The British Press; or, Morning Literary Advertiser.
London, England, 1821-10-01 00:00:00

POETRY.
SONG I. BY T. CAMPBI

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(From" The New No ahly Magaidee—New Series."]

Ti.. brave Rohind l—tho beam Rolsed!—
Fulse sidinp roseled the Rhenish strand
Thai hooked fall'. in Rght ;
And thy faithful bosom 'wooled with psi.,
0 loveliest amide of Alleasaywes
For the loss of thioe ow. true knight.
But why so rash has she teen IM veil,
In you Noonenwerder's cloisters pale
For her vow bad scarce been sworn,
Rad the fatal muffle o'er her a wog,

When the Draeberafells to a trumpet rang--
'l'was her own dear warrior's kora.
Woe, sot! each heart shall bleed, shall break!
Sbt would have hung upon his neck,
Had he came bat ye.ter.eveo;
And he had claap'd those peerless charms
That shall never, Serer 611 his arm•,
Or meet him but in heaves.
Yet Roland the brave, Roland the true,'
He could not bid that spot adieu;
le was dear, still mid►t his woes;
Fur he loved to breathe the neightirieg air,
And to think she blest his in her pray'r,
When the Hallelujah rose.
There's yet one window of that pH*,
Which he built above the nun's grew isle,
Thence sad and oft h,ok'd he,
(When the chant and organ sounded stow)
On t►e mansion of his love below,
Fur herself he might not see.
She died sought the battle-plain;
Her intsge his dying brain,
When he fell, and winded to fall :
And her name was in his latest sigh,
When Roland, the Auwer of chivalry,
Expired at Riincevall.

• The tradition which forms the sobs t . f them •taazv
is still preserved in Germany. An ancient lower on • height,
ended the Rolandseck, a Cyr miles above Bunn nu Hie
Rhine, is ;hewn as the habitation which Roland built is
wick of a nunnery, into which hi. mistress had retired on
having heard an oefuunded accetst of his death. Whatever
may be thrombi of the credibility of the legend, its scenery
must ►eseeollected with pleasure by every one who has ever
visited the romantic landscape of the Drachnifells the
Ru-
Isutlacckr and the beautiful adjacent istet of the Rhine,
where a nunnery still stands.

[From '• 77as Dublin Mail; or, Intercepted
Corresposidence."]
LETTER XL

DORM TEM MOST ILLINITNIOUS AUR rummy, 1110RAIICH.
DIAL &CONNOR°, TER THUS AND LINBAL
Of IRA or IRELAND, RING 07 °ISTRIA ♦ND
CONNAUGHT, &e. &C. &t. TO O THE N,
Of 111:0, GRIST/ND.
Killoacklutly Palace, Balisagar.

Biototit,
We send thee peace with right good will,
By our sole fili•ister, Tg•oun Cou.olistu..;
Who bears our fall commands to freely treat
On ore greet matter which concerns your slate.
We have a granst.dungliter, in whose black eye
Lives royal fire—(we wish it not to die);
We have a grand-daughter, whose plump red cheek
AuJ breast cau speak much more than we can speak.
You're now, my brother, left without an heir,
Sound sixty, amorous, and a widower ;
End then our country's long unhappy strife,
Aid take my Kockineetolelka fur a wife.
Wini's trite Hibernian blond, and fl-sh, and bone—
Lao spring she weigh'] just three-an J-twenty stone;
And as you rate the value of the fair
As butchers bullock*, by the size they are,
Yrnill find her far surpass all other dames,
The R--D-Da, F.TIII-111111, C.•-•• 4111.71111.
Oh! she's the Guest finest maid alive,
The very age yon like too—forty fire !
Take then this offer of her mighty charms—
Unite the G—rus and Coition, in her arms;
Bury slit hundred years of discord there,
And give my Noekmaelowthie hopes an heir ;
Whose power shall keep your radicals in awe,
Aod teach them how to honour regal law.

I send with COI.LUNKILL for your good eye
The last six yards of my genealogy,
Which takes op to the flood—tie other nine
Were burnt at the battle of the Boyne;
Which, had you sees, you could have traced me on
To Hung nos, la, and Mangos/ ?-
Boit oat word more—and, Oh ! math what I say—
A marriage with mg lines she only way
All jetting parties tonne point to bring,
And make ■ proper Anglo /risk Ciao.
NIAL O'CONNOR, fey.

• This personage now lives in the western part of Ireland.
teal Loughrea. lie is about eighty years of age, a all noLde-
looking Atom and dresaes in a scarlet 'oh,, which lie 'brown
11111.4/6.lbin shoulder like the Roman logs. Ile lire. the life of
hermit, nor r .peak ti, any lorsoli but hi.
431811 linnets. r. i• not permitted to 0.41 at the same
table with I . Ile has iii hit •periment a mug list of hie
genealogy, in w h•ili he pe.ives hit right to the Irish throne,
:end has in hie possession a ern•n, whirls he say. Its. last
King of Connaught wore, and which by right descended to
him. He goes to church every Smola, lit state ; that in, with
a pees*a holding up hiatrain, a staff in his band, and follow-
ed by hie grand-daughter, who is an iiiterrstiss; gii I, 81111 of
whop' be is eatrernely fond Thefulluwwe anerslate will
strongly shin, the character of this cairaorilionly
:—A young Irish oftieer, who had rstororil irons Spain
with the lose of an arm, was desirous so hivome artgimiated
with" hi. Majelly," and politely accosted bins in one of him
stalks. The Ilmearch," un learning that Ire was an linker
to lilt Dillish service, mewed a swine, look, and lard rn
hem, " Young man, yon have acquitted yourself no doubt
with honour and courage, hat pot Arne wired lA. stranger !
Gu—farewell!" and moonily left him.
7hree toothless!, Scythiaos, e. ho 14.1 (wand Ireland.

Mr. FAWKES, of Farulry Ilnll, has now lying eff
Seartno% v molt yacht, lammed and
elpigived in the first sqle.

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