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SONG OF THE VIOLET. (The Adventures of Philip),

FAIRY DAYS. (The Fitz-Boodle Papers),

POCAHONTAS. (The Virginians),

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JEAMS OF BUCKLEY SQUARE-A HELIGY. (Diary

THE END OF THE PLAY. (Dr. Birch and his

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SERENADE. (The Paris Sketch-Book),

FIVE GERMAN DITTIES.

A TRAGIC STORY,

THE CHAPLET,

THE KING ON THE TOWer,

TO A VERY OLD WOMAN,

A CREDO. (The Adventures of Philip),

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OLD FRIENDS WITH NEW FACES.

THE KNIGHTLY GUERDON,

THE ALMACK'S ADIEU,

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WHEN THE GLOOM IS ON THE GLEN. (Sketches

and Travels in London),

The Red Flag. (Sketches and Travels in London)

DEAR JACK. (Novels by Eminent Hands),

COMMANDERS OF THE FAITHFUL. (Rebecca and

WHEN MOONLIKE ORE THE HAZURE SEAS. (Di-

ary of C. Jeames de la Pluche),

KING CANUTE. (Rebecca and Rowena),

FRIAR'S SONG. (The Paris Sketch-Book),

ATRA CURA. (Rebecca and Rowena),

REQUIESCAT. (Rebecca and Rowena),

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THE WILLOW-TREE-ANOTHER

Fitz-Boodle Papers),

VERSION.

LYRA HIBERNICA.

THE PIMLICO PAVILION,

THE CRYSTAL PALACE,

MOLONY'S LAMENT,

MR. MOLONY'S ACCOUNT OF THE BALL GIVEN TO

THE NEPAULESE AMBASSADOR BY THE PE-

NINSULAR AND ORIENTAL COMPANY,

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The Battle of LIMERICK,

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LARRY O'TOOLE. (Novels by Eminent Hands), .

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BALLADS.

THE CHRONICLE OF THE DRUM.

PART I.

AT Paris, hard by the Maine barriers,
Whoever will choose to repair,
Midst a dozen of wooden-legged warriors
May haply fall in with old Pierre.
On the sunshiny bench of a tavern
He sits and he prates of old wars,

And moistens his pipe of tobacco

With a drink that is named after Mars.

The beer makes his tongue run the quicker,
And as long as his tap never fails
Thus over his favorite liquor

Old Peter will tell his old tales.
Says he, "In my life's ninety summers
Strange changes and chances I've seen,-
So here's to all gentlemen drummers
That ever have thumped on a skin.

"Brought up in the art military
For four generations we are;

My ancestors drumm'd for King Harry,
The Huguenot lad of Navarre.
And as each man in life has his station
According as Fortune may fix,
While Condé was waving the bâton,
My grandsire was trolling the sticks.

"Ah! those were the days for commanders!
What glories my grandfather won,
Ere bigots, and lackeys, and panders

The fortunes of France had undone !
In Germany, Flanders, and Holland,-
What foeman resisted us then?
No; my grandsire was ever victorious,
My grandsire and Monsieur Turenne.

"He died and our noble battalions
The jade fickle Fortune forsook ;
And at Blenheim, in spite of our valiance,
The victory lay with Malbrook.

The news it was brought to King Louis;
Corbleu! how his Majesty swore

When he heard they had taken my grandsire:
And twelve thousand gentlemen more.

"At Namur, Ramillies, and Malplaquet Were we posted, on plain or in trench: Malbrook only need to attack it

And away from him scamper'd we French. Cheer up! 'tis no use to be glum, boys,'Tis written, since fighting begun, That sometimes we fight and we conquer, And sometimes we fight and we run.

"To fight and to run was our fate :

Our fortune and fame had departed.
And so perish'd Louis the Great,-
Old, lonely, and half broken-hearted.
His coffin they pelted with mud,

His body they tried to lay hands on ;
And so having buried King Louis

They loyally served his great-grandson.

"God save the beloved King Louis!

(For so he was nicknamed by some,)