THE DEVIL’S STROLL THROUGH DUBLIN, A SATIRIC SKETCH FROM ifljc * ?>;••• : 1 % ' I Ti tK DEVIL’S WALKS IN DULL IN, 1 in the Liberty, first) he took his stand, And seeing gaunt misery there,= u Huzza!” he cried , 41 for the Absentees!” 44 Their handy work is here !!!” But, being a Devil bf feelings refined, And having a sensitive nose. He took out his bottle of Eau de Cologne) And left them to brood on their woes* The j)6et does not clearly explain why His Majesty alighted first in the Liberty—for one would naturally think his first visit would have been to his Fellows in College, Bnt the truth is, he had heard* before he left home, that his M.F., for T.C.D. had cantered off to the Tories to look for place, and he knew perfectly well that his Bully, Charley, was doing eveything mau could do to forward his interests in that quarter \ so, it was possible the Devil himself was taken in, by the high-sounding name of “ the Liberty,” and that he expected there to carry on free trade i that he was grossly mistaken,—Liberty being but a name where there is no trade,—is quite evident, from the precipitancy with which he retreats? as will be seen by the following stanza j— He ran from the Coombe up through Patrick-street, And out by St. Nicholas’s-gate $ When he heard the last toll of the Christ Church bell,— Said he — fi X was near being late !” But his servants, the sextons, seeing him come, Threw open the chancel door, And Hie Majesty strode hi Imperiously, As he ofteu had done before. He saw the Choir ail singing their psalms,— But their thoughts were—God knows where!-—• And he said to his steward in mitre and stole— “ Alfs right l my Lord Kildare J” It Is obvious that His Majesty, although a, fallen ang#t, is still afi iwigd of justice; he bestows praise, and acknowledges merit, wiser® praise is due, and merit apparent. The simple expression " All's right!” coming from a great personage of few words, conveys a world of thanks to his “ steward in the vineyard,” At a glance, His Majesty could perceive that the mockery, of the lips pronouncing what the thoughts did not lay hold of, not the heart feel, was everything he could wish ; he saw that ’‘Establishment” would continue as fruitful a vineyard to him as it ever had been so long as the same culture was practised on the same soil,—and “ he went his way rejoicing THE DETIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. |fed the Sla-ney'® ensanguined shore, And said, ” that religion was most to his mind ** Which fattened on human gore!” Then, taking his hat, he hade '"good bye And gladly resumed his walk— Thinking that he fpd lost all his time In hearing the old soldier talk, We rather think our author, when he penned the stanza about Bartholomew, the Castle Porter, had in mined Cayplan’s celebrated im¬ promptu, It will be recollected that the bard, not being able to persuade the butler of a noble family to let him into the wine-celler, wrote on the door™ What a pity HelTs gate is kept by O’Flinn,— So surly a dog would let nobody in. Our poet insinuates that His Satanic Majesty was obliged to discharge the present Castle Porter from keeping the lodge gate in his nether regions, in consequence of his incivility, which might, possibly, interrupt that free access to his august person which he wished to promote for the especial benefit of the sons of the earth. His Majesty's tete a tete with the Viceroy, is of that pleasant, nay gabby nature which a knowing shot, and an old soldier, may be supposed to take delight in. Jlis MajestyV next excursion is thus described TME DEVIL'S WALKS IN DUBLIN; 11 Afc a certain shop in Graf ton-street, He pulled a bundle of flimsies, And swore a grefift outh, he had almost forgot To pay his subscription at Tint's, Maying entered his name, and left his card For his brothers “ Conservative,” Ht grinned a smile of that horrible joy Which gratified malice can give, ** These fc^k,” cried he, as he rubbed hfs hands,— “ Are working for me, like fools ; “ They could not have drived my trade more smre, u Had they studied in my own schools/* Then, on he walked to the Parliament-house,— What a pleasant tale it told Of recreant deeds and of bitter tears ! ! Of a nation bought and sold !!! So far he had found everything to hito mind, And nothing to give him pain,— But a sad reverse he was doomed to meet When he turned up into Church-lane 1 i For, there was the Comet, blazing out bright, And doing its duty well ; Standing first in the fight for the people’s right,— And it frightered the Devil to Hell! ! ! His Majesty’ affright at the blaze of truth from the Combt is here 6nely conceived. His sudden retreat back to Hell, notwithstanding all his previous swagger, is admirably contrasted with the gay nonchalance which distinguished his demeanour in the mystified, perverted, and poluted atmosphere of humbug, deceit, chicanery, bribery corruption, hollow-heartedness, bigotry, intolerance, and kindred devilry, wherein he had been indulging the congeniality of his feelings, during his morn¬ ing’s walk. As the poet has called this the “ First Part of the Devil’s Walk through Dublin,” we reckon upon having a second part to lay before our readers shortly. We suppose the second part will be a description of the state in which His Majesty found his fire-side on his return—what Parsons, Bishops, and other guests had arrived during his absence—his recovery from his fright—his preparations Iqr another visit by stealth — and his entranc-e course in College, 12 IN DUBLIN. PART THE SECOND- Notwithstanding our caution to the pirates, in the introduction to the first part of this poem, we find the “ walking stationers” have been turning a penny upon His Majesty’s first ramble in our city. We understand ten thousand copies, at a halfpenny a half-sheet containing the *‘ first part” of our poem, have been sold in Dublin during the past week. This pirated halt-sheet is very imperfectly printed , of such mutilation we must complain : but as the printer has acknowledged the piracy to be u from the CoMEt Newpaper” in all the glory of athletic type, we hereby acquit him of the capital charge, and shall only indict him for the misprints and slovenly reading. Now, as to the u second part” of Sataifis Rambles, we fancy there is little need of making a long preface, for the purpose of again intro¬ ducing His Majesty to any of our readers. Those who have read the “first part” will recollect the concluding stanza, which as well as we can remember, recorded his consternation in passing through Church- lane, and ran thus :— Tor there was the Comet, blazing out bright, And doing its duty well ; Standing first in the fight for the people’s right— And it frightened the Devil to Hell ! ! ! We have been favoured, by an eminent artist, with a sketch for a i'll us Ha ting tku ver*« which we hope to pr gentlemen j*tj*pr*»—WoWn-down bkek-bg*—fox hunting .Pardons—and woaki- 18 TUB DEVIL'S WALKS IN DUBLIN. be kfcowing ones, from the dandy grocer's or chandler's bdy, to the pot* bellied C donel and niustachio'd martinet he met at Dycer's* although ex¬ ceedingly graphic and correct* is too long and too severe for our columns ; nor is it our wish td bring into disrepute that Hibernian TattersalL Ned himself, whom we believe to be a very gay fellow* and has by industry and perseverance, contrived to idealize a handsome fortune, is now the spirited proprietor of one of the very few establishments which would remind us of this City in “days of yore/' and undoubtedly merits that patronage and encouragement our fellow citizens have so freely bestowed upon him. The black Gentleman having left DyCer's wended his way down Grafton-street, and havirig reached the College* he be¬ thought himself of going in and paying a visit He chuckled with glee, as he knocked at thc*gate* And adjusted Bis waterproof tile 5 Tm sure Of a right hearty welcome, quoth he. From my old acquaintance, Sam Kyle, That Getltleman*s hook in defence Of Tubes, Of which I gave him the hint; Is read with delight in all corners of Hell— There's not such another in print. And when I go home, by the powers of Styx 5 If triy types are not our of condition* I'll order our royal printer forthwith To strike off a Second Edition, A man with white stockings, and leathern cap. And duds of a rusty blue, Havirig opened the gate, arid made a low bow, The Devil walked quietly through. There he heard with surprise that a Bishop they'd made Of his worthy associate, Sam * No matter rer that, cried our friend with the hoof, 1 don't care a single d— m He met with Tom Prior, and courteously ask'd Bus, After gracefully touching his hat, For fang syne's sake:, the trouble to take, Of pointing him out Bandy Batt, That knocker-kneed chap in the gaiters, said Tom, With a face like an otirang-outatig: And large clerical hat—yon may know him by that; Cried Nick— he’s a mighty nice man t THE DEVIL'S WALKS IN DUBLIN Then Tom introduced the Devil to Batt, And Batt looked a? mild as a lamb; From your cloth, I presume you’re a churchman: hi said— Pon my word, replied Hoofy, I am. Deans, Parsons: and Bishops of every degree, To my hall of audience resort, Batt stared with surprize— Allow me, dear Sir, To solicit your favour at Court. The poor little pitiful pittance I get, By my piperly Provostship here, Is noting at all—pray what signifies, Sir, A dirty four thousand a-year ? Indeed an other small pickings I have, Which I now need not mention to veu— For the good of the Church, I should wish to have more. I’ve no doubt, cried Old Nick but that’s true— But come, let us take a walk in the Park ; With the ha-ha, pray, what have you done ? By the Big Wigs decree, ’twas filled up as you see And we’ve knocked our two—Parks into one^ That square that was built since last I was here, Do tell me the name of it, pray ? I dont think it ever was christened, said Batt, But the gibs call it Botany Bay ; For in it reside as precious a set As ever were lagged over sea. Old Nick rubbed his hands and with ecstacy cried, How welcome they’ll all be to me. Youv’e removed my old friends, the nine Muses, I see. And that terror of Bailiffs—-the pump ; But who are those Black Slugs in caps, gowns, and bands, Collected beyond in a clump ? He in the black-totton-tight-pantaleons. Is called Francis Sadltes, D.D. : Next to him in the Crawlies is wizened old Phipps, And Hodgkinson, vice, Sir, to me. There’s WraY, with hb whiskers and curls c DYED ; Hare, minus the bridge of his nose ; 19 20 THE BETIL’S WALKS Ms DFMj MS t . City of Dublin dosen't furnish a pair Of suck gay gallivjlnters as those. He who walks os his tk)es, is Kennedy called Next Singer, not Pa,ulus Emilius , There dirty Tom Prior— oh, you know him, I see— And O’Brien, so black and so bilious. That copper-faced FELLOW, who’s standing apart, So closely wrapt up in his cloak, la little Tom Gannon, who loves in his heart A bottle of wine and a jcke. He’s the jester of College since Dan Mooney died— None can plunder Joe Miller lo well ; Poor Mooney ! I hope, lies in heaven: long since. By mys— muttered Nick, '‘he’s in Hell!” That middle-sized man, with the very large mouth, And his hands in his pockets, is Wall, €)h ho f quoth the Devil, “ 1 know that name well ; down stairs I’ve prepared him a stall. Marry Harte is that pudding-faced chap to the left; Next to him little Griffin the singer, Who tho’ all trades should fail, I’ll be bound would ne’er be At- a loss for his supper or dinner That dandy you see riding in at the gate. With spurs three-inch long, aye or more, Is Master Joe Stack. Quote Hoofy, 1 think; I saw him this morning before. He’s an empty young man, my dear Sir, who has got A vast deal more—bowels than brains; From nothing take nothing—-I think you can guess What balance on hands then remains. ' That broad shoulder’d, good-looking Slug next to Harts Who walks with his toes tlrne’d in, Is Conservative Boyton— believe me, my friend, I’ve a dangerous rival in him. Whilst the Whigs are in power I care not a % And Boyton must teach gui, qil®, quod: those rascally Tories, if once they get ia, They 11 make him a Bkhep, by God. THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 21 At the sound of this name the Devil turn d pale, (He lookd like dirty Shy-Tighe,) And giving poor Batt three clouts of his tail, He wished him a very good bye ! We regret exceedingly that Batt, in the heat of passion, by having so irreverently made use of that name most unmusical to a demon’s ear should leave thus abruptly terminated Old Nick’s interrogatories, and his own remarks, about the brotherhood of the “ Silent Sister more particularly as there are several members thereof as yet unintroduced to public notice ; however, if we can get his Satanic Majesty in a good humour, (as Lord Brougham said about the King and the Reform Bill, if we could get the Old Boy to a bottle of Port with us, we’ll gain our point,”) perhaps we might coax him, in some future period, to pay another visit to T.C.D. P A R T T H E F O U R T H- On various occasions we have announced to our contributors, through the medium of our Answers to correspondents, that our “ Devil’s Walk” should be open to them for suggestions ; we have received various hints of the kind was wished, but not exactly suited in metre and spirit to the first parts already published. However, the following, from our re¬ spected contributor Bertor, is so far from being deficient of these qualities, that we gladly give it insertion. 