Star.
London, England, 1829-10-20 00:00:00

THE MILREAS.

The Mtireas came—the Milreas went—
But where the devil dtd they go?
The Dm suspecting they were sent,
Vows by his" Truth" be does not know.
But there be wags who say he swore
By wtoonshine.—while 'tie shrewdly viewed.
They went—where cash has gone before—
The road of the Mauritius' chest!!!

THE LA.S'r OF THE GOTHS,

OR THE
DICTATOR'S LEVEE.

No. I.

Sense : A large gloomy apartment in Downing-street ; a map of
the world looking very black, wantonly torn and die.
figured in various places, over the chimney—on which
the Cousmononat. Countries of Europe are marked with
ominous red crosses ; the pictures of Hampden, Sydney,
and Marlborough, obscured by dust, lie in a corner with
their faces to the wall ; while the portraits of Cms atm I I.
in the latter years of his reign, JAMES 11, the Pore, Mar-
TIZNICiI and Judge J aerate*, are pompowly suspended in
frames richly carved and gilded. On a table, amongst •
multitude of mysterious looking papers, dated from Mont.
rouge and Vienna, lie a Russian knout, and a double.
edged sword, newly sharpened. The History of the Bri-
tish Constitution, thrown on the back of the fire,is slowly
consuming ; while an odd volume of Mackaael, sadly
thumbed, and a ►ook of martial law, splendidly bound,
lie open oa the table ; upon which tests an admirable mi-
niature of OLIVCR Caostwacc. Divers architectural
models and drawings, with empty canvas money-bags,
apparently of Russian texture, are strewed about the
room. A little pale imperious looking man, with an
aristocratic nose, seeming as if it crowed over the infe-
riority of an insolently-projecting opposition chin, paces
to and fro on a pair of sorry supports, not overburthened,
however, with the carcase they carry. His eyes, through
which a proud soul peers insolently out, are flashing with
testy ardour. This extraordinary personage, more like
a Hero than an Asa—more like a Legislator than a
kangaroo—suddenly stops, and seizing up CIIO34WILL'S
picture, gazes wistfully on it for a time, and thus ex-

claims

How the devil did be do it ? Were men different in bis days—
or am I but a Satyr to Hyperion? When he would climb, the
people lent their backs ; when be encroached, they cowred them
down and yielded. But I may not o'erstep one single inch but
straight a clamour peals about my ears to terrify me back. Time
trudges on apace, and my weak taper, to the socket burned, will
never light me through. Then, let me reap a harvest while I tan.
The people are but sheep—doomed to be driven ; and I must tura
their mutton to account. Society grows fearfully awake ; but I
must bung its eyes theta after me bequeath a long dark night.
[Enter, UM:MR-SIM arra AT.
lisctT : —My Lord !
GO= : (aside) Why not my Majesty ! '

Sky:—My Lord!
Gov't : What would ye, varlet ?

Sacrr :—A Gentleman waits by appointment.

Gots' :—Wbo la the scoundrel ?

Sam :—Sle Livaitscs 0' La►ar.

Garr :—(aside) That smells of Irish.—(aload) I will not see the
dolt.
Sam :—He is a protégé of Frassimus, the Bishop of Ilermo-

Gem t—(devoutty crossing himself) Ah ! that indeed !—then
spew the ►tranger in.
(Eiger Sir L. O'Lsaar, with confidence.
Gnat—De seated, Sir.—

O'L :—'Faltb. an' I will that same, sure. (.im).
Gm :—(Retiring with indignation to the window. Aside)—
presumptuous serf!—(aloud, over his shoulder)—You
can explain your business, Sir!—we bear you.
O'L :—Och!—then--you shall hear rason. You must know—
Gout :—I know every thing.

O'L :—ln that case, Muni I need not dU you, dint I'm a big
landhoulder of dhe dear emerald sod,—blissed wid died
a fudhing of riot this many a day—smoddered lane
dead with taus—bullied by Orangemen,--adinonish'd by
dhe Papists.—boddered by dice association.—dragooned
by die Poleece.—and dhreetined by dhe Boys, and
Taaav Ace, who scarce have left a dhroat to the
O'Leary.; and those that remain have clone forgut dheir
swallow. We dhought to dine on one another, sure,
when I lift home!
Gnu :—Be brief—and to the point.
O'L. :—Dhe priest, in this quandary. tuold us to turn our beaus to
France—for dhere salvation lay : so wid a batch of pupils
for dhe College, I took my lave for Paris—charged with
a litter for Sad Faaseuroos, who said when I arrived,
O'Cormu. costs so much he could do nothing wid me—
ths' food and work enough would offer winter next, and
dot awe to your Lordship in a stamer. He hinted, too,
that you, the Pore, blarraasucA, and himself, had Ire-
land's good at heart; and you would serve all whom they

Goan :—Have I not made you free ?
O'L.: —Aye—free to btarve or bang. But then, my Lord, we'd

rather thrive and eat.
Goss :—Uograteful nation! Nothing can content you. This,
after all which I have done—Great Heavens ! (To O'L.)
Have you a conscience ?
O'L. : —'Ti. at your service, Sir.
Goss :—Well answered, faith !—Are you a friend to trade ?
01.. :—I hate the very name—it sounds so English.
Gout :—Good. Are you a schola►?
0.14. : —Our priests say ' learning is a dangerous thing"—corrup-
tints to the mind : I hate a student, and abhor a book.
Go7ll.—Better and better still Are you a weeper of the people's

wrong'?
O'L.—Feed but O'Lzaav—and the divil burn them.
Gorr.—A worthy man !—l'll make you, Sir, a Magistrate.
O'L. (falling gladly in his knees)-oh—Oh !
Goris.—Protected and:well paid, go home, Sir, straight, and watch
the public good. Your private orders you shall have below.
O'L. (Spitting in his hand, and brandishing his shelalah)—Och ! I
am yours, till death—trust to O'Lluasy.
Ent in transport.