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# The Spirit of the Nation/The Botanic Gardens

ON VISITING THE BOTANIC GARDENS, CORK.
(VERY REV. T. MATHEW'S CEMETERY.)
By W. M. Downes, Author of "Poetic Sketches" &c.
In this sweet spot the lov'd are sleeping; The sculptur'd angel, pure as snow, Is, like the living mourner, weeping For those who rest in death below; On the white marble fond affection, Above the buried and the cold, Hath traced—ah, mournful retrospection!— Their praise in characters of gold.
From sacred lore is here recorded The mortal's hope—the mortal's doom— It tells how virtue is rewarded, It speaks of bliss beyond the tomb. That glorious meed shall heaven be giving, A crown to deck the sainted head, Of him whose worth hath bless'd the living— Who gave this shelter to the dead.
When here enshrin'd his dust reposes, (Oh, distant be that gloomy day Of grief to Erin's isle, when closes The grave o'er Mathew's honour'd clay,) ​That cross, the type of man's salvation, Shall mark the spot through many an age, The tomb of fondest veneration, Where lies the patriot, saint, and sage!
Well may they bless his parted spirit, The moral race of future times, Rejoicing they no more inherit Their country's bane, her woes and crimes. Yes; those unborn, with pious feeling, To whom his fame shall yet be known, In solemn circle will be kneeling, Young pilgrims round that hallow'd stone.
Each age his memory renewing, As sweet and bright as spring's return, Shall virtue's genius still be strewing Undying bloom upon that urn, Where lies the man whose fame ascended, Like incense sacred, pure, sublime! Whose name and deeds, though life be ended, Shall live beyond the bounds of time!
# The Spirit of the Nation/The Clanconnell Warsong

THE CLANCONNELL WAR-SONG.—A.D. 1597.
Air—"Roderich Vich Alpine dhu."
I.
Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding, Loudly the war-cries arise on the gale, Fleetly the steed by Lough Swilly is bounding To join the thick squadrons in Samer's green vale. On, every mountaineer! Strangers to flight and fear; Rush to the standard of dauntless Red Hugh! ​Bonnought and Gallowglass Throng from each mountain-pass! On for old Erin!—O'Donnell-aboo!
II.
Princely O'Neill to our aid is advancing With many a chieftain and warrior-clan; A thousand proud steeds in his vanguard are prancing, 'Neath the borderers brave from the banks of the Bann:— Many a heart shall quail Under the coat of mail; Deeply the merciless foeman shall rue When on his ear shall ring, Borne on the breeze's wing, Tirconnell's dread war-cry—O'Donnell-aboo!
III.
Wildly o'er Desmond the wild wolf is howling, Fearless the eagle sweeps over the plain, The fox in the streets of the city is prowling— All, all, who would scare them are banished or slain! Grasp, every stalwart hand, Hackbut and battle-brand— Pay them well back the deep debt so long due: Norris and Clifford well Can of Tirconnell tell— Onward to glory!—O'Donnell-aboo!
IV.
Sacred the cause that Clanconnell's defending— The altars we kneel at and homes of our sires; Ruthless the ruin the foe is extending— Midnight is red with the plunderer's fires! On with O'Donnell, then, Fight the old fight again, Sons of Tirconnell all valiant and true! Make the false Saxon feel Erin's avenging steel! Strike for your country!—O'Donnell-aboo!
* ↑ The sept of O'Donnell.
* ↑ The famous Red Hugh O'Donnell, who aided O'Neill in defeating the best generals and most brilliant armies of Elizabeth.
# The Spirit of the Nation/Stand Together

STAND TOGETHER.
Stand together, brothers all! Stand together, stand together! To live or die, to rise or fall, Stand together, stand together! Old Erin proudly lifts her head— Of many tears the last is shed; Oh! for the living—by the dead! Stand together, true together!
Stand together, brothers all! Close together, close together! Be Ireland's might a brazen wall— Close up together, tight together! Peace!—no noise!—but hand in hand Let calm resolve pervade your band, And wait—till nature's God command— Then help each other, help each other!
Stand together, brothers all! Proud together—bold together! From Kerry's cliffs to Donegal, Bound in heart and soul together! ​Unrol the sunburst! who'll defend Old Erin's banner is a friend— One foe is ours—oh! blend, boys, blend, Hands together—hearts together!
Stand together, brothers all! Wait together, watch together! See, America and Gaul Look on together, both together! Keen impatience in each eye— Yet on "ourselves" do we rely— "Ourselves alone" our rallying cry! And "stand together, strike together!"
# The Spirit of the Nation/Song of the Volunteers of 1782