22 THE DEVIL’S WALKS INDUBLIN. Auld Clootie kissed hoof to his College friends, As he promised another call,— For my present short visit I’ll soon make amends, I must now to the Linen Hall. He llew, and ne’er stopt till in Lurgan-street Thro’ his Salomons’ he descried The eighth part of a man ; such a meeting was meet— ’Twas T-r, the Broker, he sjned. How do ? my friend Andy ; I’ll shortly put on A new steamer to ply o’er the Styx. They shook hands ; and the Broker, as they'movea on, Slipped his card and address into Kick’s. The Agency ? oh, ’tis yours ! said Kick, And let these be our rules for trading,— A penny per scull is our freight—but no tick— Give Charon the Bill of Lading. Here we are constrained, by a due sense of His Majesty! gentle¬ manlike concession to the Broker’s wishes of becoming his Agent in the trading line, to pause and express our admiration of the poet’s skill. He does not like your every-day common-place versifiers teaze his readers to death with rigmarole amplification, but, as it were by a single touch of his pencil, here and there, with the utmost nonchallance dashes off an outline which gives you more of the character and expression of his subject than could be given by a much more elaborate picture. He merely tells you in the most careless way imaginable, that the Broker slipped his card, bearing his name and address, into His Majesty’s hand and leaves you, from what you already know by your own experiences of the u evil influance,” to guess that Satan at once understood the hint. Like a flash of lightening he ejaculates, u the Agency ?” with a note of inter¬ rogation, signifying, “ is that what you aie at, my jewel?” and in the same breath he yields to his wishes, with all the gentlemanlike alacrity which distinguishes Earl Grey’s demeanour when some brother, son, or cousin writes nolo episcopari on his card, as he points to a mitre, thereby signifying — u I wish I had that Bishopric—though I will not be a Bishop, ” the lattar part of the sentance being of course, by his Ma¬ jesty’s Prime Minister to mean anything else in the world than what the words seem to imply. We find in the next verse, that his Sa¬ tanic Majesty and the Broker pay a long-promised visit to the Coffee-room— THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 23 The Broker bowed to his Consignee, And they walked round the Coffee Boom, Where Nicholas hounded with boundless glee, As he greeted his friends of the loom. Yon fat FiJSBOS, dressed in black like me, With th’ eye-glass,—I’ll bet you the odds That I name him he’s down in my list, d’ye see. As C—mb—s, of C—mb—s and T-ds. Such a covey I love to look upon In hungry times like these, Who’ll roast without basting, for scarcely one Of my imps have time to sneeze, Again, we lay down our spectacles, and leaning our elbows on our rm-chair gracefully twist our thumbs round and round each other s we cointemplate, in our mind’s eye, his Satanic Majesty’s chuckle at ae idea of roasting a well-larded firm in their own gravy. But presently perceive his attention must have been diverted from such a juicy anti- ipation, by the strange figure which fell under the beam of his rolling, ye .— Then a Hunchback bandy-legged odd-looking fish, Who’d been toasting his back at the fire, Came up to the Devil, as fond as he’d wish, And announced himself “ M—rg....n M—g—re. Your old dad, my friend Alick, I trust is quite well, Said Nick, adding more to the point ; If he brings up such nurslings as you are, for H , They will put his own nose out of joint. His Majesty, it would appear from the foregoing verse, has too acute b sense of propriety to think of concealing one thought, even though the ixpression of it must unlitate against his own interest. For instance, he airly and above board tells Morgan, that it is bad policy of his father o breed up such nurslings as must eventually put his own nose out of oint in a certain place where he has reserved a snug berth for him. This s, at all events, plain dealing on his Majesty’s part. As to the poet’s illusion to Alick’s nose, we cannot but think it devilish ill-natured, after he step taken at that organ already in the article entitled the Yeomanry Bivouac,” which appeared a month or two back in our glorious and iever _ eno ugh-to-be-admired-and-praised luminary. Nick’s roving eye s again attracted by new objects, and he asks :— 24 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. Who are those, my friend Morgan, (Here Morgan look big,) Who for half cups of coffee have tost ? Whom you twig with the white hat, said he, is James T-: Willy K——x is the spoony that lost. Old Nick rubbed his hoofs as he chuckled with glee— THEY’re here on my tablets—all’s right ! When the first hops the twig ’tis a windfall for me * r When K -goes I’ll have him that night. That flame-headed Scotsman there, hard at his feed? That knowing one? Morgan replied : Is it poss ! that the Devil don’t know Peter R -, Who’d skin a poor flea for the hide ? Peter R-? quoth Old Nick, as he took up his pen. He’s here too—I’ve heard of the snob— And I swear by the Styx, e’er he go ‘ back again,’ He must chum it with me on my hob. We learn from several visitors to the Linen-hall Coffee-room, that since the introduction of them into our city, the worthies who frequent the room in question, make it a practice to toss up for half cups in which they fancy they have discovered a specific. We cannot sufficiently ad¬ mire the benevolence of his Majesty, eviuced in the stanza, when ho says, or rather implies, that such is his compassion for Sawney, he would sooner give him share of his own fireside—his own hob, absolutely—than see him reduced to the necessity of “ ganging back again” to the u land of Cakes,” Two rum-looking codgers then made their extre — My namesakes ! your time’s near its focus, Cried Nick, —“ Yes, we’ll shortly drop down to take tea Said N. F-rl—g and Nicholas Br-s. Where's Wat N-l-n ? said Nick, “ for I heard,”—with a frown,— Prom my Imp, bottle F-s. My very good friend had just stepped out of town, In dread of the Cholera Morbus ? There is something very pathetic in His Majesty’s solicitude about his friend, F-s, of bottle-throwing memory, who had lately hopped the twig, but had not reached his destination previous to his Majesty’s de¬ parture from his dominions. There is something touching in the appel¬ lation “ very good friend.” The Fourth Part of the Devil’s Walk, concludes thus:— THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 25 The Devil then turned his back on the Hall, And parted his friends in sorrow— But promised them all he would give then a call, If time should permit on the morrow ! When we last bad the honour of reviewing this very singular work it will be recollected that we left off just where His Satanic t Majesty was about to take a temporary farewell of his dear children whom he had placed out at nurse in the Linen Hall. In allusion to his parting, the poet says, with all the naivete peculiar to the simple and reverned child of read-a-made-easy versification. Wordsworth :— When Old Nick was leaving the Linen Hall, He looked back and licked his lips— Says he, “ I must soon give another call, Then sprung on his tail three skips. For a while, my dear children, I hid you adieu, He cried, as he faltered farewell! But believe me no others so weleome as you Shall be when you come home to Hell. Some bowed with hypocrisy, and others looked pale, While Nick was preparing to fly As he took memorandums, then tucking his tail, He cocked up his glass to his eye. The poet here, like his great model ef simplicity, Wordsworth, does not scruple making use of the language oi gossip, which, indeed is essential in this kind of heroic measure, because this very gossip gives a vividness to the picture so very like touches of nature. The very licking of His Majeaty’s lips as he looks on his adopted children when about to part from them, conveys, though in homely language, a vivid impress¬ ion of the longing of his soul to have them in his arms on his way home, where he so much wished to have them in safety ranged round his domestic hearth. At first it might appear that there was something un¬ dignified in giving three skips or springs on his tail at the pathic mo¬ ment of parting, but Wordsworth it should be recollected, frequently introduces such little rural incidents merely for the sake of singularity and euphony. But let us proceed to the next stanza, where he tells them that none shall ever be so welcome to his home as they. There is great ingenuity in hinting that His Majesty was such an adept in hypocrisy that he could even falter, not farewell, at this interesting moment, without losing his countenance. - We really do not wonder at some of the lads 26 THE DEVIL'S WALKS IN DUBLIN. growing pale, when they saw His Majesty taking memorandums, we ad¬ mire the dandyish air with which he cocked ? ap his glass as he made his exit-bow. Let us now hasten to the description of a short detour he took on his way back to his own dominions :— He took a short turn into Green-street, where He kept a depot, called Newgate , But he found it so filthy he couldn’t stay there, So be instantly made a retreat. $ * * * * Up Capel-street next he took a walk. Musing at what side to range ;— By dad, said he, “ I must have some talk With my old friends near th’ Exchange, Then on to the bridge he poked his phiz ; Up Parliament-street strutted strait, Till he saw at th* Exchange an acquaintance of his Phil. Lynch, at the Office gate. How d’ do, friend Phil. ?” says he, like a nob. Pretty well.” says Phil., quite civil, (For Phil, was thinking of getting a job, And never once dreamt of the Devil,) Into the Office Phil, led “ the lad,” With the greatest propriety, When His Majesty aoon recognized his ©Id " Dad” Of Triangle notoriety. Oh, Father l” says Nick, stretching forth his hand To his “Dad,” on the judgement-seat, I’m just called to see you before I leave town, In remembrance of Ninety-eight. When the Major had been accosted thus, In a hell of a passion he flew! Come—come, says Old Nick, “ no more of your fess, You must soon give the Devil his due. At this “ his Honour” began to quake— The “ harpies” around all stared— Then rushed upon Nick a prisoner to make. But their victim