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Ειδωλ’ αγλαιζοντα Εστι διον τοπον τε. Των εθνικων θεων τε, Των Δρυάδων καλων τε: Ποσειδων ηδε Καισαρ Τ' ιδου Ναβεχυδναισαρ Εν αιθρια απαντας Εστ' ιδειν γυμνους σταντας. Εν λιμνη εστι πλοιον, Ει τις πλεειν θελοι αν Και καλα οσσ' εγω σοι Ου δυναμ' εκτυπωσαι: Αλλ' ει γ' ειην λογιστης, Η διδασκαλος σοφιστης, Τοτ' εξοχώτατ' αν σοι Δειξαιμι το άπαν σοι.

V. Plumbea signa Deûm Nemus ornant, grande trophæum ! Stas ibi, Bacche teres ! Nec sine fruge Ceres, Neptunique vago De flumine surgit imago ; Julius hic Cæsar Stat, Nabechud que Nezar! Navicula insonti Dat cuique pericula ponti, Si quis cymbâ hâc cum Vult super ire lacum. Carmini huic ter sum Conatus hic addere versum : Pauper at ingenio, Plus nihil invenio!

ζ. Εκει λιθον τ' εύρησεις Αυτον μεν ει φιλησεις Ευδαιμον το φίλημα" Ρητωρ γαρ παραχρημα Γενησεαι συ δεινος, Γυναιξι τ' ερατεινος, Σεμνοτατα τε λαλών Εν βουλη των μετ' αλλων Και εν ταις αγοραισι « Καθολικαιςβοαισι Δημος σου 'κολουθησει, Και χειρας σοι κροτησει “Ως ανδρι τη μεγιστη Δημoγορων τ' αριστω Ω οδος ουρανoνδε Δια Βλαρνικον λιθον γ' η.* * Τελος της Υλης Βλανρικης. Εx Codice Vatic. vetustiss, incert. ævi circa 42. Sa). CM,

VI.
Fortunatam autem
Premuerunt oscula cautem
(Fingere dùm conor
Debitus huic sic honor):
Quam bene tu fingis
Qui saxi oracula lingis,
Eloquioque sapis
Quod dedit ille lapis !
Gratus homo bellis
Fit unctis melle labellis,
Gratus erit populo
Oscula dans scopulo;
Fit subitd orator,
Caudâque sequente senator.
Scandere vis æthram ?
Hanc venerare petram !t

† Explicit hic Carmen de Nemore Blar nensi. Ex Codice No. 464 in Bibliotheca Breræ apud Mediolanum.

leis an be lefni beanajt an aje seo
Man treun-Mastram no helen Caofn
Wil ceañfeaona air frona cire
Cosivil lejej cum arractajs o'ražail.
Ta cajpleañ'ga tjomċjoll, naleófic pleuria
a ballajó teaña d'angun na rgníos;
Alce Oliber Cromjvil; o’Fúig go fan i,
Ar nin bearna mór lonja falta rin."

No. III.

FATHER PROUT'S CAROUSAL.

“He spread his vegetable store,

And gaily pressed and smiled ;
And, skilled in legendary lore,
The lingering hours beguiled.”

GOLDSMITH.

BEFORE We resume the thread (or yarn) of Frank Cresswell's narrative concerning the memorable occurrences which took place at Blarney, on the remarkable occasion of Sir Walter Scott's visit to “the groves,” we feel it imperative on us to set ourselves right with an illustrious correspondent, relative to a most important particular. We have received, through that useful medium of the interchange of human thought, “the twopenny post," a letter which we think of the utmost consequence, inasmuch as it goes to impeach the veracity, not of Father Prout (patrem quis dicere falsum audeat ?), but of the young and somewhat facetious barrister who has been the volunteer chronicler of his life and conversations.

For the better understanding of the thing, as it is likely to become a quæstio vexata in other quarters, we may be allowed to bring to recollection that, in enumerating the

* Fragment of a Celtic MS., from the King's Library, Copenhagen,

many eminent men who had kissed the Blarney stone during Prout's residence in the parish-an experience extending itself over a period of nearly half a century-Doctor D. Lardner was triumphantly mentioned by the benevolent and simple-minded incumbent of Watergrasshill, as a proud and incontestable instance of the virtue and efficacy of the talisman, applied to the most ordinary materials with the most miraculous result. Instead of feeling a lingering remnant of gratitude towards the old parent-block for such supernatural interposition on his behalf, and looking back to that “kiss” with fond and filial recollection-instead of allowing “the stone” to occupy the greenest spot in the wilderness of his memory—“the stone” that first sharpened his intellect, and on which ought to be inscribed the line of Horace,

“Fungor vice cotis, acutum Reddere quæ valeat ferrum, exsors ipsa secandi" instead of this praiseworthy expression of tributary acknowledgment, the Doctor writes to us denying all obligation in the quarter alluded to, and contradicting most flatly the “soft impeachment” of having kissed the stone at all." His note is couched in such peevish terms, and conceived in such fretful mood, that we protest we do not recognise the tame and usually unexcited tracings of his gentle pen; but rather suspect he has been induced, by some medical wag, to use a quill plucked from the membranous integument of that celebrated “man-porcupine" who has of late exhibited his hirsuteness at the Middlesex hospital.

