GRANA WEAL'S GARLAND. 137 



You will easily imagine that I was rather surprised, 

 when I came to the last page of Theobald's letter, to 

 find that he had seen your notice to correspondents on 

 the cover of the " Museum" for August last, in which 

 you had said (though he does not mention it) that ano- 

 ther correspondent (" Benedict") who had sent you a 

 reply to my paper, had " mistaken a jeu d 'esprit for a 

 serious matter ;" and while reading Theobald's sage 

 defence of the matrimonial condition, I fancied, of 

 course, that he had fallen into the same error as your 

 friend " Benedict ;" but he does not seem to place much 

 reliance on what you say to your " correspondents," as 

 he considers that the latter part of the notice referred 

 to, contains " a bit of a bounce of your own." In this 

 he may perhaps be nearer the truth than in many other 

 things which he " shrewdly suspects. " But I leave 

 you to settle the matter between yourselves ; although 

 I cannot help fearing that you will " come off second 

 best, " since he has probably, by this time, learnt to 

 use the " matrimonial drumsticks. " 



A BACHELOR. 



GRANA WEAL'S GARLAND. 



LAMENTATION OF FIGHTING FITZGLRALD's GHOST. 



Taken down from the mouth of the Apparition, which may be seen 

 any morning before sunrise in the Fifteen Acres. 



The Fifteen Acres is a large, open portion of the Phoenix Park, near Dublin ; 

 used as a place of review for the king's troops ; and as a place of rendezvous, by 

 gentlemen of susceptible feelings, in order to arrange little matters of etiquette in 

 an honourable manner. 



I HI. 



Roger darling, who's for fighting 1 Ten pounds for a Papist's visage ! 



I'm his man sir here's my card. D O'Connell and the Pope ! 



None to answer my inviting 1 Oh, boys, if you stand such usage, 



Rather strange, and very hard. Every man deserves a rope. 



Can't a man get some diversion, Maurice ! Tom ! O' Gorman Mahon 



Some indulgence, any how ? Can you tamely this allow 1 



Sink your rascally Coercion ! Won't you box or clapperclaw one 1 



Any money for a row ! Any money for a row 1 



II. IV. 



Men, I think, are all turned Quakers, Since I get such cold denial, 



Swaddlers, tailors, and what not From these dirty dogs of Dan's, 



Here I'm on the Fifteen Acres ! Here goes for another trial 



Who's to shoot me or be shot? Ten pounds for an Orangeman's 



None to answer, none to meet me 1 Heretic face, and curse King William ! 



Can I be in Ireland now ! Both, by Jove, are under cow : 



Monstrous shabby way to treat me My eyes, how these Whigs must mill' em, ! 



Any money for a row ! Any money for a row ! 



From the Dublin University Magazine. 