had disappeared j ’Twas but a dream l the Major cried. As he gave his breast three knocks : That it was a dream old Darley denied— But ’twus proved upon oath by Cox. THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 27 So, peace being restored, they ruled the books^ But trembled at every stir— While death and his victims were in the looks Of the crest-fullen Major — ! Here there is a kind of of hiatus in the progress of th e poem and we may stop a moment to pass a few remarks on the subject matter. Lt was really very natural that His Santanic Majesty should s te P # i nto his depot at Newgate, but finding it worse than Hell itself in filthiness, we do'not wonder at the precipitancy of his retreat. The line asterisks which follows this stanza, indicates that several verses are left out, the fact is, those verses were descriptive of his visit to the Sheriffs Court, where he had found a case at issue in which the Comet was to he the victim, and, as that case is yet undecided, we think it right to postpone these verses for the present. The next stanza describe this devil of a dandy, His Satanic Majesty, strutting down Capel Street, up Parliament Street, and over to the “ Head Office.” His chuckle at seeing his friend Phil, is finely, glanced at. and in the true spirit of Wordsworth. The reverence which is due from one inferior in his trade to a master-spirit, is uobly pourtrayed in the picture of His Majesty crying out “ Oh Father !” with the profound respect due to superiority, as he stretches forth his hand to “the Major,” and reminds him of the Sports of Ninety-eight. It is somewhat surprising that his Honor did not take this as a compli¬ ment but not hnving done so seems to have given His Majesty offence, for he instantly remarks, with an evident sneer, “you must soon give the Devil his due !” What immediately follows is so well described in the poem itself, that we need not here repeat it, however, we cabnot pass over the circumstance of his Honor’s last shift to cheat the Devil of his own. by turning Roman, —and giving his breast “ three knocks ” to an- ! nonnee his conversion even in the twelfth hour to all he ever held hateful | but which now, in his last extremity, he felt to be his only chance of es¬ cape irom the snares of Hell, and the claims of the Devil. After this act of grace’,” his Honor seems inspired with fresh hopes, and he tries to persuade himself that His Majesty’s call was but a dream. However Alderman Darley is too well acquainted with His Majesty’s ways but to know every hands-turn of his, so he tries to undeceive his brother-justice out is suddenly interrupted by “ Hoky Poky. King of the Cannibal Islands.” The haste and trembling of the parties as they rule the books —the cholera looks of the Major—and the note of admiration after the :)lack word that ought to rhyme with “ stir,” are all finely conceived, The next stanzas are descriptive of His Santanic Majesty’s progress if ter giving the “ harpies” of the Head Office the slip : 28 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. Old Nick had. meantime, throught the roof taken flight, And landed in Dame-street, all sound— But, feeling the edge of a keen appetite, The Commercial, quoth he. is my ground. I promised Matt Waller I’d give him a call Next time I should come, without fail So now I will go and order a grill. With a basin of real ‘ ox-tail/ Thus Nick was determined on keeping his word— A thing we don’t frequently see That his children, the Parsons, can always afford—• He arrived at “the Buildings” precisely at three This hour he chose as the best time to meet All his friends in the mercantile line, So into the coffee-room strutted he straight, And got some ox-tail—which was prime. Dear Matthew,” said Nick, '‘I am glad you are well And the Cholera Morbus so rifte— Matt looked very blank—for he thought of young- And the last sad affair with his, Just beside them there stood a very large man, With his hat drawn over his face , Said Matt, “ He’s a friend of the patriot, Dan, Who’s the pride of the human race. But pray, who are those with their backs to the wall— Two innocent youths ;—are they not ? The one is R. G-„ you know, late of the Hall; The other—the call him S—m S-. Some business now calling poor W. away, He said “ He’d be back very soon.” Very well, said His Majesty, “ hurry, I pray, Ere the close of the afternoon, The Devil he walked to the end of the room, And meeting with A—-E-, Inquired for his son, the renowned dandy Tom, And how he took care of the “ pennies.” Quite well, thank you,—how is O’C-? He’s a man that I always wished well. Convalescent, quoth Nick, and, I give you my honour, The pleasantest fellow in- THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 29 See ! Here comes the man they call hundred per cent Who knows how to play the sure game : You can read in his visage the words ' Monet Lent,— My son-? says Nick, “Yes—the same.” Here Matt coming up, put an end to the talk, Saying, “ Nick, I have now leisure time To show you the Club-room—up stairs let us walk— Nick went with him humming a rhyme. At the hall-door they met Billy S-, alone— Of course with his hands in his pockets— And just at the stairs their good friend J. H-•, And B—b T-y, the striker of dockets. Oh, oh ! master Bob—so you’re here—says Old Nick; To visit me soon in your turn— I greatly admire that neat little trick You played off on T-and B-— They went up the stairs and came to the door Of the Club-room, then walked in and sat— Old Nick shook hands with his chum, Major G-> And on the pay list had some chat. Pray, Major, says he, u now can you explain How r some people do cut a dash, With spurs, boots, and whiskers, and even gold chain ? Here he threw a sheep’s eye at poor-- Indeed, said the Major, “ you puzzle my head— An answer, I scarcely can give— Unless, well assisted bv old Major Spread, The Captain’s enabled to live. Have you, Sir, says G, ever heard of the brother, The Parson, who’s now up in town ? Oh, yes, quoth Old Nick, “ both the one and the other Are dear to my heart as my own, Here His Majesty looked at his w'atch, and remarked. That “ his friend Waller had asked him to dine ; And as it was nearly five, he would step To the billiard-room for r short time. The Captain was just at the end of a match, And had every chance of being winner—• Nick left his respects for his friend, Captain N-, As he heard the bell ringing for dinner. 30 THE DEVIL'S WALKS IN DUBLIN. We must leave Hie Satanic Majesty at his regal repast for the present, as we find we cannot devote more space just now to our re¬ view" of this highly interesting work. If circumstances do so pre¬ vent us returning to that part of the poem which^has been left out, where the asterisks mark the hiatus, we may promise our readers a treat in reviewing His Majesty's visit to the Sheriffs’ Court, The blue flume flicker’d o’er the stagnant lake, And daylight glimmer’d on high, When Charon gave Nick a hell of a shake, And begg’d that his Highness would quickly awake, Or his boat would lie soon high and dry. Last night, cried Charon, “ you hid me take care And rouse you hv dawn of day, You said that to Dublin you meant to repair: Tor all kind of gagging is going on there— At least so the new comers say. There’s the new registration— a superfine gag. As ever was heard of before. Your Highness, I know, is a bit of a wag— Serve your notice—and thus you’ll increase the tag-rag, By giving them one Devil more. Besides, an election to day will take place (’Twill amuse you, I know, very well,) Tor an Alderman—one of that gluttonous race— In the room of Sir Kobert, who first show’d his face Last Saturday se’nnight in H-ll. Oh ! ho ! cried the Devil, “ get ready your boat, I’ll not miss a civic election , Get my hat and my wig. and my flame-coloured coat. I’ll button it snugly-close up to my throat, And I think I shall baffle detection. Soon he donn’d all his duds, and adjusted his wig, Which cover’d his horns, by-the by . And his long pantaloons, of the new Cossack rig, Serv’d to cover his feet, split like those of a pig— His tail he strapp’d under his thigh. Then over the Styx in a jiffey they flew : That Charon’s tip-top crack sculler, Old Nick quite poiiteiy then bid him adieu, And found himself snug, in a, minute or two, In the shop of one Mr. Seemuller. 31 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. Here the flame were so hot. ancl the smoke was so thick And so bois’rous and loud was the mirth, By the law ! quoth the Devil, as he ran away quick: This place, on my oath, would e’en smother Old Nick— It is surely a hell upon earth. And yet, after all, ’tis an excellent joke, For those boys, ere they come down to me, Will be so well accustom’d to blazes and smoke, Galloping down stairs upon charcoal and coke, Will be but amusement, 1 see. Next into the Royal Arcade Old Nick pops, (A place he had ne’er been in yet,) When lo ! and behold ! inside one of the shops He saw an old friend, in mahogany tops, Making love to a little grizette, Ah ! Charley, my boy, still you keep up the game, Cried the Devil, exulting with glee ; Tis now forty years since to see you I came, And much I rejoice to perceive you the same That you were in the year ninety-three. He passed. At the corner of Church-lane he met A figure extremely outre, With one eye which never had seen day-light yet, And a match for the other you seldom could get Such a nondescript fellow was he. Cried the Devil, “ I certainly know that chap’s rniz, And somewhere have met with the same ; Though a d—d diabolical mazzard it is. Yet I know by his eye he’s a bit of a qui z— Hollo ! my fine fellow, your name ? My name ! cried the covey ; sure every one knows ’Tis the same as my dadd’s, poor man ! And his, rest his soul! was the same. I suppose, As my grandfather’s—Now, my old buck, with the nose, Pray tell me my name if you can. No gammon, cried Hoofy, “come, lend me your ear ; (He whispers) “ my name is Old Nick ; Aren’t you Paddy Kelly ?” Cried Paddy, “ Oh dear ! In the name of Saint Patrick, Sir, what brought you here However, you’re welcome, avick. Said the Old Boy, “ now Paddy, I know you can tell What fun’s going on in the town, For nothing takes place that you’re not up to well, And we’ve heard even down in the bottom of h— Of your wonderful fame and renown. 