HONIED PERSUASION.

“Terry O’Rourke, ’tis your presence that tazes me; Haven’t I towld you so often before? If you’ve the smallest regard for what plazes me, Never come prowlin’ round here any more. Why you persist in this game’s what amazes me; Didn’t I tell you I’d beaus be the score? There’s Rody Kearney would give twenty cows to me Any fine day that I’d let him be spouse to me.” “Biddy, asthore, an’ ’tis you that is hard on me, Whin ’tis me two wicked legs are to blame; Troth, I believe if you placed a strong guard on me, They’d wandher back to this spot all the same. Saving the gates of the prison are barr’d on me, You might as well try to keep moths from the flame, Ducks from the water, or bees from the flowers, As thim same legs from your door, be the powers! “Come now, me darlin’, ’tis no use to frown on me; Tho’ I’ve no cows, but two mules an’ a car, You wouldn’t know but I’d yet have the gown on me, Ringing the tunes of me tongue at the Bar. Whin I’ve won you, who despised and looked down on me, Shure ’tis meself that might come to be Czar. What are you smilin’ at? Give me the hand of you, I’ll make the purtiest bride in the land of you.” J. De Quincey (185-).