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The steersman of the five provinces, 



It is difficult to praise, him as he deserves. 



Every degree above my head 



That he possesses, is the better for me, 

 In the spacious mansion of polished stones 

 My best poetry he has deserved. 



I have dow come under your Grace, 



From my afflictions I pray you liberate me ; 



For every lock you have a key, 



Might and right you have — liberate me 1 



Thou illustrious first Duke of the Gaels, 

 From every danger I pray thee relieve me; 

 I am under arrest — certainly it is injustice; 

 Perform a good act towards me — liberate me. 



I am a poor little, silly, sickly, old friar. 

 Extend to me thy right hand — do good, 

 The servant of my King, and no traitor ; 

 I am under arrest, what is this but misery? 



Traitors are at large, and I am in fetters; 

 Great is the oppression — relieve me from it ; 

 Thou descendant of the brave men out of Ormond, 

 Write in our behalf — relieve me! 



The foregoing curious letter was recently found among 

 the papers of Lord Ormond, who, through the influence of 

 Mr. Graves, of Kilkenny, kindly consented to permit Dr. Todd 

 to exhibit it to the Academy. The letter is sealed with the 

 impression of a groat of one of the Edwards. 



Mr. Benmohel read a paper as preface and abstract of his 

 work, " Etymological Criticism." He stated that his object 

 was, to correct erroneous assertions regarding some, and re- 

 store identifying kindred to such other words as seem be- 

 reaved of every connexion, through the vast ravages of ages 



