The Sun.
London, England, 1833-02-23 00:00:00

From recent field of Peterloo.

Ist W.—Good, Sisters, good ! a potent spell
As ever came through gates of H—.

2d W.—This, softened by Eldonic tears,
Sublimed from out the crimes of years,
A lump from Londonderry's brain
To make the folly pure and vain.
3d W.—(Our greatest trouble to obtain.)
2d W.—Mixed with juice that creeping strains
Through M 's false and freezing veins.
3d W.—And I, being hid within the porch,
Stole fire from Irish parish church.
(How it came, I canno. tell,
For Parson, Clerk, nor book, nor bell,
Had waked the echoes of the place
In memory of the present race.)
Placed it, the caldron well beneath,
And fanned with Orange Parsons' breath.
2d W.—When the mixture 'gan to heat,
'Twas cooled with blood of Ninety.eight.
It hissed and seethed to overflow,
Half quenched the fire that burn'd below.
3d W.—And yet this last I well supplied
With bones of kine and sheep that died,
And beds and clothes, the cause of sighs,
When seized for Christian pastors' tithes.
Ist W.—Was this all?
2d W.—No, not all.
3d W.—For then we made a ladle meet

To stir the porridge bitter-sweet.
Ist W.— What was it ?
2,1 W.—The handle of an Irish scourge,
The lashes thick with blood and slime,
Which of yore was wont to urge

The wretched serf to own a crime.
This, to a pitch cap (1), black and gory,
So common in Hibernian story,
We soon attached and stirred the barro,
Until the scalp within was warm,
And melting mingled with the charm.
3d W.—And now we danced with fiendish laugh
Round the caldron with our staff,
Muttering incantations strong,
And throwing scraps the broth among.
241 W.—The Conqueror William's curfew bell

Hardened in the fire of H—.

:Id W.—The Statute of Kilkenny came, (2)

I shoved it in to feed the flame.
2d W.—" Black Tom" (3) Wentworth's gouty toe.
3d W.—And Mountnorris' tale of woe.
2,1 W.—A silver lock of Desmond's hair,

With clotted blood and brains, was there.
:Id W.—A slip of Limerick's broken faith,

Kindled well the fire beneath ;
Scraps of Church cess, tithes, and fees.
al W.—Fingers long of absentees.
3d W.—Whiteboy, Insurrection Acts,
A green bag of undoubted facts.
‘2d W.—The stomach of a royal porpoise.
3d W.—Broken Acts of " Habeas Corpus."
3d W.—These agonizing sighs and trouble
Made the Hell broth boil and bubble,
And, fearing it might prove too thin,
We tumbled head of C— in.
And as round and round we stirred
Heart of Clare and Beresford (4)
Turned the porridge black and curd.
:k1 W.—Rank ingredients, thick and hot,
We poured within the charmed pot,
Screaming loud at each gyration,
Agitation, agitation !
Both—Then began our incantation—
By all the curses which of yore
Erin had from Britain's shore,
By six hundred years of pain,
Saxon tyranny and gain—
By the legal murders done
From day-light to the setting sun,
• By the famished babes and mothers,
Ravish'd sisters, murder'd brothers.
By the Irish throats that bled
Under C— 'sreign of lead—
By the screams of those that lay
Under torturing Castlereagh—
By the pitch-cap and triangle
That in the Castle-yard did mangle
Wretches to confess their sin,

While tyrants howled with murd'rous din,
And danced around their agonies
1. The pitch caps and triangles of Dublin Castle were well
known in 1798, and perhaps are not yet forgotten.
2 By the " Statute of Kilkenny" it was declared penal to allow
an Irish horse to graze on the pasture of a liege subject !
3. The tyrannical deeds of " Black Tom," are still spoken of
with execration by the peasantry in some parts of Ireland.
4. John Claudius Beresford's riding house made a conspicuous
figure in the annals of 98,

With shouts and martial symphonlft--
By the blazing hamlets' light,
By the half.hang'd wretches' fright,
By the millions' starving roar,
Echoing through old Galway's shore;
By a nation's cry for bread
Answer'd with bayonets and lead,
By Irish wrongs, and woes and death (5)
Too numerous for our mortal breath,
Appear, Appear, Appear !
3d W.—The charm now work'd, and boil'd, and bubbled,

Until the caldron shook and doubled
Ist W.—What came?
‘..'d W.—A clear, a bright, a searching flame.
Slowly it changed to human form,
Dispersed the smoke, dispelled the storm,
And said in mournful accents clear,
" Behold the Agitator here 1"
Both.—Then we knew our work was done,
And round about the caldron run
In wildest dance, and h--h fun,
And mounted on our brooms so fleet

And flew away to Downing-street. Exeunt, Omnes.

5. 1641, In:the Orders from the Lords Justices (Parsons and
Borlase) to Lord Ormond were to'" kill and destroy rebels, and
their adherents and relievers," arid " to burn, waste, consume,
and demolish, all the places, towns, and houses, where they had
been relieved and harboured, with all the corn and hay there;
and also to kill and destroy all the male inhabitants capable of
hearing arms !" Dr. Borlase, who wrote the history of these
transactions, professed to vindicate the character of his near re-
lative, the Lord Justice, boasts, that Sir w. Cole's regiment
killed 2,500 rebels in several engagements, and adds with horrid
complacency, "there were starved and famished of the vulgar
sort,whose goods were seized on by this regiment, seven thousand!"
—Vide Taylor's History of the Civil Wars of Ireland.