The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 13, No. 359, March 7, 1829

"The Man-Mountain."

"Mr. Tims!—Man-Mountain!" resumed Julia, with unfeigned surprise. "I know of no such persons. How jocular you are to-night—not to say how ill-bred, for you have been asleep for the last five minutes!"

"Sweet, sweet Julia!"

A MODERN PYTHAGOREAN.

Blackwood's Magazine.

SONG

BY T. CAMPBELL

'Tis now the hour—'tis now the hour
To bow at Beauty's shrine;
Now whilst, our hearts confess the power
Of woman, wit, and wine;
And beaming eyes look on so bright,
Wit springs—wine sparkles in their light.

In such an hour—in such an hour,
In such an hour as this,
While Pleasure's fount throws up a shower
Of social sprinkling bliss,
Why does my bosom heave the sigh
That mars delight?—She is not by!

There was an hour—there was an hour
When I indulged the spell
That Love wound round me with a power
Words vainly try to tell—
Though Love has fill'd my checker'd doom
With fruits and thorns, and light and gloom—

Yet there's an hour—there's still an hour
Whose coming sunshine may
Clear from the clouds that hang and lower
My fortune's future day;
That hour of hours beloved will be,
That hour that gives thee back to me!

New Monthly Magazine.

THE GATHERER

"A snapper-up of unconsidered tifles."

    SHAKSPEARE.
What will our civic friends say to this, about the date of 1686?—"Among other policies of assurance which appear at the Exchange, there is one of no ordinary nature; which is, that Esquire Neale, who hath for some time been a suitor to the rich Welsh widow Floyd, offers as many guineas as people will take to receive thirty for each one in case he marry the said widow. He hath already laid out as much as will bring him in 10 or 12,000 guineas; he intends to make it 30,000, and then to present it to the lady in case she marry him; and any one that will accept of guineas on that condition may find as many as he pleases at Garraway's coffee-house."—Ellis Correspondence.

PAT O'KELLY, THE IRISH POET

Three poets, of three different nations born,
With works immortal do this age adorn;
Byron, of England—Scott, of Scotia's blood—And,
Erin's pride, O'Kelly, great and good.
'Twould take a Byron and a Scott, I tell ye,
Roll'd up in one, to make a Pat O'Kelly.

    Legends of the Lakes.

IRISH NAMES, MADE ENGLISH

(For the Mirror.)

Macnamara, son of a sea-hound.
Macmahon, son of a bear.
Brien, the force of water.
Kennedy, wearing a helmet.
Horan, the gold of poetry.
Sullivan, having but one eye.
Gallagher, the helper of Englishmen.
Riordan, a royal salmon.
Lysaght, a hired soldier.
Finnoala, white-shouldered.
Una, matchless.
Farrell, a fair man.
Mohairey, an early riser.
Naghten, a strong person.
Trayner, a strong man.
Keeffe, mild.
Keating, a shower of fire.
Kinahan, a moss trooper.
Kearney, a soldier.
Leahy, a champion.
Macaveely, son of the hero.
Ardil, of high descent.
Dermid, a god in arms.
Toraylagh, like a tower.
Cairbre, a royal person.
Flinn, red haired.
Dwyer, a dark man.
Docharty, dangerous.
Mullane, broad head.
Cullane, broad poll.
Flaherty, a powerful chief.
Lalor, or Lawler, one who speaks by halves.
Tierney, a lord.
Bulger, a Dutchman.