SONG OF THE VOLUNTEERS OF 1782.
Air—"Boyne Water."
I.
Hurrah! 'tis done—our freedom's won— Hurrah for the Volunteers! No laws we own, but those alone Of our Commons, King, and Peers.
II.
The chain is broke—the Saxon yoke From off our neck is taken; Ireland awoke—Dungannon spoke— With fear was England shaken.
III.
When Grattan rose, none dar'd oppose The claim he made for freedom; They knew our swords, to back his words, Were ready did he need them.
IV.
Then let us raise, to Grattan's praise, A proud and joyous anthem; And wealth, and grace, and length of days, May God, in mercy grant him!
V.
Bless Harry Flood, who nobly stood By us, through gloomy years, Bless Charlemont, the brave and good, The chief of the Volunteers.
VI.
The North began; the North held on The strife for native land; Till Ireland rose, and cow'd her foes— God bless the Northern land!
VII.
And bless the men of patriot pen— Swift Molyneux, and Lucas; Bless sword and gun, which "Free Trade" won— Bless God! who ne'er forsook us!
VIII.
And long may last, the friendship fast, Which binds us all together; While we agree, our foes shall flee Like clouds in stormy weather.
IX.
Remember still, through good and ill, How vain were prayers and tears— How vain were words, till flashed the swords Of the Irish Volunteers.
X.
By arms we've got the rights we sought Through long and wretched years— Hurrah! 'tis done, our Freedom's won— Hurrah for the Volunteers!
# The World Factbook (1982)/Falkland Islands (Malvinas)
## FALKLAND ISLANDS (Islas Malvinas)FALKLAND ISLANDS(Islas Malvinas)

* (See reference map IV)

### LANDLAND

Colony—12,168 km$^2$; area consists of some 200 small islands and two principal islands, East Falkland (6,680 km$^2$) and West Falkland (5,276 km$^2$); dependencies—South Sandwich Islands, South Georgia, and the Shag and Clerke Rocks

### WATERWATER

Limits of territorial waters (claimed): 3 nm
Coastline: 1,288 km

### PEOPLEPEOPLE

Population: 2,000 (July 1982), average annual growth rate -0.7%
Nationality: noun—Falkland Islander(s); adjective—Falkland Island
Ethnic divisions: almost totally British
Religion: predominantly Church of England
Language: English
Literacy: compulsory education up to age 14
Labor force: 1,100 (est.); est. over 95% in agriculture, mostly sheepherding

### GOVERNMENTGOVERNMENT

Official name: Colony of the Falkland Islands
Type: British crown colony
Capital: Stanley
Political subdivisions: local government is confined to capital
Legal system: English common law
Branches: Governor, Executive Council, Legislative Council
Government leader: Governor and Commander in Chief J. R. W. PARKER (also High Commissioner for British Antarctic Colony)
Suffrage: universal

### ECONOMYECONOMY

Government budget: Colony—revenues, $5.1 million (FY68); expenditures, $5.3 million (1980-81)
Agriculture: Colony—predominantly sheep farming
Major industries: Colony—wool processing
Electric power: 1,250 kW capacity (1980); 2.5 million kWh produced (1980), 1,150 kWh per capita
Exports: Colony—$5.8 million (1978); wool, hides and skins, and other; dependencies—no exports in 1968 or 1969
Imports: Colony—$3.4 million (1978); food, clothing, fuels, and machinery; dependencies—$8,368 (1969); mineral fuels and lubricants, food, and machinery
Major trade partners: nearly all exports to the UK, also some to the Netherlands and to Japan; imports from Curacao, Japan, and the UK
Aid: economic—(1970-79) Western (non-US) countries, ODA and OOF, $24 million
Monetary conversion rate: 1 Falkland Island pound=US$2.3263

