. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. ys, when duly sbakd in brines XXI. Now all is hushd, and with a look Dominie lays ope the learned page ; -/^ (So be it calld) althouLh he doth expoundWithout a book, both Greek and Latin sage JNow telleth he of Romes rude iniant Romulus was bred in savage wood,By wet-nurse wolf, devoid of rage ;And laid foundation-stone of wall? of waterd it, alas ! with warm fraternal blood* THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER. x67 XXII. Anon, he turns to that Homeric war,How Troy was sieged like Londonderry town ;And stout Achill
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. ys, when duly sbakd in brines XXI. Now all is hushd, and with a look Dominie lays ope the learned page ; -/^ (So be it calld) althouLh he doth expoundWithout a book, both Greek and Latin sage JNow telleth he of Romes rude iniant Romulus was bred in savage wood,By wet-nurse wolf, devoid of rage ;And laid foundation-stone of wall? of waterd it, alas ! with warm fraternal blood* THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER. x67 XXII. Anon, he turns to that Homeric war,How Troy was sieged like Londonderry town ;And stout Achilles at his jaunting-carDraggd mighty Hector with a bloody crown:And eke the bard that sung of their renown,In garb of Greece, most beggar-like and paints, with coUey, wandering up and down,Because, at once, in seven cities born,And so of parish rights was all his days forlorn. XXIII, Anon, thrpugh old mythology he goes,Of gods defunct, and all their pedigrees ;But shuns their scandalous amours, and showsHow Plato wise, and clear-eyed Socrates,. Oh, theres nothing h:df so sweet in life. Confessd not to those heathen hes and shes ;But through the clouds of the Olympic copel^eheld St Peter, with his holy keys,And ownd their love was naught, and bowd to Pope,Whilst all their purblind race in Pagan mist did grope ! XXIV. From such quaint themes he turns, at last, aside,To new philosophies, that still are green, 168 TBE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER. And shows what railroads have been trackd to guide The wheels of great political machine ; If English corn should go abroad, I ween,. And gold be made of gold, or paper sheet; How many pigs be born to each spalpeen ; And, ah ! how man shall thrive beyond his meat,—With twenty souls alive to one square sod of peat I XXV. Here he makes end ; and all the fry of youth, That stood around with serious look intense,Close up again their gaping eyes and they had opend to his eloquence,As if their hearing were a threefold now t
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