Bright is the sparkling azure of her eyes!
Soft o'er her neck her lovely tresses flow!
Warm in her praise the tongues of rapture glow!

Here is the voice--tun'd by harmonious love,
Soft as the songs that warble through the grove!
Oh! sweeter joys her converse can impart!
Sweet to the sense, and grateful to the heart!

Gay pleasures dance where'er her footsteps bend,
And smiles and rapture round the fair attend:
Wit forms her speech, and wisdom fills her mind,
And sight and soul in her their object find.

Her pearly teeth, in beauteous order plac'd;
Her neck with bright, and curling tresses grac'd.
But ah, so fair!--in wit and charms supreme,
Unequal song must quit its darling theme.

Here break I off;--let sparkling goblets flow,
And my full heart its cordial wishes show:
To her dear health this friendly draught I pour.
Long be her life, and blest its every hour.

[Footnote 19: Hair is a favourite object with all the Irish poets,
and endless is the variety of their description: "Soft misty
curls;" "Thick branching tresses of bright redundance;" "Locks of
fair waving beauty;" "Tresses flowing on the wind like the bright
waving flame of an inverted torch." They even appear to inspire it
with expression: as, "Locks of gentle lustre;" "Tresses of tender
beauty;" "The maid with the mildly flowing hair," &c. &c.]

SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.

_Remarks on modern pedestrianism._

"They leap, exulting, like the bounding roe."

Many of our modern gentlemen seem to take infinite delight in reversing
the original order of things; for instance, placing the heels where the
head should be, as nothing possibly can confer so much honour upon a
gentleman, as being able to vie with a Venetian running footman of
former times, who would post at the rate of some eight miles an hour,
with a dozen, pounds weight of lead clapped in each pocket, by way of
expediting his progress. In these remarks, however, I do not intend to
level the least sarcasm at _pedestrianism_, which, if properly attended
to, may, in the lapse of time, render the properties of the canine race
of no utility whatsoever; nor, indeed, does it at all signify how the
game be caught, for a troop of Mercury-heeled puppies would do just as
well as a full pack of hounds. To be sure I am at a loss on the score of
_scent_, and the nose is confessedly a most material point to be
considered, unless to