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MISS ERlN;-"There ye are, grinnln’ as usual. it's over helping the boys ye should be, not
eittin’ there for the last i5 year abusin' and ilndln' fault with other men’s work. Ye were mighty
glad to work with them one time, but thnt’s before ye got yer hair curled up in Dublin."
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THE LEPRACAUN. 27
A LAY OF LAYS.
There are lays of Greece and
lays of Rome,
That are beautiful to read.‘
C That the sweetest of lays is
Q‘ . " ' j V ; . “Home, Sweet Home,”
, 5 or , Most people are agreed.
if Then we have “ The Lay ofthe
Last Minstrel,”.
Bewailing an earlier day
retty hard lot
To e “ busking” when old
and gray).
A stentorian lay has “ the man
in The Riug,"
With his “ two to one ”
recitative ;
The winner delights to hear
him sing,
While the loser’s inclined to
grieve.
But of all the lays, with their
chant sublime,
That charm the hearts of
men,
Give me, in its freshness, at
breakfast time,
The lay of the little brown
hen.
A DISASTER.
Oh! the guns are spiked and
the gunners all down
And the General‘s lost his
ead.
The horses haven't a leg or :1
ta -
Of the flags there isn’t a
shre .
All scattered around lie the
rank and file-
They’ve hardly been left a
limb-
Aud trees uprooted and wag-
gons gone smash
Proclaini a disaster grim;
“’hile there, in the midst of
the chaos, sits
The author of all the rout,
With puss in the kettle, and
trying in vain
To pour her out of the
[Min T. M. Xlealy, M.P., is out in print again, and from his Sylvan retreat at 5P0ut-
Chapelizod has attacked Mr. Redmond and the Irish Party over the Irish Council Bi1l.] ‘V-
THE PHIBSBORO' BAZAAR.
The Bazaar in aid of the com letion of the beautiful
Vinceritian Church will be held in ti)ie Rotunda and gardens
on the 10th to the 15th ofjune. The various committees have
spared no pains to make the Bazaar one of thelargest and most
attractive ever held in the City of Dublin. The decorations
and lighting are most elaborate, and the grounds and buildings
will be turned. into a veritable Fairyland for the occasion.
The prizes are valuable and numerous, and we wish the Bazaar,
the energetic workers, and the good priests every success, and
that the result will be sufficient to clear the debt on the most
beautiful church in the City.
WAS IT BRIDGE?
The boy stood on the burning deck,
And tried to quench the flame;
The old man had dropped in again,
And spoiled the little “game!”
THE EDITOR.
An Editor sat in his sanctum, .
And his thoughts were exceedingly sad,
For he hadn‘t a line of copy, ‘
And the printer was roaring like mad.
His cranium in vain he cudgelled
For ideas that would not come; p
So he crystal-gazed at the patper weight,
Like a statue still and durn .
At last his eye fell on the scissors
And the brimming bottle of paste.
“Eureka!” he cried, “I’ve got it.”
And to work he went in haste-
To slash up the “yellow” journals,
The stories, the poems and news.
Then, rushing the lot to the printer,
Away he went on the booze ;
And iucetiiig :1 gay bill-sticker,
He warmly pressed his hand,
And said, “Brother, rejoice! for the paste-pot
Is the mightiest power in the land.” W.
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