32 THE DEVIL’S WALKS THROUGH DUBLIN. Here mark the effect of conscience that makes cowards of us all Soon at the “well-known voice he hears,” it strikes Lavender, that like York “ he’s wanting,” and he instantly steps forward, the willing “ minister,” and “ servant,” as he styles himself, to do his master’s bid¬ ding, but no, his services are not required. My trusty and well beloved Counsellor, Dick, Persevere in your course, as of late ; Eor your hitherto conduct, believe me, Old Nick, On the part of all h-11, if in town he’d get tig, Would give you—a service of plate. Here in the very language of Soverigns to their Privy Counsellors, does the Devil address Lavender, his trusty and well beloved counsellor— what an intimate footing they are on ! He highly approves, too, of his general conduct in which he desires him to persevere, and declares on the! part of all hell, (we think this too severe) that his service should be re¬ munerated with a service of plate. This we consider a satrical allusion to the various pieces of plate given by the Corporation to several of its officers ; for instance, a tea-pot to Shy Tighe Gregory, a bread-basket to Judkin Butler, with many others. The applicatian of the word tic, in connexion with these circumstances, speaks for itself, Oh ! Sir Edmond ! old blubber ! how gets on your farm Come,—your hand to your truest friend give ! Excuse, my dear Sir, the unusual alarm. Sir knight, quoth the Devil, “I’ll do you no harm, Whilst you set the Jack-ass you may live ! Poor Blubberam Ballyough, No-gent, thinks his last hour is come; and is so struck of a heap that he is even unable to shake hands with him who styles himself his truest friend. But Old Nick to give him courage, promises him a very, very long tenure of his life; viz. as long as he continues the same Old Jack-ass he is. Who’s that chap in the chair, Pat, with hammer in hand No dandy in Dublin looks finer ; Who rules them as it by the word of command— Sit down there. “Hats off”— “if you shan’t, I be d-d” Oh, that’s the New Sherff, one L-r. Here our new military Sheriff gets a rap over the knuckles, for our own part, we think their honors require an occasional rebuke—their manners are certainly not of the Chesterfield Schaol—but we do not THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 33 jhink they like to be drilled like so many raw recruits, at the same time ihat we admire the fortiter in ra Commanding officer, we recommend n intermixture of the Suaviter in Modo Fortiter in Re I And who is that ill looking hard featured hound With face of the hue of a live— Standing close by the door with his eyes on the grouud As if shunning the gaze of those standing around, Oh [ that fellow’s name is Nick Shiver I !! Vhat a vivid and not-to-be-mistaken description of the ci deyant kewer-maker is here. Like Cataline, he is nnable to look any honest r upright man in the face. His situatioa here is perfectly correct— kulking near the door. Were he to advauce he*d be kicked out by ,'PCleery, or ordered out by his friend the Sheriff. Our space will not permit us to make further quotations at present *om the entertaining poem now before us, the description of Paddy nd the Devil going together to the new Aldermans Dinner, their getting loriously drunk, the Tom and Jerry exploits they performed, aud tho ,um places Paddy introduced his Majesty into, though laughable in the xtreme, we must pastpone until our next. Want of space compelled us in our last most impolitely to interrupt [is Satanic Majesty’s dialogue with our friend Paddy Kelly, which as r e promised, we continue in our present number. The scene, it will be ^collected, is had in the City Assembly Rooms, William Street, where leir Honors are met together to elect an Alderman, in the room of the ite Sir Robert Harry—the old gentleman from below, being anx- >us to become personally acquainted with them ail, resumes his Inter- ogatories to our friend Paddy, as follows, to which, it will be observed le latter gives him all the information in his power :— That group in the shabby white hats, who are they ? I know some of their faces right well. They’re Scarlett, Old Gobbs, and Mountiford Hay- Dick Charles, Old Bentley ; I’ll venture to say There’e not a neater quintetto in H— And who is that tub-o’-guts there in the wig, Who looks something like the late King ; I mean George the Fourth...he who ran such a r As made him detested by Tory and Whig ? Oh ! that, my dear Sir’s, Billy King. THE DEVIL’S WALKS THROUGH DUBLIN. You’re pleased, Sir, to flatter—I find that you are. Says Paddy, his dexter eye bright’nmg ; And now, my old gentleman, step on this car, If you wish to see value you needn’t go far , Drive to William-street, jarvey, like lightning. As they went—Paddy told him that this was the day An alderman must be elected , Joe Lamprey and Taylor are rivals, they say, Tho’ the chosen will have near six hundred to pay, Yet a ‘ tooth and nail’ contest’s expected. They stopt—went up stairs—and were shown to a seat J _(The Devil himself was grown weary,) Bv a queer little man with a well-powder’d pate— Why, Pat, cries Old Nick, “ may I ne’er see he-1 s gate it that’s not my cousin, M‘C1 ry. The Devil’s immediate recognition of Davy M 4 Cleery here, cer tainly seems to imply a previous acquaintance; perhaps Davy was th person alluded to in the old song, which says, And the Devil ran away with the little tailor, With the broad-cloth under his arm, &c. Bnt why old Nick should call him cousin, is above our comprehensiot unless he being the aforesaid little tailoe, while sojournmg^with ^ infernal majesty, might have contracted an alliance w'th sooty-faced cousins, and thus became related to him by makriaue. f my rambles. You have, I don't doubt, For that's Mr. Authony Brown? Who's that with the dirty shirt, stockings, and shoes. Near the door? Tliat‘s M‘Mullen the baker And that tallow-faced bucko who’s reading the news, \V itii a sin vej-leaf’d hat, like old Isaac the Jew's, Is one brother Hutton, a Quaker. Odds / calf's-head and pluck ! who's that chap with the tace 4s red as a big wat’ring pot ? He's so well envelop'd iu blubbes and grease, He'll serve to baste othojs below in my place. That's Thompson the butcher and sot. Ah ha ! quoth Old Nick, if I'm not much astray, I see our old friend Tommy Tit ; I must pay him a visit ere I go away „• Pray has lie aemoved from the shop ou the Quay ? Qoth Paddy, the Devil a bit ? He has lately got married of course you may guess, Laid in a large stock of new fur ; So when you go visit, you cannot do less Than ask for the mistress, ‘tis mere politeness, And pay your obedience to her. ’Twould be useless as well as unentertaining to occupj the time of n* readers in pernsing the questions and answers put to, and answered f Paddy, and the shrewd and devilish keen remarks made by the ibtle querist upon this talanted and wealthy body, composed of the ‘presentatives of the various guilds in this, the second city in the npme! Suffice it is to say that Ellison the Trimmer —Lawrence the handler —Fearon the Sab —Scott the M.P.—Sisson the Thersitus, jc., &c., all came in for their share. However, the election proceeds— doyd, Long, Larnphrey and Taylor,are sent down by the Blood, the j.vb former resign and tlieother two been rival candidates, begin to Inke speeches, as usual, upon which we proceed:— And who are those two, my dear Paddy, cried Nick, Going ou with such spouting and prating ? They're both of them talking of giving a pick ; Do you thiuk they'll be apt to invite us quick — If not, what's the use of our waiting ? 36 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. The only tiling worthy of observation heie is. the Devil’s phraseo¬ logy, of giving a pick, one would think he was an old corporate him¬ self he is so wall up to the cauadjetties of them Staff! staff! staff ! is their motto—their bellies aretheir gods, at whose shrine, faith, friendship, and feeling, are so frequently and shamefully sacrificed, In this, how¬ ever, we feel proud in stating one splendid exception took place recently, viz : in the Corporation of Tailors; on that occasion,, though tailors they acted like men, and triumphly elected Mr. Saker who was supported by all the rank and respectability of the guild, iu opposition to his rival Baker, whose meagre constituents had free quarters, and the run of Morrison’s kitchen. Speak aisy, Child Boy ! or they‘11 hear you, cried Pat, And outside-theodoor you must go. That greasyy-faced fellow, all blubber and fat, Whb‘8 wiping his nose in his dirty cravat, Is Lamprey the cutler—that's Joe, That other bluff fellow, with rubicund nose, Standing up next to Scott the Repeater— Who‘s sorely afflicted with gout in bis toes— Loves his lass and his bottle, as every one knows, And*s an old friend of mine—Captain Taylor. The balloting commences, and the issue is doubtful—when the Devil perceives his old friend John Claudius Beresford. in the back gronnd. ’Tis needless so say that an immediate and friendly recognition takes place between the two worthies. Ha ! Claudius, my boy, quoth the Devil, elate, ‘Tis uow many years since we met, When we wallop'd the Papists the year Ninety-eight And done so much service to Church and to State— Eh / Jack, willy ou ever forget ? Ah ! those were the real good times, my dear Nick Indeed, I remember them v ell ; But what could induce you tc take a short stick In your fist, and come here; are the young Devils sick ? Or the cholera gone down to II—1 ? Not at all—not at all ; hut the times were so dull, And the weather so warm under ground— Ev‘ry corner down stairs being with tithe-proctors full 0‘er the Styx I made Charon just give me a pull— And I landed here beany and sound. THE DEVIL-S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 37 And tell me, dear chum of my youth, cried long Jack How left you my friends all below ? Hoes Toler his jests and his bottle still crack ?— Remember me to him, Sir, when you go back : Quoth the Devil—I surely will so. si Rut can’t you go with me ?—your time’s nearly come, ’Tis not worth your while here to stay : Poor Jack, as a stutue, was instantly dumb, At last stammer’d he, with a ba, and a hum, Lord bless me, Sir, w—what's that you say ? [ If you take my advice. for"a few short years more Your Highness will leave me alone ; Not a year of my life but I‘11 send you a score— Nay, give me but time, and I‘ll people the shore Ot Lethe—with friends of my own. Say, have you yet heard down in H—11 of a Club Called Conservation—held in this town'? To be sure—it has kick d up the devil’s hubbub ; But, prithee, what of it ? said Jack, there’s the rub ; Now, whisper—may hold your ear down. Here a long and confidential discourse takes place between the Devil and the Alderman, but in so low a tone, that even Paddy who was istening arrectis auribus, couldn’t ascertain its import, However, the purden of it, we imagine, was the Conservative Society, and whatever communication the Alderman was making relative to it, seems to tickle Tie old gentleman’s fancy prodigiously, for, ever and anon, he chuckled most immoderately; and, slapping the Alderman on the back, frequently exclaimed—“ Bravo, John !—Bravo, my son ! At length he concludes n the following sentimental strain :— I watch'd thee', I knew thee, from infancy’s dawn, To the days of^thy.manhood; my son ; A servant most faithful I‘ve found thee, dear Shawn ; Aud tho’ once or twice you've been on the shaughraun And H EREAFTER _B11 show yousome fun. This election, to-day, Jack, how will it go on ? Which shall Lampry or Taylor get in ? Said Jack—My dear Sir, I'll bet two pounds to one— Your moneys as good as another's—say done : That Lamprey's Ahe man who shall win We’ve settled it all above stairs ; look you here / You'll soon get a visit from Joe ? So, ere he sets out on his travels, my dear, Which we all think will be ‘bout the end of the year. We must pin his six hundred, you know. 38 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. Admirably explained. Here is the whole secret of the election. It costs the successful candidate for the Aldermanic gown six hundred pounds. The candidates are Messrs. Lamprey 'and Taylor, the former of whom is much the elder in years, and in a very delicate state of health By all means elect him, is the cry, let us get the money and feeding out of him before he goes.— Taylor is a sure trick at any time, but let us also make sure of Lamprey before he slips his wind. Thus it is all settled above stairs (that is among the Aldermen,) and the hard wordis instantly communicated to “ tbeir Honors ” the Commons below. Long John’s reasons for giving Lamprey the preference on the present occasion, were so strong, that the Devil immediately coincided with him, and used all his secret influence to secure Joe’s election—and successfully. A few days previous to this election, Taylor was asked by a friend, “ What chance he had f’—to whom he replied. Why, if the Devil stands neutor, 1 think I’ll be elected,” The election now terminates, and Lam- rey is declared duly elected, and invites them all to dine with him at Morrison’s. Ere theybreak up John Claudius shakes the Devil by the hand. I told yon, my friend, what would be the event, That Lamprey would sure be the winner ; I now must be off,—but first, ere he went, He hoped there should nothing occur to prevent His meeting his Highness at dinner. Beresford goes away, and Paddy, who had disappeared during the foregoing conversation, now returns. The Devil asks him where he had gone to, and tells him he wanted to introduce Jiim to his friend, the Al¬ derman. Paddy begs to be excused, for reasons best kuown to himself, but at which we may make a pretty good guess, from the two next verses:— Believe me, I don’t like a bone in his skin, I say‘t not thro’ hatred or malice ; But whenever I look on his figure so thin, I've a mighty odd feel ‘twixt my leg and my chin— Eaith he puts me in mind of the gallows. In the year minety-eight, just for taking the part Of my friends, upon Vinegar Hill.