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Beau Ben. Good Mainbrace, you got an early lesson that nothing was 

 like Parliamentary interest. 



Li. Col. Towlter. Except petticoat. 



Major Claymore. Gentlemen, I think I scent the Welsh rabbits ; 

 clear off all glasses, for the clock warns us that we have .but a short half 

 hour before we shut our shop. 



[_Captain Kilkenny, who had retired some time before, now enters 

 preceding the landlord, who bears in his arms an immense bowl of 

 punch, attended by the waiter with a tray of Welsh rabbits and 

 sandwiches ; the whole being placed on the table, the landlord and 

 waiter withdraw.~\ 



Capt. Kilkenny. Mr. President, and Gentlemen, this is my [humble 

 oblation in honour of my new rank. I throw myself on your kind in- 

 dulgence, to excuse the liberty I have taken in introducing, without 

 leave, though not without licence, my warm and spirited friend now be- 

 fore you, in which we will drown the memory of past hardships, and 

 drink " better days to all." 



Chorus. 



If any pain or care remain 

 We'll drown it in the bowl. 



Omnes. Hurrah ! here's to our next merry meeting. 



THE DEVONSHIRE BALL. 



ON the Duke of Devonshire's visit to his estates in the south of Ire- 

 land, he won the hearts of the population by his hospitality; and among 

 the rest of his performances, gave a general invitation to all the belles 

 and beaux of the neighbourhood of Youghall, a considerable town, of 

 which he holds the chief part. But the ball was like the famous one at 

 which the war of Troy was constructed ; the Duke himself being the apple 

 of discord, and all the beauties of the town, for twenty miles round, being 

 the Venuses, Minervas, and Junos, for the time being. An indigenous 

 bard, the hereditary poet-laureate of the Devonshire estate, fenned the 

 conflagration by making a song of the affair, and by the help of " Apollo 

 and the Nine," (as he believes,) has contrived to keep up a tolerable 

 combustion ever since. We give it as a document which will be in- 

 valuable to the compiler of the ducal biography, in this age, when a man 

 can neither live nor die without being manufactured into a quarto. 



THE BEAUTIES OF YOUGHALL. 



By Murtogh Cornelius O'Callaghan, Poet. 



Assist your true lover, ye Nine, 



Who for ever are singing and dancing ; 

 I wonder if ever ye pine 



At the pleasures of life to be glancing. 



Sing Cupid and Hymen, heigh ho ! 



I wonder if ever the frost 



Makes you think you've almost served your time? 

 Or a husband or two, at the most, 



Is considered among you a crime ? 

 Sing Cupid, &c. 