### COMMUNICATIONSCOMMUNICATIONS

Railroads: none
Highways: 510 km total; 30 km paved, 80 km gravel, and 400 km unimproved earth
Ports: 1 major (Port Stanley), 4 minor
Civil air: no major transport aircraft
Airfields: 2 total, 2 usable, 1 with permanent surface runways; 1 with runways 1,200-2,439 m
Telecommunications: government-operated radiotelephone networks providing effective service to almost all points on both islands; approximately 530 telephones (est. 29.2 per 100 popl.); 1 AM station
* ↑ The possession of the Falkland Islands has been disputed by the UK and Argentina (which refers to them as the Islas Malvinas) since 1833. On 1 April 1982 Argentine military forces invaded the islands. The British responded by sending warships to the South Atlantic.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From John Gay to Jonathan Swift - 15

FROM MR. GAY.
MIDDLETON STONEY, NOV. 9, 1729.
I HAVE long known you to be my friend upon several occasions, and particularly by your reproofs and admonitions. There is one thing, which you have often put me in mind of, the overrunning you with an answer before you had spoken. You find I am not a bit the better for it; for I still write and write on, without having a word of an answer. I have heard of you once by Mr. Pope: let Mr. Pope hear of you the next time by me. By this way of treating me, I mean, by your not letting me know that ​you remember me, you are very partial to me, I should have said, very just to me. You seem to think, that I do not want to be put in mind of you, which is very true; for I think of you very often, and as often wish to be with you. I have been in Oxfordshire with the duke of Queensberry for these three months, and have had very little correspondence with any of our friends. I have employed my time in new writing a damned play, which I wrote several years ago, called The Wife of Bath. As it is approved or disapproved of by my friends, when I come to town, I shall either have it acted, or let it alone, if weak brethren do not take offence at it. The ridicule turns upon superstition, and I have avoided the very words bribery and corruption. Folly indeed is a word, that I have ventured to make use of; but that is a term, that never gave fools offence. It is a common saying, that he is wise, that knows himself. What has happened of late, I think, is a proof, that it is not limited to the wise.
My lord Bathurst is still our cashier: when I see him, I intend to settle our accounts, and repay myself the five pounds out of the two hundred I owe you. Next week I believe I shall be in town; not at Whitehall, for those lodgings were judged not convenient for me, and were disposed of. Direct to me at the duke of Queensberry's, in Burlington gardens, near Piccadilly. You have often twitted ​me in the teeth for hankering after the court. In that you mistook me; for I know by experience that there is no dependance that can be sure, but a dependance upon one's self. I will take care of the little fortune I have got. I know you will take this resolution kindly, and you see my inclinations will make me write to you, whether you will write to me or not. I am, dear sir, yours most sincerely and most affectionately,
J. GAY.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From John Gay to Jonathan Swift - 18

FROM MR. GAY.
YOU tell me, that I have put myself out of the way of all my old acquaintance, so that unless I hear from you, I can know nothing of you. Is it not barbarous then to leave me so long without writing one word to me? If you will not write to me for my sake, methinks you might write for your own. How do you know what is become of your money? If you had drawn upon me when I expected it, you might have had your money, for I was then in town; but I am now at Amesbury, at the duke of Queensberry's. The duchess sends you her services. I wish you were here: I fancy you would like her and the place. You might fancy yourself at home; for we have a cathedral near us, where you might find a bishop of the same ​name. You might ride upon the downs, and write conjectures upon Stonehenge. We are but five and twenty miles from the Bath; and I was told this very evening by general Dormer, (who is here) that he heard somewhere or other, that you had some intentions of coming there the latter season. I wish any thing would bring us together, but your want of health. I have left off wine and writing; for I really think, that man must be a bold writer, who trusts to wit without it. I took your advice; and some time ago took to love, and made some advances to the lady you sent me to in Soho, but I met no return; so I have given up all thoughts of it, and have now no pursuit or amusement. A state of indolence is what I do not like; it is what I would not choose. I am not thinking of a court, or preferment; for I think the lady I live with is my friend, so that I am at the height of my ambition. You have often told me, there is a time of life, that every one wishes for some settlement of his own. I have frequently that feeling about me, but I fancy it will hardly ever be my lot; so that I will endeavour to pass away life as agreeably as I can, in the way I am. I often wish to be with you, or you with me; and I believe you think I say true. I am determined to write to you, though those dirty fellows of the postoffice do read my letters: for, since I saw you, I am grown of that consequence to be obnoxious to the men I despise; so that it is very probable in their hearts they think me an honest man. I have heard from Mr. Pope but once since I ​left London: I was sorry I saw him so seldom, but I had business, that kept me from him. I often wish we were together again. If you will not write, come. I am, dear sir, yours most sincerely and affectionately.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From John Gay to Jonathan Swift - 19

