Whose music could make me Spring up in a hurry, And caper about as It did Mister Murray.* Yet, if there's no stopping The course of your journey If nothing that I say From your own will can turn ye— I pray the Almighty To guard and watch o'er you, Till you find here again Open arms before you. *To explain this verse, it it necessary to state that my "dear aunt" (now, alas, the late Miss Dillon) had once or twice played for Mrs. Leary several Irish melodies from Bunting's collection, at which she appeared to be very much delighted. Old Murray, from whom I obtained the keen on Mr. Hugh Power (p. 66), had been so inspired a few evenings before by a similar performance, that, on hearing a well-known jig, forgetful of his age, his heavy brogues, and his being in a drawing-room, he began capering about with the nimbleness of a lad of fifteen. ΤΟ MISS MARIA DICKSON. YES, I have gathered them together! Though in the memory lingers yet the dread AND IRELAND'S HARP NOW LIVES ON ENGLAND'S SHIELD ;— T. C. C. FINIS. |