— That very same chap had me tied to a cart— My back even now, ‘pem my soul, feels the smart,— Sweet bad luck to him, go where he will. THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 39 % Paddy and the old chap leave the Assembly House arm in arm. The Devil declares he’s dying with thirst, after been stuck up in that d-dhole so long, and wants to know where he’ll get a good drink. Leave that to me, says Paddy, 44 I’ll bring you where you’ll get one that will warm the cockles of your heart,” so 'with a good deal of persuasion he gets him as far as Mrs. Kearney’s fruit-shop, in Dame-street. They both walk'd inside and sat down in the shop, Said Fatty pray what will yon take ? I've good ginger beer, and I've excellent pop, Or will you take soda ? the devil a drop *, Two doctor's let’s have in a shake. Phiz, phiz, pop, pop, pop, Ma'am you‘11 wet all my clothes. There, stir it a little bit quicker ; Paddy laughed when he saw the old chap dip his no^e In the froth—quoth the Devil come Paddy, here goes Im d-d but it‘s capital liquor. It's my turn now—let’s have two glasses more Like the last, and pray make them as well ; And here are two shillings, do you ever give score, I never drank these things called doctors before, Tho’ I've heard of them often in- The Devil is evidently getting a little cock’d with the good drink and, forgetting where he is, he nearly “ let’s the cat out of the bag.’ Paddy is in a great fright lest he should 44 sell the pass.”—The Doctors here alluded to by the Devil, are the two legg’d doctors, who are heard of everywhere. You’ll ruin us all by the powers, says Pat; Why, I ne'er saw you this way before ; You be d—d, cried the Devil—pray what are you at, I beg Mr Kelly you 11 muzzle your chat, Fatty Kearney, bring two doctors more, In vain does Paddy remonstrate—in vain does he remind him of the new Alderman’s dinner, Doctor after Doctor is bronght in and vanishes —Fatty is astonished—Paddy winks at her not to bring in any more— but there’s 44 no catching old birds with chaff,” he must get the drink, and sings to the air of “Kate Kearney — i 40 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. The doctors bring in, Fatty Kearney, And never mind that feilow‘s blarney, Como, I’ll wager a bet— Such a drink you’ll not get If you search from Ringsend to Killarney. Oh give me the tumbler when quite full, Its sparkling contents are delightful, Hock and soda appear To me like small beer, Compared to a doctor of Kearney’s. At length he gets devilish drunk, his hat and wig fall off and exposed his Horns to the horrified Mrs. Kearney. Paddy pacifies her by assuring her it was only her neighbour Mr, Waller, and taking the old gentleman on his back, he carries him down to College Street Police Office, and leaves him in charge of the constable of the night, where we shall also bid him farewell for the present. We perceive that his Satanic Majesty has again taken a fancy for a stroll in the fresh air of our upper regions; and we have here a sketch of his rambles, with notes on men and things in general, for the Devil himself can keep nothing from our Argus eyes. Our Chronicle com¬ mences :— Says the Devil one day, as be indolent lay On his couch, in the parlour below, Tis a long time since I, took to Dublin a fly, (For aeyils can fly, you must know.) I will get up and dress in the fashion’s excess, And strut ’mongst the gags of the town, I will wear my black coat, button’d up to the throat, My hat with the Anglesey crown. The graphic ease with which the Old Boy is represented reclining on a couch—a patent asbestos one, we conclude—and the careless air he assumes, when he covers his frontal ornaments with an Anglesey tile, is quite in the style of an accomplished Courtier. In the fol¬ lowing stanzas we are introduced to the principal personages of the Drama; our readers may feel somewhat astonished at the intimate footing which seems to subsist between our friend P. and the little gentleman in black; but we can assure them that the Devil is not, by THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 41 any means, a disreputable looking swell on town, with his switch-tail gracefully tucked under his arm, and hishoofies cased in a pair of super¬ latively well-polished Wellingtons : besides, as he has been so long ac¬ customed to the s ciety of the black gentry at his own family fire-side, he has acquired a certain air of hypocritical sanctity, which would pass muster in Tim’s back parlour, for a Conservative of the deepest dye. As the devil he came from the regions of flame, Where black lads, like locust, do swarm, He walk’d on the street, and who should he meet, But J. P., who gave him his arm, Most puissant devil ! thou author of evil, Said, J. P., “ Pray, how do you do Oh ! I’m tranquil, says Nick, “and my own little chick Pm happy at meeting with you. For I now will review all the gags, and if you Aint engag’d come with me I pray, As we pass down the street, I will name all we meet, And to you their follies display. This reminds us of the showman’s programme—step along, step along , all alive ; oh, here you shall see the most wonderfullest hannimals in the vorld and in good sooth, we have some strange animals ranging through our city ; but let us see what follows Our J. P. acquies’d and most warmly express’d His thanks for the kind offer made. So together they walk’,d and familiarly talk’d As through Dame Street, they arm in arm stray’d Who the blazes is this with mahogany phiz With roquelare blue, and eye-glass. Nick answered, “beware, he will hear you, tis C_y, Dont ask me their names till they pass Who’s this old pelters here, with the impudent leer? And the shooting frock of dark green, With the brass spurs his boot on”—hush ! ’tis Colonel N-n. Worn out in the service I ween” I’ve a warm spot for him, when his life’s lamp burns dim,’’’ Said Old Nick, as his eyes grew bright : He’ll leave women and wine, to be mine, to be mine— He‘ll give up all earthly delight. 42 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. By the way the Devil is a gentleman, he does not wish to harm his pets by invidious remarks—delieate, considerate soul. How accurately he describes the old militaire; he seems to chuckle over him as a goure- \nand would do over a bonne bouche, which he has reserved for his )wn individual picking. Here comes Captain E-, he knows what a Hell is And is up to all kinds of sport : Where’s he going to-day ?—I suppose ’tis to play, At Fool with the spoons in the Court. When his last life is won —when the purchase is gone. And the fount of his heart has ran dry, He’ll come to my home where, no billiards or games are, So now let us bid him good bye. 9 As the arch fiend thus spoke, J. F. thought he’d choke With laughter at one who pass’d near : What‘s his name ?—the reply was, don‘t you kown Shy Tighe, Who looks sentimentally queer The Devil must be a clever fellow, if the Captain does not blink him- we would take the long odds, and that is a leg of mutton to a turnip, that our cousin* Nick will meet his match at any go, from pitch-and- toss to hazard, when the Captain gets into his quarters, Our poet, in the next verse, performs the work of supererogation, which Shakespeare happily compares to throwing “ fresh perfume o’er the violet,” why did he not allow the ambitious little man “ To blush unseen, “ And waste his sweetness on the desert air.” Here comes old Major with his waistcoat so red His hunter and leopard skin coat, He’s a sportsman I ween, said old Nick with a grin, By my sowl on such fellows I doat, Here’s Felican Cooper he will have no loop or— Hole to escape me, quoth Nick, With his coach and four now. to the devil he’ll go, Thrue for you (the reply was) avick ! THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 43 We fancy we behold in our mind’s eye, this pair of originals in the Tartarean dominions, Cooper on his drag, driving to visit the harem of frail young faries, and the Major on his grey charger, following a drag- bunt, on the rife scent of Shy Tighe’s canonicals through the blind alleys and back lanes of the Stygian metropolis. They are both friends of mine, and together we’ll dine By and by down in hell never fear, But talking of dinner, said Nick I’m a sinner, But I think that my hour draws near. Aye. When he to sulphnrious and tormenting flames Nust render up his ghost. This is the conclusion of the sentence f which as a palpable interpo¬ sition from Hamlet, but the natural transition from the fine worm- a ear ted emulition of kindly feeling exhibited by his Majesty, in the can- lid acknowledgement, “ They are both friends of mine,” to the more argent consideration of the approaching dinner-hour, is particularly triking and perfectly original. We have a few more stanzas, in which he Devil lets our friend into the mysteries of his bill of fare—but we think hem too lengthy, and liable to induce a depraved appetite amongst our •eaders, some of which might be tempted to try a few recipes by way >f a relish. What for instance, could be more piquant than the jowl >f a fat prelate fried in sulphur, served up in lava—and garnished with ithe pigs tails ?—or a Scotch collop^ stuffed with cant and humbug, ashed a la Show ? But the particular dish which excited on that day he anxiety of the Satanic gastroome, was a spicy ragout composed of an ntiquated dandy clerk, who had just been smothered in ljquer in a house >f a certain description, not one hundred miles from Denzille Street, ’he two following verses conclude his ramb'ng poem, which we earn- stly recommend to the curious in diabolic studies :— Cried J, P. “ Adieu iny dear Nick and faith you Have amused me much by your chat, You will find your way back, for so worn is your track, That a loss you cau never be at. Ob ! farewell my dear chum, but I hope you will com* To visit me down in hell— I’ll be right glad to see—oh ! I thank you said P— So now my old boy farewell* 44 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. Oar reader? may recollect (if not, vide Comet of Saturday, the 18 November,)that the last place our friend Paddy and his Satanic Majes parted company was in College Street Police Office, where Paddy left 1 Highness in safe’custody of old Montgomery the Peace Officer. It w also be recollected that the reason of his leaving him there was m coi sequence of the Old Boy having exceeded in his .potation of Fatty K< ney’s Doctors, which the Devil thought so devilish, he continued to g devilish drunk, and was left Jin the aforesaid Police Office, by Paddy, order, as he said, to keep him out of harm’s way. There ’tis to be si posed he snoozed all night, and waking in the morning, not knowi where he was, he looked round in amazement. Where am I ? quoth he, or where are yon, Pat ? Were the very first words that he said ; Who tore all my clothes, and united my cravat ? My bones are all aching with lying so flat On this rascally rib-breaking bed. Gentle reader, did you ever get a night’s lodging in a watch-hou If so, you will not wonder at even the devil himself finding fault with accomodation. Hould your clack, cried a chap, who, for nibbling a wipe, (a) Was caged in the watch-house all night; If you give any more of your chin-wagging