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V. 



The lord replied, " he would not palliate 



The fact that half the story was a lie, 

 The other portion he felt bound to state, 



He believed to be the very contrary ; 

 And without meaning one sole jot to bate, 



He'd say on his responsibility, 

 That more than one of Ireland's boys uproarious, 

 Had played the rogue, and in a way notorious." 



VI. 



A calm here followed, such as we may see 



Fall on the troubled ocean's yeasty raging, 

 When the loud wind, that travelled fierce and free, - 



Its direful anger for a while assuaging, 

 Seems waiting to collect fresh energy 



In the new contest previous to engaging; 

 But soon recovering his senses lost, 

 Daniel arose and called upon his host. 



VII. 



" Which of my knaves is't ?" " 771 not tell you !" " Well ! 



Am I the man ?" " No !" " Now upon him boys !"' 

 And straight a voley of hot queries fell 



'Gainst Althorp's tympanum with Babel noise ; 

 In vain sly Manners interfered to quell 



The tumult, and in balance nice to poise 

 The matter in dispute, for little Shiel 

 Cut short the sophistry with his appeal. 



VIII. 



" Am I the man," began he with a splash 

 Quite metaphoric, " who, with objects sinister, 



Bellow'd against coercion bills slap dash, 



While all the while I gently nudged the minister 



To pull away in spite of rattling thrash 



Meant but to gull, like Burdett's at Westminster. 



Am I the man with villains on a par ? 



' Yes," quoth the honest Lord, " by G you are." 



IX. 



My gentle reader ! when from Drury's piles 



You've wended northward on a foggy night, 

 Just as you turned the corner of St. Giles, 



Say, have your optics gloried in the sight 

 Of a stout bully, rubicund with smiles 



Of jolly Bacchus, and agog for fight, 

 Shouting tremendous for some back to fleece, 

 Anon hard baited by the new police ? 