FROM MR. GAY.
MARCH 10, 1730-31.
I THINK it is above three months since I wrote to you, in partnership with the duchess. About a fortnight since I wrote to you from Twickenham, for Mr. Pope and myself. He was then disabled from writing, by a severe rheumatick pain in his arm; but is pretty well again, and at present in town. Lord Oxford, lord Bathurst, he, and I, dined together yesterday at Barnes, with old Jacob Tonson, where we drank your health. I am again, by the advice of physicians, grown a moderate wine drinker, after an abstinence of above two years; and now look upon myself as qualified for society as before.
I formerly sent you a state of the accounts between us. Lord Bathurst has this day paid me your principal and interest. The interest amounted to twelve pounds, and I want your directions how to dispose of the principal, which must lie dead, till I receive your orders. I had a scheme of buying two lottery tickets for you, and keeping your principal entire. And as all my good fortune is to come, to show you that I consult your advantage, I will buy two more for myself, and you and I will go halves in the ten thousand pounds. That there will be a lottery is certain: the scheme is not yet declared, but I hear it will not be the most advantageous one; for we are to have but three pounds per cent.
I solicit for no court favours, so that I propose to ​buy the tickets at the market price, when they come out, which will not be these two or three months. If you do not like to have your money thus disposed of; or if you like to trust to your own fortune rather than to share in mine, let me have your orders; and at the same time, tell me what I shall do with the principal sum.
I came to town the 7th of January last, with the duke and duchess, about business, for a fortnight. As it depended upon others, we could not get it done till now. Next week we return to Amesbury, in Wiltshire, for the rest of the year; but the best way is always to direct to me at the duke's, in Burlington gardens, near Piccadilly. I am ordered by the duchess to grow rich in the manner of sir John Cutler. I have nothing, at this present writing, but my frock that was made at Salisbury, and a bob periwig. I persuade myself that it is shilling weather as seldom as possible; and have found out, that there are few court visits that are worth a shilling. In short, I am very happy in my present independency. I envy no man; but have the due contempt of voluntary slaves of birth and fortune. I have such a spite against you, that I wish you may long for my company, as I do for yours. Though you never write to me, you cannot make me forget you; so that if it is out of friendship you write so seldom to me, it does not answer the purpose. Those who you like should remember you, do so whenever I see them. I believe they do it upon their own account; for I know few people who are solicitous to please or flatter me. The duchess sends you her compliments, and so would many more, if they knew of my writing to you.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From John Gay to Jonathan Swift - 12

FROM THE SAME.
THE last news I have heard of you, was from Mr. Lancelot, who was at this place with lord Sussex, who gave me hopes of seeing you the latter end of this summer. I wish you may keep that resolution, and take the Bath in your way to town. You, in all probability, will find here some, or most of those you like to see. Dr. Arbuthnot wrote to me to day from Tunbridge, where he is now for the recovery of his health, having had several relapses of a fever: he tells me that he is much better, and that in August he intends to come hither. Mr. Congreve and I often talk of you, and wish you health and every good thing; but often, out of self-interest, we wish you with us. In five or six days, I set out upon an excursion to Herefordshire, to lady Scudamore's, but shall return here the beginning of August. I wish you could meet me at Gutheridge. The Bath did not agree with lady Bolingbroke, and she went from here much worse than she came. Since she went to Dawley, by her own inclination, without the advice of physicians, she has taken to a milk diet, and she hath writ me an account of prodigious good effects both in the recovery of her appetite and spirits. The weather is extremely hot, the place is very empty, I have an inclination to study, but the heat makes it impossible. The duke of Bolton I hear has run away with Polly ​Peachum, having settled 400l. a year upon her during pleasure; and upon disagreement, 200l. a year. Mr. Pope is in a state of persecution for the Dunciad: I wish to be witness of his fortitude, but he writes but seldom. It would be a consolation to me to hear from you. I have heard but once from Mrs. Howard these three months, and I think but once from Pope. My portrait mezzotinto is published from Mr. Howard's painting; I wish I could contrive to send you one, but I fancy I could get a better impression at London. I have ten thousand things to talk to you, but few to write; yet defer writing to you no longer, knowing you interest yourself in every thing that concerns me so much, that I make you happy, as you will me, if you can tell me you are in good health; which I wish to hear every morning as soon as I awake. I am, dear sir, yours most affectionately.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From John Gay to Jonathan Swift - 11