pipe, I’ll butter my knife to the y in your tripe, (b) And that’ll be sarving you right. Go it Tom, cried a lady, who lodgings had got For easing a lad of his screen, (c) That damn’d long nose thief, since he come to this spot, Never offer’d to stand either naggin or pot; Bad luck to him. what does he mean ? Here two sweeps and a tinker were going to slate And wallop the life out of Nic, ^ Who heartily wish’d himself back at hell’s gate As for Pat, who had left him in this purty state, He swore he’d yet play him a trick. Now just as the devil was going to get What he seldom receives—that’s his dpe. In Goodisson (») walks, in a fume and a pet, The Alderman’s come—gentlemen, you forget, He has something to settle with you. THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN 45 This way, gentlemen—if you please, Sir, this way Hollo! constable—open that door— When in they were usher’d in Newgate array, (e) And all but the Devil was careless and gay;— He was ne’er in the watchhouse before. The sweeps and the tinkers were sent to the mill, (f) The lady was sent to the Pen—(g) Old Nick fined a dollar—said Fleming, I will Not let you so easily off, if you still Are seen drunk in the daylight again, At the fine of five shillings, the Devil look’d blue, In his pocket he hadn’t a bob, (h) In the name of Alecto, now what shall I do ? When who should he see at the door, peeping thro, But Paddy’s monocular (i) nob. All’s right, Nic, said Pat, I have settled the fine, So come along this way with me, I’ve promised to breakfast with Bcyton at nine, He’s a very old friend and class-fellow of mine, And I must introduce him to thee. Introduce him ! c 0 me Paddy, be easy, my boy, For Charley since he was a hobble-di-hoy, These last twenty years he’s been in my employ ;— But come away, Pat,— nous verrous. Into Duncan’s they stepp’d, Academics to get, Pat dress’d an A.M. cap-a-fe ; But the Old Boy, a suit of his livery met— Reil scarf and Black gown—then away they both set, The Devil, a perfect D.D. Said Paddy, Your highness, there’s all kinds of fun Expected in College to-day; ’Tis the day of Election. 1 known it, my son, And a vast deal of business for me’s to be done, So show me to Boy ton’s the way. Off they set, arm-in-arm, and arrived at Boyton’s Chambers, where about forty well-stuffed Parsons and half-starved Curates are seated at breakfast. Charley instantly recognizes his old fr . but a w ink from the latter puts an end to any uneasy apprehension i might, have enter¬ tained touching his visit. 46 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. Mali ! Doctissimr Doctor, most welcome-; and you, Mv friend Kelly, be seated, I pray , Dean I )-, give the Doctor a leg and wing too. The, Dean roar’d out, Boyton, I’m d—d if I do ; You know I’ve no time for delay, Quite in character with the pampered Ecclesiastic, the Jack Asse’s motto when dancing among the chickens, “ let every one take care of himself,’ seems to be pretty generally adopted by assinine bipeds. Bad luck to your big chuckle-head, mutter’d Patt, As he help’d both himself and Nick; Come Doctor, my hearty—come what are you at? Will you try the old gobstick, avick. You’d d— d nasty night in the watch-house, you know ; :f col; 1 would have you take care ; Let me give you a nip of this white curacoa— Or take of this brandy and soda a go ; This brandy, Fatty’s I swear. ’Tis needless to remark, that the Slugs had everything of the best No lie to say they live on the fat of the land, and are ’’fruges con- sumere nati.” Win i. was enjoying himself like a man, The Devil took Boyton aside— Have von done as I bid you ?—adopted my plan?— Your 1 ugliness, I’ve done all a single man can ; The Reverend Fellow replied. You kno w that my objects are Shaw andLefroy; and swaddlers I always befriend ; They know how to humbug the people, my boy, /: 1 nil ilie gnod things of this world enjoy, And, ] ;st mortem are sure to descend. This is the Devil’s own satire, to say all the swaddlers are humbug¬ ged—that they nnlulge. sub rosa,in all the pomps, vanities, and luxuries of this wicked well as any other class of people, and to insin¬ uate that Old Me s so sure of them hereafter, in common gratitude, be was bound to take their part while on earth. Oh, shocking. Boyton continues— I’m fully aware of your motives, dread Sir, But come, let’s away to the poll; My Ueverend colleagues, no longer demur; Mr. Kelly, you seem most unwilling to stir ? I am. replied Fat, ’pon my soul. THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 47 Pat would have preferred remaining to discuss the merits of a pigeon pie he had attacked tooth and nail, to running the risk of getting his other eye knocked out in the crowd. However, they all sally forth to the Hall. Passing through the court-yard, the Devil is delighted at the amazing number of Black Slugs he sees assembled, and rubbing his hands .with delight, exclaims— Oh sight most enchanting ! oh spectacle grand ! Dear Pat, what a beautiful show ! Every nine out of ten of this black-looking band, Who, like locusts of old, are now swarming the land, I have book’d for the kingdom below. My eyes ! there’s plumper, cried Pat, when he spied Him of Meath waddling up to the door ; And who is that giblet-shank’d chap by his side ? That his is a split vote, it cap’t be denied. Oh that is my Lord of Kilmore !! Said Pat, I’ve a simile, must make you laugh, ’Tis a bran-new idea of mine: The Bishop of Meath is the well fatted calf, And the other, whose leg’s like a constable’s staff, Is one of King Pharoah’s lean kine. THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 48 A SPLIT VOTE A PLUMPER Paddy’s astonishment at beholding the extraordinary contrast be¬ tween these two prelates—Alexander, of Meath, and Beresford, of Kil~ more, is very natural; but his punning on their appearance, and endeavouring to be witty, we imagine to be the effect of Charley Boyton’s curacon. And we regret very much, indeed, that we must take our leave of him at this particular period, when he isbeginning to be so entertaining, but want of space precludes the possibility of our giving insertion to any more of his poetic diablerie. We promise our readers, however, very shortly to give them further extracts, and that they shall, ere long, have another visit from his Satanic Majesty. It is by the merest accident that we again have the pleasure of pre¬ senting our readers with another part of the Deril’s Walk, as it was by merest accident that our J. P. encountered his Majesty, Last week Old Nick, Paddy Kelly, J. P., and Tim Rooney, after having chanted a simu¬ ltaneous chorus for lickers, which they could not procure at the Fancy Ball, steered under the Devil’s own guidance, to Hawkins’s Street, where J. P. and Hooft, with that peculiar elegance of manner characteristic to them, introduced Tim and Paddy to the sanctum sanctorum of the Widow Breakey. They remained there till nearly speechless, and then the Devil having asked for share of a bed in vain, they rowled home, leaviug him at Bob Morrison’s to take his snooze, and he was not heard of for the re¬ mainder of the week, J. P. having abonized himself, was proceeding towards the Adelphi, on Wednesday Night, to witness and laugh at the ridiculous gambols of the would-be Opera performers, and what was his horror and stupefaction to see the glowing phiz of Old Hoofs thrust un¬ ceremoniously over his shoulder, his toggery arranged with the nicety of a Brummel, and he evidently bent on proceeding to the same centre of folly. It was in vain J. P. strove to cut him, for he has the Devil’s own eyes, and speaking flippantly, he thus addressed him—• Upon my soul, my dear J. P., I’m glad to meet you now, As Lam going in to see This Operatic row ! I long to see my friend, his Grace Of Leinster, who doth play The fool and fiddle here—so place Your arm in mine I pray. Poor J, P. shuffled for a while. But saw it was no use To hesitate, and with a smile, His ever-ready ruse ! Said...Nick, you honor me to much I’m nearly overcome ! The Devil then his arm did clutch— He instantly was dumb ! 50 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. How exquisite!: described. Such a simple; yet forcible delinea ion J. P. meets his Majesty of the Infernal Regions, any uot wishing, wo suppose, to be seen with him at the Adelphi— among the regular aut-anc outer snobs—strives to give the cut oblique, but fails, and then, when tho Devil clutches him, how simple, beautiful, and Wordsworthian the des¬ cription—“ He instantly was dumb.’’ The Devil and he enters the house, where Old Nick who has a literary taste, plopped down opposite Sir Charles Miladi Morgan, who were accompanied by Lady Clarke, but not by the Knight of the Baths. The Devil’s eyes rolled round and round with an appearance af the completest extacy—now fixin,, on one, and nowon another of his own particular friends, with whom the house was stocked, and at last he burst forth into the following exclamations :— Oh ! what a splendid, glorious sight. To look on every side ! To see so many here this night In whom I well may pride ! For all those pampered things arc mine ! Those lordlings, and the crew Of boyish raw recruits, who shine In gold and crimson too 1 We could not for a moment think of doubting the truth of his Ma¬ jesty’s assertion, for they who revel in luxuries and abundance—who are clothed in purple and fine linen, and fare sumptously every day, while their fellow-men, from whose very vitals their enormous incomes are v r mched, cCt tally starve—“verily they have their reward.” There’s Captains Speedy, Hornidge, Ball Three fellows I know well, And there’s Caddell and Grant...they all With me will be in Hell. They are poor Buffoons now, and play A pampered set to please, Who laugh at their attempts , while they Sneer as applause do seize. There’s Paganini Buttermilk, A bonne bonche he’s to me; And th’other scraping every whilk, On his right side you see, Is Campbell, little can he tell, A friend of his is nigh, A friend who loves him passing well. As he'll prove by and by. THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 51 As they have not commenced as yet Their mad buffoonery, Let us review the purse-proud set Around us now, J. I don’t object, 4 but my dear Nick, Speak low, don’t scream out thus,” You’re right replied he, for yon click, In red’s observing us. Do you see, Nick, on that left side The Lady Yen try, and Sir Peter with a husband’s pride Behind her now doth stand, Egad. I do, said Nick, (and he His teeth with joy did cranch) Peter Fitzpiggin is to me A treasure, see his paunch. There’s all the Cramptons, young Kildahl, And ould dust, Major White, The Vivians, and the Gossets all Are sitting on the right. The pension list, the pension list, Roared Nick, is my chief care, I’ll have them all, aye fall, but hist, Aint that friend Mansfield there ? His Satanic Majesty was perfectly right. It was Mansfield, and we are not so dull, to stupid, or so void of penetration, but that we could perceive how he got there—by fawning on Captain Kinlock and Mecklin, by praising, slavering with praise, the paltry efforts of the whole acting crew. Only think of this coming from one who professes to judge—The character of Pat Rooney was performed by Mr. Richard Armit, in a Power is always an efficient representative of this description of Irishman but Mr, Armit transcends him by far. Oh, Hoey, come down and judge this, Mr. Armit’s transcending power. Ha, ha, ha. ha. But why laugh?