some relics of the lore of better days, so, in the schools and religious establishments of the continent, her sons still continued to retain all their former superiority, and among the dwarf intellects of that time, towered as giants. In England, where, since the death of her great Alfred, both sacred and literary knowledge had sunk to so low an ebb, that at length no priest could be found capable of writing or translating a Latin letter, the Irish were, in this century, the means of restoring some taste for liberal studies. With that devotion to the cause of religion and instruction which had become in this people (as an author of those times expresses it), a second nature, a number of Irishmen, described as conversant with every department of knowledge, secular as well sacred, retired some time before the year 940 to Glastonbury. This monastery had already been long distinguished as a favourite retreat of their countrymen; and, within its walls, so great was the reverence felt for their patron saint, that from an early period, the establishment had been called Glastonbury of St. Patrick.' From the Irish who fixed themselves there in this century, the Abbot St. Dunstan chiefly received his education, and while he imbibed, as we are told, under their discipline, the very marrow of scriptural learning, they also instructed him in the science of arithmetic, geometry, and astronomy, in all of which they were, it is intimated, more deeply skilled than in the refined niceties of classical literature. With a taste too highly characteristic of their country, they succeeded in awakening in their pupil so strong a love and talent for music, that it was in after life his frequent practice, when worn with business or study, to fly for refreshment to the soothing sounds of his harp' " MOORE'S HUMOROUS AND SATIRICAL POEMS. To do justice to the brilliant and witty produc tions with which the exhaustless pen of Moore has enriched our satirical literature, would be a task demanding space equal at least to all this volume. We have not dealt with these works separately, but have deferred their consideration in order to group them together, and we find that we can only devote a small space to their consideration. For nearly forty years Moore, either in volumes or in "occasional lines," lashed with unspanewspaper ring pen the enemies of religious and civil freedom. In the "Twopenny Post-bag" the vices of the Prince Regent, and the meanness of his flatterers, are well pourtrayed. In the "Fudge Family in Paris" we have a trenchant castigation of the foreign policy of Lord Castlereagh. In the "Fudge Family in England," the disinterested gentlemen, known later as the "Exeter Hall School," are well shown up. The "Fables of the Holy Alliance contain several caustic passages. In the last edition of Moore's works will also be found a large number of poems, some serious and some humorous, which appeared from time to time in the public newspapers. Moore was admittedly the most witty writer of the day, and his wit was always directed against the enemies of liberty. Our reader must go to the works we have named above for full confirmation of this opinion, for we can only indulge him with a very few of Moore's productions in this line. THE SPIRIT OF MISCHIEF. (Lord St-nl-y's first attempt in Verse.) How various are the inspirations But, neat as are old L-nd-st's doings- I'd show you mischief prettier still; The urchin's freaks, the veteran's gall, Yes, Mischief, goddess multiform, A way they call the Stanley fashion, The Stamp of Stanley's brazen front. Ireland, we're told, means land of Ire; The whiff of coming devilment, Again thou'lt see, when forth hath gone The war-church cry, "On, Stanley, on!" How Caravats and Shanavests Shall swarm from out their mountain nests, Shall Rockites and Right Reverends reign; And so long life to Church and Co. MISS FUDGE'S LAMENT ON THE ERRORS OF Just in time for the post, dear, and monstrously busy 'Twixt heaven and earth, I scarce know what to do. First, I've been to see all the gay fashions from town, Which our favourite Miss Gimp for the spring has had down. Sleeves still worn (which I think is wise) à la folle, Charming hats, pou de soie-though the shape rather droll. So much for the blessings, the comforts of spirit Though ordained (God knows why!) to be one of th But now for the picture's reverse. You remember That footman and cookmaid I hired last December; He a Baptist Particular-she of some sect Not particular, I fancy, in any respect; But desirous, poor thing, to be fed with the Word, Well, my dear, of all men, that Particular Baptist |