FROM MR. GAY.
I HAVE been at the Bath about ten days, and I have played at no game but once, and that at backgammon with Mr. Lewis, who is very much your humble servant. He is here upon account of the ill state of health of his wife, who has as yet found very little benefit from the waters. Lord and lady Bolingbroke are here; I think she is better than when I came here: they stay, as I guess, only about a fortnight longer. They both desired me to make their compliments; as does Mr. Congreve, who is in a very ill state of health, but somewhat better since he came here. Mr. Lewis tells me, that he is promised to receive a hundred pounds upon your account at his return to London; he having (upon request) complied to stay for the payment till that time. The two hundred pounds you left with me ​are in the hands of lord Bathurst, together with some money of mine, all which he will repay at Midsummer, so that we must think of some other way of employing it; and I cannot resolve what to do. I do not know how long I shall stay here, because I am now, as I have been all my life, at the disposal of others. I drink the waters, and am in hopes to lay in a stock of health; some of which I wish to communicate to you. Dr. Delany told me you had been upon a journey, and I really fancy, taking horse is as good as taking the waters: I hope you have found benefit by it. The Beggar's Opera is acted here; but our Polly has got no fame, though the actors have got money. I have sent by Dr. Delany the opera, Polly Peachum and captain Macheath. I would have sent you my own head (which is now engraving to make up the gang,) but it is not yet finished. I suppose you must have heard that I have had the honour to have had a sermon preached against my works by a court chaplain, which I look upon as no small addition to my fame. Direct to me here when you write; and the sooner that is, the sooner you will make me happy.
* ↑ He died 19th January, 1728-9.
* ↑ Dr. Thomas Herring, then preacher to the society in Lincoln's Inn, and afterward archbishop of Canterbury. Dr. Swift, in the Intelligencer, No. III, published in Ireland, speaks with great asperity of Dr. Herring, on account of his sermon against the Beggar's Opera.
# The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 12/From John Gay to Jonathan Swift - 16

FROM MR. GAY.
I FIND you are determined not to write to me, according to our old stipulation. Had I not been every post for some time in expectation to have heard from you, I should have writ to you before, to have let you know the present state of your affairs, for I would not have you think me capable of neglecting yours, whatever you think of me as to my own. I have received 21l. 13s. 4d. interest from lord Bathurst for your 200l. from Oct. 1727 to Christmas 1729, being two years and two months, at 5 per cent. Lord Bathurst gave me a note for your 200l. again, and to allow interest for the same, dated Jan. 15, 1729-30. If you would have me dispose of your money any other way, I shall obey your orders. Let me know what I shall do with the interest money I have received. What I have done for you, I did for myself, which will be always the ​way of my transacting any thing for you. My old vamped play got me no money; for it had no success. I am going very soon into Wiltshire with the duke of Queensberry, with intention to stay there till the winter. Since I had that severe fit of sickness, I find my health requires it; for I cannot bear the town as I could formerly. I hope another summer's air, and exercise, will reinstate me. I continue to drink nothing but water, so that you cannot require any poetry from me. I have been very seldom abroad since I came to town, and not once at court. This is no restraint upon me, for I am grown old enough to wish for retirement. I saw Mr. Pope, a day or two ago, in good spirits, and with good wishes for you; for we always talk of you; the doctor does the same. I have left off all great folk but our own family, perhaps you will think all great folks little enough to leave off us, in our present situation. I do not hate the worlds but I laugh at it; for none but fools can be in earnest about a trifle. I am, dear sir, yours most affectionately.
Direct for me at the duchess of Queensberry's, in Burlington gardens.