—faugh. ’Tis loathsome—disgusting. Don’t mind him, Dick’ he’s humbugging you. “ Praise undeserved is censure in disguise.’; What are you to the modest and unrequited Barry? What are you to —but how foolish to waive time with you. Every one knows you are ridiculous. Our poet does not again continue till the curtain has been raised, and the cold-blooded and atrocious murder of Rossini’s Opera Seria of Otello has commenced. His Satanic Majesty is described in some verses, that we omit, as being quite delighted with Mr. Bligh as 0 ello ? he being a nonchalent murderer just to his taste. With a good deal of sagacity he remarked, that Miss Fanny Liealy. as Desdomona, was a pretty little girl, with a pretty little voice, but nothing more , and that Mrs. Haydn Corri, as Emilia, performed with her wonted good taste §2 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. Now don’t you think r my dear J. P. Sagely remarked Old Nick, That Bligh is ranting frightfully, I hate such damned stage-trick. He has a horrid shuffling way Of crossing on the stage, And rolls his eyes in each display,. Of would-be dreadful rage. There now the curtain’s dropped at last r And I’m sure I am glad, That this poor trumpery is past, ’Twas bitter, bitter bad. So let us lust look round again, And see all our dear friends, Who sit contented in this den, Where stuff with folly blends. Who are those black-eyed creatures here. Dressed in pure virgin white, Pale roses in their hair appear, Their eyes are dark as night. Their name is Harkins, Nick, but they Have nought to do with you, So do now turn your eyes away, Alas, said Nick, ‘tis true. But who is she that yawneth now.. And teems half tired to be. Of all this stuff, said Nick, I vow Thot’s Mrs. Gregory. No wonder she should yawn, for I r J. P., am half asleep, With all this folly, may I die, ’Twould make e’en angels weepy We cannot say whether Nick did actually snooze or not; but poet completely discontinues till after the overture to Cimarosa s 0 Buffo of II Matrimonio Secreto had completely concluded, and t&e was roused to the following exclaimations by the efforts of Mr, St. L and Counsellor Galway to get np an encore. “But what the plague, my dear J. P., Is this hubbub about ? Why is this noise ? I wonder they, Don’t kick the makers out, Ho, ho ! I see who they are now 9 There’s Counsellor Galway, He with St, Leger raised the row, A pretty pair they are. 53 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. “ There’s Counsellor Corunto Bell, Of mine an ancient friend ; As sure as I am King of Hell, With me some time he’ll spend. Where’s Mrs. Waller? I opine, She doth regret it now, "Ihat she left mixing punch and wine, At Folly’s shrine to bow. “ Here’s Forester, my lord that is, List to what he doth cry; He tells about a mare of his How he knocked out her eye, Because she wouldn’t leap a fence, Hick, this may sporting be, But sporting like it, neither sense Or feeling shows to me,” Nick, you were in the right to notice this. Lord Forester was oastinn - to a host of swells how he, pawn honor, knocked his mare’s eye at, because she would not lead a fence. He little fancied that the fine ir of Nicholas was all attention to his discourse Would not Mrs. [eade Hobson, as he. with the grace of a Chesterfield, and the elegance [ a Crichton, conducted her to her carriage, haviug shuddered, it she new that she grasped—no. pardonnez nous—gently touched, the arm of barbarian, Our rambliug poets continues thus:— “ Oh, dam me! there’s a lovely one !” Where! screamed out J. P., where ? Among pome others of the ton, Just opposite us there, Oh, that’s Miss Creighton, my dear Hick, Her brother’s with her too, But there is your own darling chick, Sam Lover cutting you.” “ Oh, ’tis no matter, do not mind ,) That is all in my eye ; Upon my soul he’ll surely find, He knows me by and by. Poor Sam ! how hard’s on earth his lot! He’s langh’d at every where ; If he don’t find my home too hot, He must be happy there.” “ Here’s Remmy Sheehan, Mr, Hume, One a damn’d clever chap, Here’s Horton, and, may I consume, Scanlan, that awful rap.” Hick rubbed his hands, with fiendish glee, As our J. P. thus spoke, And laughed with such wild-estacy. That J. P. thought he’d choke, 54 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. We are in possession of an immense number of stanzas more, but they are too terrible for insertion. Old Nick commences describing to our friend the interior of Hell, and faith it is a most blood-freezing des¬ cription. Fires, blazing roaring fires, devils, horrid hideous devils, Oh, Lord, oh, Lord,—Aristocrats, pampered, despicable Aristocrats. You will have to endure all this, and do you not richly deserve it? Ye squander your thousands, ye dress, ye “flaunt in gaudy and vain attire. Ye trample on the poor, but at last the awful day of retribution will come, when all men are equal, and then ye will be, as ye ought to be rewarded. The Devil and our J. P., when the opera was over, adjourned to Mrs Breaky’s, whereabout the witching hour of two, Old Nicholas might be discovered issuing forth gloriously oblivious. J. P. stole away long be¬ fore, after having made the devil promise to go with him to the opera again next week. Captains Kinlock and Mecklin may expect them. i It is now along time since we bad an opportunity of presenting ur readers with a graphic sketch of his Satanic Majesty*s visit to our letropolis, and the only way we can account for at is this:—-He has een, we believe, so much taken up with the politics of a certain house on he other side of the water, and so engaged in superintending the various tages of the Coersive Measure Bill, (which was peculiarly his own in- ention,) that he (poor Devil) had not time to ramble for pleasure -- >ur Poet rushes at once into his subject, with a glorious contempt of reliminaries:— It was long past 4 p.m, ere Old Nick he rose From his couch down in hell th’other day, So he put on him quickly his supertine clothes, Gave his hat a slight cock that a knowing one shows, Like a shark looking out for his prey. ft6 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. And said he to himself, now suppose that I range, All thro’ Dublin in search of some spree, For my friends there must feel that my absence is strange, And I’m sure since I’ve been there that many a change Has happened that will amuse me. So he called his attendant—a young Devil came A s black as the darkest of ink, With two saucer eyes that like blazes did flame, And for hair hissing snakes that now seem d very tame For before the great fiend they did shrink!— What a description—blazing eyes—hissing snakes for hair. 0 Lord how we shudder, and bless ourselves that we are not very rich—as “ ’tis easier for a camel (quere should it be cable?) to go through the eye of an needle then for a rich man to enter”—but where are we wandering to ? Let us continue with our narrator— Go, tell Charon to get his boat ready, and then Bring me hither a hot cup of tea, Don’t delay, but go quickly, and list to me—when You’ve obeyed my commandstfo your fires go again, They are not so hot as they should be. Well, well, well, how we pity the poor sufferers below faith we wish we were out of’his Majesty’s provinces where the hot fires are. Law, what a hissing a fat tithe eater must make. When Old Nick drank his scald, he got into the boat, And then Charon ply’d quickly bis oar ; So that shortly the Devil, with his fine black coat, Buttoned up (for he felt cold) to bis very throat, \Vas high and dry on th’ other shore, In a little time more you the Devil might see, Like a heavy swell walking thro’town, And arm-in-arm with our own gay J.P., Who laugh’d, and who seem’d in good humour to be, 4s thro’ Sackville-street they strutted down. My dear sir, said Old Nick, I assnre you I feel Most delighted at meeting with you, For next to my heart I have always your weal, (Our J. P. twisted then like a fresh captured eel,) And, believe me, I speak what is true. THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 57 But J, P. is a courtier, and therefore can hide What passes within, with a smile ; So he bowed low, and witli much politeness replied, Tho’ you flatter me, still I assure you I pride, In your friendship and kindness the while. What a perfect Chesterfield! what exquisite tact! Well, well, J. P., you bang ! But now J. P., will you say where we shall go, For I slept it so soundly to-day ; I did not get up till past four, and you know, All my friends have gone home to their dinners, and lo ! Evening comes with her mantle of grey, J. P. answered, you say truly, Nick, my old boy, I dined early, but will you not pick! Oh no, no, said the Devil, I could not destroy The light wing of a lark now, and this is the joy Of drinking and late hours, avick. Well, well, let me see, is not this Thursda} r night ? Eaith it is, said the Devil, indeed, Egad, my Old Boy, I can tell you all’s right, And J, P. rubbed his hands with the greatest deligh;— To the Fancy Ball, Nick, we will speed. It is done, roarod the Devil, but where are we now Don’t they call this place Hawkius’s-slreet, There’s before us the Theatre Koyal I know— Come in here, said J. P., it’s too early to go, For no one at the Ball v e would meet. So into a parlonr Old Nick popp’d his face, Andfthen like a regular rake he Bowed low. while delight in his phiz you might trace To the aye smiling genius of this pleasant place. The obliging and young Widow Breaky. This gentleman, said our own J. P„ will take A doctor, but prithee give me, A bottle of soda, said Nick do you make Them doctors here too, and he blew his long beak And seem’d in exceeding great glee— Here we must interrupt our poet, to recommend our theatrical friends if they want soda, doctors, or any other liquid thing, just to take a run between the acts to Mrs, B., who is particularly patronised by us. Ah here there occurs a huge hiatus in our manuscript, as our poet does not 58 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. again speak till he and Nick are in the round room of the Botundo, whicl is peopled with a motley group of lisping Terry Alts, Turks, Fiddles Greeks, &g., &c., all doing their best to be distinguished. The rooms he says, were rather tastefully decorated, and every praise is due to th< activity of the Stewards and the good order and regularity theypreservec —When his Satanic Majesty and our J. P-centered the room, “th< beloved ” was just leaving it, and Nick gazed at him with the eye of t courmaund —to be sure his longing for such a bonne eouche is par¬ donable. Though the Devil met a number of his friends there, he die not recognize tham ; but with his tail hanging behind him, like the nar¬ row skirts of Tom Vaughan’s dress coat—who, par parenthese, sported boots on this occasion—and leaning gracefully on his companion’s arm strutted through the room with as much aristocratic nonchalance as i i he had always been used to high life. Our Chronicler commences most abruptly— Here’s Big Clifford, dear Nick, and recruting he is. With his drum, and his ribbons, and fife, But who is this fish-women ? Lord ! what a phiz ! A capital character, Nick—his voice y tls As to brogue and expression, like life. And here is another—D’ye want fine fat plaice ? They are chape enough, Sur, I am sure— Dear Nick, by their mein it is easy to trace Who they are ; and I know that the vendor of plaice Is Carroll—the other is Moore.- Mr. Moore, of Rutland Square, and Mr. Carroll, of Mountjoy Square were excellent fishwomen, and caused a good portion of fun, by thei\ humorous support of the characters. Here’s M‘Dona of Capel Street, Nick ! and he plays That cracked clarionet very well : If Jones as the wife his voice higher would raise And not take these long strides that his mahood betraye Their appearance much better would tell. This Swbs peasant is Mr. O’Grady, and he Of all in the room dances best. This Greek is young Abraham his dress scenfto me Purely classial but now suppose, Nick, that we Take some Coffee by way of a zezt 9 THE DEVIL’ WALKS IN DUBLIN. 