Star.
London, England, 1827-09-01 00:00:00

DUBLIN, AUGUST 28.

"There is no use in talking—it was a bad day for
Ireland that Sir Daniel Donnelly died. Bad lack to the
bit of good luck ever shone upon a paving-stone belong-
ing to it since. Even Donnylirook fair itself is not
Donnybrook fair ; and a man might now walk all the
dear days of his life before he would be kilt in the fair-
green of Donnybrook. Ochone! °chime! and is this
come to that r—" Are you going to go to the fair,
plase your Honour r said Jack Murphy to me ejacu-
lating the foregoing lament, as I passed by his bone-
setter of a jingle. " Why then bad luck to you, you
cauboge, sere it isn't wid the likes of you the jou-
deman wid go;" said Mick Casey, throwing a sig-
nificant leer at Jack—" Sure I often see a punier
face upon a beggarman's stick; and the jontleman
himself, long legs to his first child, is too handsome
and too genteel to be after goin wid you. Don't mind
him, Sur ; dey calls him frighten de horse,' he's so
ugly'!" " Oh; you're a nice man fora small fay patty;
says Jaek. " you're making a regular Judy iv } cerself.—
Sure, dila, if he goes wid me itself, its better for him den
to be aftker going wid you in your damnable ould rat-
trap thaethe man went to be hanged in to Newmarket;
and sure, tou bosthoon, if I'm ugly myself, and the
girls don't say so--(said Jack, squinting at a pretty little
girl from the Liberties, that was one passenger upon his
vehicle)—tore I need'at fwip the horse; for if I lek at
him h'll nit into a handgallop I" This last cut was too'
much for Mick, and away we set. _

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" Who e'er had the lock to see Donnybrook fair ?
La Tristan/a all In his glory la them,
With hls sprig of shillala and shamrock so ,teen I"
"Is my knees peening you, Miss ?" says Mr. O'Grady,
the green-grocer from Cuffe-stteet, to Miss Flaherty,
from the Coombe. "Oh, by no manes, Sir." responded
. Miss F. 4' Oh, Lord, Sir, your elbow hurled me in that
joult," roared out Mrs. Casey to Mr. Wiggins, the " orse
debut," as he called himself, from Yorkshire. " Oi did'nt
mean, ye zee, to hors ye,Ma'am,"apologised Mr. Wiggins.
"No offince, Sir—l didn't know you were a foreigner till
you began to spake the bad Inglish. Myself thought you
were one of these mob-quality half Site that comes down
here to quiz the common people, d—n their impudence!"
added Mrs, C. " Were you ever at Donnybrook before,
Sir?" continued Mrs. F. 6' Naw, I was never in this
here coontry afore I" "Oh, then," rejoined Mrs. C. " ye
come at a fine time, fur the fair is going an ?" " Arrah
boy, look at the Peelers," says Jack Murphy-41 arrah,
look what a divil of a row they're kicking up to keep
the pace. Look at the fellow on the bay horse taking
the botrie of sr hishky from Darby Shaughnessy, to let
him go into the fair ground. Oh then, machree, that's
the way that kissing goes by favour!" "Slop, stop,
jontilmen, I'm plain Grady from Bray; come in and
take a bit of spoken, and moisten yir gob; I've the
finest fiddler in the fair, and whisky that the bade will
stay upon for a month a* Sundays. My mother nursed
the Lord Mayor, and I lets in none but the quality.,
Come in, ladies and jontilmen, and knock the rbeu-1
matiz out iv yet heels I" " Put a wbisp in the calf's I
mouth. Shut yer flytrap, and keep yer bread-basket
warm," tittered our driver as lie drove off, leaving plain
Brady in a horrible rage. Here we are in the fair—
the region of fun, whisky, broken heads, ginger-bread,
toys, " merry-go-ups,, rattles, battles, wattles, and love.
" 0, Lisdiesr • says Mrs. Mooney, •' will you step in
and rosin your bow—there's beautiful music entirely—
listen to it—he's a fine singer."

And the bees perfuming the ground vrid musk,
AU saris to heighten sweet C.astiehyde.
Chotus! cbornsr soared out fifty voices.
And the throw and salmon s playin bag•gamman—
s' Nol no! begin it again."
Aod she lives voutsgleus to Bandon town!

" Long life to you, Jack Casey! and that you may
. sever die in chtldbed! Here, knock the froth off is
this quart. Another song. Come now, begin. Arrah,
now,-sion't be tired."

As I walked forth on a nmtner's morning,
To view the lovely bespangled plains,
With feathered songsters the cuckoo ranging,
Pions shrilling notes with each cheerful strain;
In Wicklow county, dear richest mountains,
My fantastic notes for to fulfil,
When I beheld a sweet situation,
That lies contagious to births HUI.
With vales a winding, and turpentining,
A snobbery that bates out Troy,
Sweet Kinptown is that lovely arbour,
And here's long life to Sergeant Joy!
Walk in, Ladies and Gentlemen, and see Miss Smith,
tithe Royal Amphitatray of London—here is beside.
Ibis most accomplished performer, a grand marine
boa conuricture, together, besides, and with the ad-
dition of likewise a species, kind, and genus of fish
that is caught, pickled and preserved, ready for
poting, in the river Lebanon, in Syria!"—" Here's
stick in the loop and the sporting Jenny—l'm a roving
lass from the county o' Longford. and travelled up
here on fcot to scatter good luck!'—" The perform-
ance is going to begin. The royal pantheon from
the S:ock of Exchange in London 1"—" Look to the
right and then you'll see Bonapparty on board the
Belly.ruffian—look at Captain Maitland—"—" Which
is the Captain, Sir, the man in the yellow breeches
or the Gentleman in the white?"—" Which you please,
my dear ?"•••" Pinnini caw ka, pion; cawka three
whole hs'peny cakes here going for one penny*—
" Boys," says Jack Casey, " is Lord Manners here r
—" Arrali, you fool, you're sure he's gone r
Wisha then, myself is sorry for that, be and Mr. Le
froy dined in Billy Connor's tint last year, and myself
thought I'd split wid the laughing when I see the pair
in them dancing 'ablow in the tint—that they May
never know misfortune either of them. Her Ladyship
give myself half-a-crown whin I brought his Lordship
borne at night!"—" Aresh, now you'r jokin," says
Jack, " Sargent Lelroy isn't a man at all for that,
whatever his Lordship was!"—" Come, my neighbours,
try a revolution in my newly improved and peripatetic
merry-go round—here, Billy. fasten this Lady's pet-
ticoats, that the colours of her garters should not be
seen!"—" Hurrah! hurrah] hurrahs here's a beau-
tiful fight—make haste, make haste—look. Sir, the
poor gcutiernari from Yorkshire is dead drunk, for he
tell in love with the whisky—take him wid you, Str,
for he a stranger in the place; or bould the horse for
one, for I promsed a gossip of mine to be here to fight
for him this evening. Just leave my horse at Divine's,
in Poolby-street, and I'll get him in the morning.'
This was a terrible long speech for Jack Casey to
mak* under the circumstances, bat Jack is a well-mean-
ing fellow. Off Jack ran, as if the d—l was at his heels.
Is.sw the affray thickening. and I observed symptoms
of a pugnacious disposition in Mr. Wigginsi• who as-
sured me it was the .. foinest country he ever seed ;" and
I. therefore, drove off as quickly as I could, and got into
town " time enough to go to bed by mindle•light ?