The Sun.
London, England, 1830-03-01 00:00:00

FRASER'S AIAGAZINE.

The Editor of this Magazine promised in his
first number, if we remember rightly, that his
second should be glorious, his third miraculous,
and his fourth perfection, if not something bet-
ter. Now we cannot find any traces of superla-
tive ability in the present number; it is clever,
very clever, but so is every sixth man one meets
now-a-days--so is every other number of Black-
wood's Magazine, or ocany other Magazine,
Review, or Journal, weekly, monthly, quarterly
annual, or otherwise. The best article in the
number is decidedly the one on Byron, in which
a spirited, but somewhat harsh estimate, is
formed of the poet's private character, while an
ample and eloquent meed of justice is rendered
to his poetic abilities. When, however, the
writer prefers Manfred to Satan (we mean Mil-
ton's, of course), we cannot but think that there

is something of affectation or insincerity in his
praise. " Poetry of the Magyars" is a review in

imitation of Prolessor Wilson's rambling style of
criticism—half serious, half sarcastic, an amusing
medley of broad humour, and acute criticism—
in Blackwood. Its eloquence, however, as also
its powers of discrimination, are inferior to the
Professor's ; though in a certain broad vulgar
humour, akin to buflbonery, it is greatly supe-
rior. We subjoin an instance of this extrava-
gant spirit of facetiousness : it is an anecdote in-
vented respecting Moore, the poet, the idea of
which is excessively humorous, and worthy of
Peter Pindar. The writer must have been far
advanced in potheen when he wrote it ; we
should like to have seen his MSS.,—it must be
a ricketty curiosity :

"The only time Tommy Moore pleased us was when,
after quaffing sixteen glasses of gin and water, he
sung the ' Adventures of Paddy Holloway' as many times.
(Gentle reader, you may conceive in what a condition the
wee bit monster must have been.) We remember laugh-
ing till our sides were ready to split. He was us drunk as
an owl in an ivy-bush when he first volunteered to sing.
James Mackintosh was there, and he. tipped us the wink:

the party was drunk, and the national bard of Erin struck
up in fine style ' Paddy Holloway.' When he ended, ap-
plause followed ; and when that ceased; the shrimp of
a fellow again perked himself up in his chair, and volun-
teered another song. We had had enough of his cater-
wauling, and wanted to drink our liquor in quietness ; but
Jem Mackintosh tipped us another wink, and the
remonstrance on the tip of our tongue retired and
laid down behind the Epco; 0,1;or.-c.e'v like a growling. Cer-
berus. God bless your noble hearts !' drawled out the
bit of a man, with a lisp, a slow stutter, and a drunken
laugh,—' God Lim your noble and worthy hearts !' I can
sing: who says I can't? Botheration to those who do !
But, Lord love ye ! that isn't my best song—though I
sink that very well—Hi ! ha ! ha! hi! hi ! I have a
hundred others, as you know, and good ones too, for I
write 'em all with this identical little fist of mine. But
did you "ever hear me sing Paddy Holloway ?'--a devilish
good song : I do it better than any other, and I—sing
devilish well, though I say it, that phouldn't—Otal bless
us all r —and he struck up again Paddy Holloway !'
" The same thing was repeated after each tumbler; of
which there being sixteen, ' Paddy Holloway' was re-
peated sixteen times by the national bard of Erin—' upon
our veracity.'
"Perhaps, our delectable reader, thou wouldat fain
know something of this most pleasant ditty. Thou shalt
have every word of it, fur it demonstrates the folly of fight-
ing duels, metaphysically considered. Matters of duelling
have been rife, of late, in this our land, in consequence of
the example shown by our thrice-llorious first Lord of the
Treasury, immortal Wellington ; seconded, as that ex-
ample was, by the efforts of Sir Skipjack Sugden and our
own: dear Tom Tough of ultra Tories, Sir Charles
Wetherell. Here, our worthy gentleman or lady, is the
song. It was given us by pigmy Moore himself, after his
sixteenth tumbler as aforesaid For when he had warbled
it sixteen 'times, without being conscious that he was giv-
it more than once, we all burst out into a horse-laugh at
the drollery of the circumstance ; and the little hero began
to wax wrathful, and to splutter like a fish in a frying-pan,
or a roasting chestnut. We appeased him by protesting
that we bad just heard him 'for the first time, and that it
was the choicest of earthly melodies. Thomas/grinned like a
green-tailed monkey, and insisted on giving each of the
company a copy of the song. He called for pen, ink, and
paper, and began scribbling odd, queerish figures, which
were afterwards found to be meant fur old English. He
had, however, only time to transcribe it once (we are
the owner of that precious holograph), when away slipped
the chair from under him, and whack he came on the floor.
PADDY HOLLOWAY.
0! what a big nose had the brave Captain Norogan!
Paddy Holloway he pulled it, until he made it snore again.
Whack. fol de riddle!

Shoot him through the middle;
Whack ! fol de riddle, well..a.day-1
Whack ! fol de riddle!
Shoot him through the middle,
Kill Paddy Holloway !
Let us meet by the:duck-pond,' said the brave Captain Norogan ;
Paddy Holloway shall smoke for it—he never shall snore again.'
Whack ! fol de riddle ! &c.
So tley chose me for their second, which was odd, I think, in
troth, of 'ern ;
For t.e who's second man to two men is no more than third man
to the both of 'em.

Whack ! fol de riddle! &c.
So the Captain he fired first, but his was not a lucky shot;
Paddy Holloway he fired afterward, and a most beautiful duck
he shot.

Whack! fol de riddle! &c.
Aud then 'twas 1 that forward came, and said, Come let us
shake it up ;
For, after all, what i, a duel hut fire a couple of shots, and then
join fists, and make it up?' •
W lock ; fol de riddle!
Igo more shooting through the middle.
Whack ! fol de riddle, well-a,day !
Whack! fol de riddle !
A bowl of punch, you diva,—
Get drunk with Paddy Holloway !' "

Sir CHARLES WETtrERxr,L, we understand,
has been appointed Counsel to the University of Oxford,
vacant by the elevation of Ur. Serjeant BOSA NQU ET to the
Bench.

The state of trade in the manufacturing vii-
14gcs of Ileckmondwike, Mirfiehi, C'leekheaton, High-
town, Littletown, sirstai, and Pstley, continues very bad,
and has even changed for the worse within the last three
weeks. Great numbers of the poor weavers are nearly
unemployed, and consequently the pres.ure upon the town-
whips for parochial relief is severely felt. In Dewsbury
the state of things is mob better, the long-continued
Severe weather having given curisiderable impulse to the
blanket trade. If people live in these chilly days and
nights, they must have blankets, if they have little else....
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