59 Faugh ! Coffee! No. on. but some punch I will take, Said Old Hoofs with a kind of a grin, Faith you won’t, for I know one rule that they’make Is to give no one punch , here his head he did shake— Wait awhile till my power they’re in. Here there is another break off, and we suppose the Devil was so ?hargined in not getting punch when he called for it, that he completely ifost for a while his powers of observation, till at last it seemed he was roused from his stupor by the appearance of a great divinity— (' Who is this ? said Old Nick, as he cast his great ey On Sir Peter’s sponsa with a stare, Like a rattle snake as to his wide mouth he tries To attract the poor bird when from earth it doth rise To soar in the regions of air. That is Lady Fitzpiggin, a perfect Dunn ! With what exquisite taste she is dress’d— A veil of gauze floats o’er her neck whose pale hue Glows from neath it like Cynthia, wheu she s smiling thro’ Some light cloud to make mortals more bless’d Here’s descriptive powers with a vengance—here’s a soaring into ,he regions of sublimity—here’s a high flight for the Devil’s companion ! A.s he continues, he grows more and more preposterous— In her beautiful hair she had feathers like those Of the Paradise Bird, and she hung On Sir Peter’s fat arm, while her bosom uprose Like a w ave of the sea when in moonlight it glows— What a pity she lisps with her tongue. What think yon. dear Nick, of the two Misses Keogh ? Those Juno-like creatures yon see, They are certainly handsome, said Nick, but I know They can never be mine, and so therefore we’ll go To some others who mine yet may be. Ha ! ha! ha! roared out Nick, look, J, P., oh, look, Who is this as the thimblerig here ? I’ll bet you a crown (sure your honor’s not shook) For blunt? that this small ball you never will hook ; And fair play is a jewel my dear. 60 THE DEVIL'S WALKS IN DUBLIN. M‘Donald be nisv. said Nick, my sweet sir. For your nicks I’m aiiftle too ouid, By the holy, says Bropliy, if you east a shir Ou our var.ioi.s honor, or dare to demur, Come be niay, LL, now don't go scold, Decidelv the three best characters in the room were Mr. M‘Donald, as a thimblerig. Mr. Brophv, as a blind fiddler, and Mr. Carmichael, as a broken-down horse holder from the Four Courts. They kept the room in one roar of laughter, and the chiefly contributed to the amusement of the evening. ... Among the Flukes present, none shone in the Devils eye like one little creature whose disguise completely hid him, and who, with the p jwerful attraction which leads men to their proper professions, ad- ii irably personified that most miserable and wretched of c tnacters, a Buekthorn News-hawker. Old Nick was particularly delighted at the fact displayed bv the literary Janus, when vending the unsold copies oi the Buckthorn Repealer. Who could have thought of this, said the Emperor of Russia, but one whose mind is ever on the qui vive tor picks and poltroons. Amiable Buckthorn, simple, elegant, and gentlemanlike even in the mechanical arrangement of your news men. He sold two, whispered Tim Roonev, for sedemental purposes since. ie enteie t i room—he’s fagged. 'The Devil put his tongue in his pvv, and shdno his bob. Here’s Mia-bull Tmn Laffan. Aqnilla Kent. .Tolnmv Hume, Tommv Wright—Lord George uf Irwin, Gresham, and Shy Tighe. eu iitimrforrh scent, Captain Vivian and do wer— THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 61 Here’s Brabazon, Darling, here’s Archer the Mayor, A lid liereV Vance as a thimblerig too, J T is yarns are not well pun—that’s McDermott there As a huntsman, and well doth his cbameUr bear— ‘Tis a difficult one to get through. Here’s Miss Ormsby. Miss Henry, Mbs Gresham. Miss Knipe, A collection of angels divine. Yes, yes, sigh'd for.h Nick, whi e i is face was a type Of anguish, aiid his tearful eyes lie did wipe— i>ut 1 grieve that they ne’er can he mine. Who is this luscious widow that constantly smiles And who but for her beard would look well? Faith the mme of that creature. Nick, is Edward Isle, But have you ever lieaid them when mending old files, Ho, said Nick, we don’t use them in Hell. Because don’t you think tha* the music is like, The harsh sounds that such mending would make, It is shameful, and doih most discordantly -trike On the ear—but oh, who is this ravenous pike That’s devouring a mountain ca^e. ’Tis the lord of Nassau Street, don’t mind J. P. But is not this Counsellor Hill ? Aye, aye, and this teller of fortunes you see, That so perfectly self-satisfied seems to be, By name is y’clept Peithcrs Gill. Here’s Whelan as Larry O’Gaff, and here’s Page As a sailor hoy dancing on shore, Here’s Doctor bliea. and here’s Preston, and also here’s Cage, V ho war ’gaint his lungs doth remorselessly wage He for neeules tine cases doth roar. Eutlook, said J. P.. here’s a beautiful dress, 'The young Scottish Chief ‘tis I moan. Faith it is, said Old Nick, and 1 tliink I can guess What his name is, and on liis words he laid great stress He is dubb'd young Tevener I ween. Mr. Tenevar was beautifully dressed, and was the go, the gape, the stare, the gaze, all the evening. He and Mr. Murray were the best highlanders in the group. THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 62 Here's Jackson as Conrad the Corsair, here's Smyth As an Albanian sailor, and he That's dressed as a lady—the tall lady with The calico skirt of such terrific witdth Is George Dixon—here Nick show's gre at glee. The cause of the Devil’s exceeding great glee was this, he observed our own Paddy Kelly, his particular friend, and Tim Rooney, Ins late acquaintance, advancing towards him arm-in-arm, and he bursts forth into the following beautiful exclaimations- — Is not that my own dear friend Pat K<‘lly, he screamel Oh Paddy, pray how do you do— Where have you been thi.*> age? who would have e er dream'd, . (And his eye with delight like a blaze of fire beamed j 4t a Faucy Ball of meeting you ? I am overjoyed to, said J. P., so Nick come, Without delay how let us dash, And I am dry too, said Tim Rooney, oh some Of the se stewards, by Jupiter, should be struck dumb For concocting that lemonade squash. Here the whole Comet Club burst into a tumultuous chorus fo lieker. I‘m dhry, says Pat Kelly, If at home with my Nelly, I‘d have good whiskey punch iu galore ; But go it you spooney— Punch, punch, says Tim Rooney, By Jove, says J. 1\, you're a bore. CHORUS. Blur-an-ouns, bng-a-bouns, have some pinch made, And curses light on your damned sour lemonade. Continuation, of the Devil's W alks in Dublii By E. S. An immease time has el apsed since his Satanic Majesty fayca -ed j with his usual perambulation, through this metropolis. We suppose THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. 63 has been so much taken up with his own affairs (the mortality among the curates, and tithe-payers being wondrous,) in the lower regions as to be totally incapable of attending to ours ; however, we are delighted even now to give our readers an account of his late visit, as to procure what¬ ever is new and interesting, is our endeavour at all times. Our poet thns commences— The Devil in hell, a few mornings ago, Sat quietly sipping his tea, And thought that for chang&, he might as well range, To Dublin in search of a spree. He had been in Loudon, and seen all their fun, At Crockford’s met some of the fon. Who were rattling away at their hazard-'ous play, Little dreaming of him who looked on. The palace he also passed thro’ as he went And hinted to good King Billy, ’Twas easily seen he was peck’d by the queen, T allow which was certaiuly silly. lie brought two fat Aldermen down on return. Besides a whole host of Black Sheep, Whom life sought for tithe, little thinking they’d writhe In a dwelling so dark and so deep. He now hadn’t left his dominions for months, So pull’d on his Wellington boot, And soon took the air up and down Merrion-square, And quietly smoked his cheroot. We are here presented with a graphic description of his Majesty’s dress and appearance which is peifectly the fashion, and we also have a description of the cordial greetings which passed between him and J. P., who, having nearly recovered his late indisposition, was enjoying the sunny air, little imagining his acquaintance was so near. Nick pre¬ ferred his arm and a cigar, both of which being accepted, they strutted on most lovingly together. You tell me, my friend, there’s no news here, quoth Nick, Unless that my ever dear chum, The gallant old Marquis about leaving the park is, And Wellesley’s in his place to come. C4 THE DEVIL’S WALKS IN DUBLIN. How are all mv old fri mis 1-how are N-» *•»<* S— d?— Maiden hunting I fancy still ; And The Lord Mare, I think his quantum can dank An ocean of liquor he’d swill. Here are two little milliners coming this way. Thev’re followed t.y some whiskered d .«!>, Who th- b-sis h ?—he’s a sf anger to me, Oh, ’us only their b au, the beau N U. The propensity some swells have for the tribe of short plaid cloak and band-boxes is /eally wondrous. We understand that Tommy V- rapidly imbibing bis fried D peculiarities m this lme. Who are those p i. approaching so lovingly now? One is VV-d, Lord Mayor elect. And lie, in who e face, cringing Toady yon trace, j 8 tyj_f-d, whom none can suspect. ws ir George like his shade ho wishes will fl.y- 11C now always foil And to d»> what he -- j Said Nick, with a » idle on hi* fea: ures the while, X will h ve him in hell by and by Who’s the tl i (I now approaching so sleek and so fat? It is Alderman W- 11 1 ween > . , , w g lies now like thef t ki .e, but, quoth Nick, when hes mine. . } ] e will soon become bouy and lean. How we do, from our very s<>uls, envy those elected ones. We cc inst imagine the fizzing they both will make ^hen Mnck in a fiie which the Custom-house conflagration was a “X? and the Uttte Aldt pig face will repent Ins deeds at the Sheriff a Office, and the Little Aid man will reg.tit the goodly ie , he left behind. Do you know wlio*s this here riding gracefully up, A p in e amoug sportsmen is he ? JSick answered, i guess ‘lis Loid if-th, and suce Ue widi him tho* lie’s not for me. What a. great concession on the Devil’s part—he that goeth affio like a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour—he that graspeth alt and is never satiated with victim—to wish success to one he a kuowledges cannot be bis. His Lordship is very highly complimented 65 THE DEVIL’S WALKS THROUGH DUBLIN. “Who’s this t 11. thin young fellow, in uniform here? ’ “Tis Lord Alfred 1*- I see— < Did vou hear of a s‘ir lie had with Major S...ra When on , th ? other night on a spree ? u The moaning of these astei icks may be discovered by the parties concerned, who are not a thousand miles from Mount, Pleasant. We know all the particulars as well as Nick, and think it wonderful that we can refrain from publishing them.—But to pioceed: “Here's a blue-coat club, buttoned and deep boated hat, Surrounchng a sore looking man # . Said the Devil, “his phiz seems familiar— it 19, Ave it must he, my friend buck M‘C n. «Im delighted to see that lie’s looking so well, The Sunday-school teaching’s improving *, To see him essay to teach children to pray, Tis ready pretty and moving/ 4 < Who"s this driving the ear with the frosty faee, And the keen, sharp and roguish eye- in whose twin king leer, as it would appear, There’s knowledge of all who pass by ? Tis simple Tom B-y, the innocent child, Who just tnoweth a thing or two— He his pockets can fill by discounting a bill, And lie’s quite wide awake at that too* Kick roared with a grin, “he is mine ! he is mine ? And a. bonne bouche he‘ll certainly be— H When in H—11. if he will, he may take up a bill j Ana Kick laughed with exceeding great glee. Our friend Tom is regularly bid for now, as he’s to be the Devils “tit bit.” His dwelling, happey home, will be effectually defended from frost, and it "ill be no longer “poor Tom’s a cold,” but “poor Toni’s a hot “Here’s a hell of a swell, with whisker fresh trimmed, With waste to thin, tight-laced and slim—