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III,

There is a cave where
No daylight enters,
But cats and badgers
Are for ever bred;
And mossed by nature
Makes it completer
Than a coach-and-six,
Or a downy-bed.
'Tis there the lake is
Well stored with fishes,
And comely eels in
The verdant mud;
Besides the leeches,
And groves of beeches,
Standing in order
To guard the flood.

III.

Il est aans ces vallons
Une sombre caverne,
Où jamais nous n'allons
Qu'armés d'une lanterna
La mousse en cette grotte
Tapissant chaque motte
Vous offre des sofas;
Et là se trouve unie
La douce symphonie
Des hiboux et des chats.
Tout près on voit un lac,
Où les poissons affluent,
Avec assez de sangsues
Pour en remplir un sac;
Et sur ces bords champêtres
On a planté des hétres.

IV.

There gravel walks are
For recreation,

And meditation
In sweet solitude.
"Tis there the lover

May hear the dove, or
The gentle plover,
In the afternoon;
And if a lady
Would be so engaging
As for to walk in

Those shady groves,
'Tis there the courtier
Might soon transport her
Into some fort, or
The "sweet rock-close."

IV.

Ici l'homme atrabilaire
Un sentier peut choisir
Pour y suivir à loisir
Son rêve solitaire,
Quand une nymphe cruelle
L'a mis au désespoir,
Sans qu'il puisse émouvoir
L'inexorable belle.
Quel doux repos je goûte,
Assis sur ce gazon!
Du rossignol j'écoute
Le tendre diapason.
Ah! dans cet antre noir
Puisse ma Léonore,
Celle que mon cœur adors,
Venir furtive au soir!

!

III.

Και αντρον
εστ' εκει δε
Ογ ̓ ἡμερ' ουποτ' είδε,
Μελεις δε και γαλαι εν
Αυτῳ τρεφονται αιεν
Έντελεστερον φύον τε
Αμφις ποιει βρυον γε
Έξιππου η διφροιο
Η κοιτης ιουλοιο

Ιχθυέων τε μεστη
Λιμνη εκεί παρεστι,
Κ' εγχελεες φυουσι
Εν ιλυι θαλουση
Βδέλλαι τε εισιν· αλλα
Φηγων τε αλση καλ ̓ ἁ
Στιχεσσ' εκει τετακται,
Αἱς ροη πεφυλακται.

Hic tenebrosa caverna

Est, gattorumque taberna,
Talpâ habitata pigro,
Non sine fele nigro;
Muscus iners olli
Stravit loca tegmine molli
Lecticæ, ut plumis
Mollior esset humus :
Inque lacu anguilla

Luteo nant gurgite mille;
Quo nat, amica luti,
Hostis hirudo cuti :
Grande decus pagi,
Fluvii stant margine fagi;
Quodque tegunt ramo
Labile flumen amo!

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IV.

Cernis in has valles

Quò ducunt tramite calles, Hanc mente in sedem Fer meditante pedem, Quisquis ades, bellæ Transfixus amore puellæ Aut patriæ care Tempus inane dare! Dumque jaces herbâ, Turtur flet voce superbâ, Arboreoque throno Flet philomela sono : Spelunca apparet

Quam dux Trojanus amaret, In simili nido

Nam fuit icta Dido.

V.

There are statues gracing
This noble place in-
All heathen gods,
And nymphs so fair;
Bold Neptune, Cæsar,
And Nebuchadnezzar,
All standing naked
In the open air!
There is a boat on
The lake to float on,
And lots of beauties
Which I can't entwine:
But were I a preacher,
Or a classic teacher,
In every feature

I'd make 'em shine!

V.

Dans ces classiques lieus
Plus d'une statue brille,
Et se présente aux yeux
En parfait déshabille!
Là Neptune on discerne,
Et Jules César en plomb,
Et Venus, et le tronc
Du Général Holoferne.
Veut-on voguer au large
Sur ce lac? un esquif
Offre à l'amateur craintif
Les chances d'un naufrage.
Que ne suis-je un Hugo,

Ou quelqu'auteur en vogue,
En ce genre d'églogue.
Je n'aurais pas d'égaux.

VI.

There is a stone there, That whoever kisses, Oh! he never misses

To grow eloquent.

'Tis he may clamber
To a lady's chamber,
Or become a member
Of parliament:
A clever spouter

He'll sure turn out, or
An out-and-outer,
"To be let alone,"
Don't hope to hinder hirı,
Or to bewilder him;
Sure he's a pilgrim
From the Blarney stone!*

*End of Millikin's Translation of the Groves of Blarney.

VI.

Une pierre s'y rencontre,
Estimable trésor,
Qui vaut son poids en or
Au guide qui la montre.
Qui baise ce monument,
Acquiert la parole
Qui doucement cajole;
Il devient éloquent.

Au boudoir d'une dame
Il sera bien reçu,
Et même à son insçu
Fera naître une flamme.
Homme à bonnes fortunes,
A lui on peut se fier

Pour mystifier

La Chambre des Communes.†

† Ici finist le Poème dit le Bois de Blar naye, copié du Livre de Doomsdaye, A. D. 1069

Ε.

Ειδωλ' αγλαιζοντα Εστι διον τοπον τε. Των εθνικων θεών τε, Των Δρυάδων καλων τε Ποσειδων ηδε Καισαρ Τ' ιδου Ναβεχυδναισαρ' Εν αιθρια ἁπαντας 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 σοφιστής, Τοτ' εξοχωτατ' αν σοι Δειξαιμι το άπαν σοι.

ζ.

Εκει λιθον τ' εὑρησεις
Αυτον μεν ει φιλησεις
Ευδαιμον το φίλημα
Ρητωρ γαρ παραχρημα
Γενησεαι συ δεινος,
Γυναιξι τ' ερατεινος,
Σεμνοτατα τε λαλῶν
Εν βουλη των μετ' αλλων

Και εν ταις αγοραισι
“ Καθολικαις” βοαισι
Δημος σοι 'κολουθησει,
Και χειρας σοι κροτήσει
Ως ανδρι τῳ μεγιστῳ
Δημογέρων Τ αριστι
Ω ὁδος ουρανονδε

Δια Βλαρνικον λιθον γ' γ.

* Τέλος της Ύλης Βλανρικης. Ex Codice Vatic. vetustiss, incert. avi circa an. Sal. CM,

Τ.

Plumbea signa Deûm

Nemus ornant, grande tropheum
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!

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 subito orator,
Caudâque sequente senator.
Scandere vis athram ?
Hanc venerare petram !+†

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

Leis an be lefri beanais an art seo
Mar treun-Mastram no Helen Čaofn
Wi'l ceañfeadna air fydna tíre
Cosṁvil lejġi ċum arraċtais d' s-ajail.
Ta cajsleañʼqa tjomċjoll, njalsófiċ pleurtą,
A ballajd teaña d'argun na sgrios;
Ace Olber Cromjvl; d'fúg go fañ í,
As rin bearna mjór joija fálta sin.*

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.

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