And stoop to intrigue with that traitor P—ll;
What made you so awfully foolish?
“Peace, Randolph,” replied Father Will, in a huff,
“No questions!—I’m lofty and pure,
“Not made like you Tories of bloodthirsty stuff,
“Be off, or you’ll get the Clôture.”
A New Alphabet of Irish Policy, by Sphinx
(John Heywood, Manchester).
A Valentine.
From Miss Hibernia to W. E. G.