Chorus.—­Ye may talk of J. McCARTHY, &c.

  To it feet and fists they wint,
  As though foighting agin rint,
    Says the Sassenach, “By golly, I’m perplext;
  For when pathriots, don’t ye see,
  Foight like schoolboys on a spree,
    Why, ye niver know what they’ll be up to next. 
  There seems little to be said;
  Let each break the other’s head: 
    I’ll mix no more in pathriot affairs. 
  Ere that paper shall appear,
  Many an Oirish head and ear
    Must be ‘closed for alterations and repairs.’”

  Chorus.—­Ye may talk of J. McCARTHY, &c.

  “If to help poor PAT you’d try,
  Or would raise the Home Rule cry,
    And change the Constitution—­just for fun;
  There’s one thing ye’ve got to do,—­
  Just prepare for Phillaloo,
    For the PATS will raise it—­every mother’s son. 
  It may be very fine,
  PAT’s no enemy of mine,
    But, as I think, ye’ll aisily suppose,
  Whatever line we take
  Peace is mighty hard to make,
    When ‘United Ireland’ punches its own nose!”

    Chorus.

    Ye may talk about McCARTHY,
    As a pathriot pure and hearthy,
    For to lead the Home-Rule Parthy;
      And to keep the Liberals thrue. 
    But it’s anything but aisy
    (Ask DICK POWER and Misther DEASY)
          To rule the Pats
          (Those fighting cats)
      Widout a Phillaloo!

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A STUDY FROM THE LIFE.

(PROPHETICALLY COMMUNICATED BY AN INTERVIEWER OF THE FUTURE.)

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Having to describe the person and abode of the Poet PODGERS, I cannot do better than jot down in my note-book what I know about those objects on my road to the abode of genius—­otherwise, 126, Bolingbroke Square, South Belgravia.  That useful work, Men of the Time, tells me that the Poet was educated at Westminster and Christ Church—­facts that in themselves suggest a column of copy about Football at Vincent Square, the mysteries of Seniors, Juniors, and Second Election, and the glories and humours of Tom’s Quad.  Not much trouble about that.  So far, plain sailing.  Bolingbroke Square, too, helps one along.  Historical reminiscences, Pimlico in time of Romans, ditto Normans, ditto when ELIZABETH was Queen.  All this can be worked up comfortably and conveniently in the Reading Room of the British Museum.  Then the PODGERS’ family history should give a good third.  Father made a fortune in blacking, so daresay he recollects his grandfather.  No doubt latter settled in London with the employment of junior office-sweeper, and the capital of an eleemosynary half-crown.  Need not trouble about the Heraldic Visitations, or the coat and crest.  Keep those items for an interview characterised more by “blood” than “brains.”  Suppose he has received presentation copies of works of poetical rivals.