London University, May 8th.

SIR,

“I owe it to the great cause of Useful Knowledge,' to which I have dedicated my past labours, to rebut temperately, yet firmly, the assertion reported to have been made by the late Rev. Mr. Prout (for whom I had a high regard), in conversing with the late Sir Walter Scott on the occasion alluded to in your ephemeral work; particularly as I find the statement re-asserted by that widely-circulated journal the Morning Herald of yesterday's date. either the reverend clergyman or the distinguished baronet now living, I would appeal to their candour, and so shame

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the inventor of that tale. But as both are withdrawn by
death from the literary world, I call on you, sir, to insert in
your next Number this positive denial on my part of having
ever kissed that stone; the supposed properties of which, I
am ready to prove, do not bear the test of chymical analysis.
I do recollect having been solicited by the present Lord
Chancellor of England (and also of the London University),
whom I am proud to call my friend (though you have given
him the sobriquet of Bridlegoose, with your accustomed want
of deference for great names), to join him, when, many years
ago, he privately embarked on board a Westmoreland collier
to perform his devotions at Blarney. That circumstance is
of old date: it was about the year that Paris was taken by
the allies, and certainly previous to the Queen's trial. But
I did not accompany the then simple Harry Brougham, con-
tent with what nature had done for me in that particular
department.
“ You will please insert this disavowal from,

'SIR,
** Your occasional reader,

“DIONYSIUS LARDNER, D.D. “P.S.-If you neglect me, I shall take care to state my own case in the Cyclopædia. I'll prove that the block at Blarney is an Aerolithe,' and that your statement as to its Phænician origin is unsupported by historical evidence. Recollect, you have thrown the first stone."

Now, after considering these things, and much pondering on the Doctor's letter, it seemed advisable to refer the matter to our reporter, Frank Cresswell aforesaid, who has given us perfect satisfaction. By him our attention was called, first, to the singular bashfulness of the learned man, in curtailing from his signature the usual appendages that shed such lustre o'er his name. He lies before us in this epistle a simple D.D., whereas he certainly is entitled to write himself F.R.S., M.R.I.A., F.R.A.S., F.L.S., F.Z.S., F.C.P.S., &c. Thus, in his letter, “we saw him,” to borrow an illustration from the beautiful episode of James Thomson,

“We saw him charming; but we saw not half-
The rest his downcast modesty concealed.”

ginal pro,

Next as to dates : how redolent of

my

Uncle Toby“about the year Dendermonde was taken by the allies.” The reminiscence was probably one of which he was uncon. scious, and we therefore shall not call him a plagiary; but how slily, how diabolically does he seek to shift the onus and gravamen of the whole business on the rickety shoulders of bis learned friend Bridlegoose! This will not do, O sage Thaumaturgus! By implicating "Bridoison," you shall not extricate yourself—"et vitulâ tu dignus, et hic;" and Frank Cresswell has let us into a secret. Know then, all men, that among these never-too-anxiously-to-be-looked-outfor “Prout Papers,” there is a positive record of the initiation both of Henry Brougham and Patrick Lardner to the freemasonry of the Blarney stone; and, more important still—(0, most rare document !)—there is to be found amid the posthumous treasures of Father Prout the ject of a University at Blarney, to be then and there founded by the united efforts of Lardner, Dan O'Connell, and Ton; Steele; and of which the Doctor's “ AEROLITHE was to have been the corner-stone.*

We therefore rely on the forthcoming Prout Papers for a confirmation of all we have said ; and here do we cast down the glove of defiance to the champion of Stinkomalee, even though he come forth armed to the teeth in a panoply, not, of course, forged on the classic anvil of the Cyclops, however laboriously hammered in the clumsy arsenal of his own Cyclopædia."

* This projected university has since assumed another shape, and a house in Steven's Green, Dublin, once the residence of Buck Whalley," or “Jerusalem Whalley,” (he baving walked there and back for a wager', has been bought by Dr. Cullen, to whom Mr. Disraeli will grant a charter to put down the “Queen's colleges.” The Blarney university would have cultivated fun and the genial development of national acuteness, but the Cullen affair can have naught in common with Blarney, save being

“A cave where no daylight enters,

But cats and badgers are for ever bred !”. a foul nest of discord, rancour, hopeless gloom, and Dens' theology, or as the Italian version, page 55, has it,

“In questa grotta
Mai interrotta
Vi e fiera lotta, fra gatti stran?"

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