord Clare, afterward lord chancellor, fought Curran, af terward master of the rolls! So much for equity; but common law also sustained its reputation. Clonmel, afterward chief justice, fought two lords and two commoners to show his impartiality, no doubt. Medge, afterward Baron, fought his own brother-in-law and two others. Toler, afterward chief justice of the Common Pleas, fought three persons, one of whom was Fitzgerald—even in Ireland, the "fire-eater" par excellence. Patterson, also afterward chief justice of the same court, fought three country gentlemen, one of them with guns, another with swords, and wounded them all! Corry, chancellor of the Exchequer, fought Mr. Grattan. The Provost of Dublin University, a privy counselor, fought Mr. Doyle, a master in Chancery, and several others. His brother, collector of the customs, fought Lord Mountmorris. Harry Deane Grady, counsel to the Revenue, fought several duels; and all "hits," adds Barrington, with unction. Curran fought four persons, one of whom was Egan, chairman of Kilmainham, afterward his friend in the duel with Lord Buckinghamshire. A duel in these days was often the prelude to intimacy. What a picture does the above list (a meager selection) present of the then state of society! Now, a barrister would be almost disqualified for the bench by what, in those days, almost operated as a recommendation to it! The consequences were obvious. I remember well, at the Sligo summer assizes for 1812, being counsel in the case of the King v. Fenton, for the murder of Major Hillas in a duel, when old Judge Fletcher thus capped his summing up to the jury: "Gentlemen, it's my business to lay down the law to you, and I will. The law says the killing a man in a duel is murder, and I am bound to tell you it is murder; therefore, in the discharge my duty, I tell you so; but I tell you, at the same time, a fairer duel than this I never heard of in the whole coorse of of |