22 LIFE IN IRELAND 



Confin'd no more to fair Augusta's port, 



In Irish ships to IRISH shores resort ; 



Oppressive duties now are felt no more, 



A Free Trade adds to Ireland's plenteous store. 



Thanks to the generous King the boon that gave, 



Safe be his passage o'er the subject wave ! 



Then rear thy thousand hills, spread valleys wide. 



By nature drest in summer's richest pride ; 



Shine with resplendent lustre every scene, 



And sparkle, brilliant isle of emerald green ! 



Long hast thou sigh'd to see thy Sovereign's face, 



To thee the best of his illustrious race ; 



Then, God of life and love ! oh 1 hear my prayer, 



Still make this island thy peculiar care ; 



May no vile hearts mislead her sons again, 



May barbarous Discord sink in endless pain, 



May Peace and Plenty glad her sea-girt shore, 



Religious frenzy sleep to wake no more ! 



Notwithstanding Brian Boru's fatiguing journey, 

 and the numerous visions of delight which his fancy 

 had formed of what he should see, hear, mark, and 

 learn in Ireland's Metropolis, he slept as sound as a 

 Connaught haymaker after a broiHng day's work, and 

 it was not until the meridian sun came in at his 

 window, and Patrick Mooney at the door, that he 

 unclosed his heavy ogles and recollected he had 

 invited Captain Grammachree to breakfast two hours 

 before. 



The Captain, well aware of what Brian had gone 

 through and what he was to encounter, declined dis- 

 turbing him, but made his breakfast ; drank his usual 

 five bowds of tea, eat his three eggs and ten pikelets, took 

 his steadier of raspberry whiskey, and pondered over the 



