POETRY.

EXECRATION ODE. ODE.

[PROM THE BAYFURIAD, A THRENODY IN THREE THROES.] "The Coercion Act has now been for nearly three months in force, but it is only of late that Lanky-doodle Balfour has gone in for carrying out the first

instalment of blundering brutality Even the imprisonment of our heroic leader, William O'Brien, has not brought what Balfour would swim in if he had a chance—blood ; for blood is all he desires."—Dr. TANNER'S Speech at Kilmurry, November 6th, 15871 0 LEAN, lackadaisical lizard,

Foul filcher of hats and of hose, -

Till the comb from thy crest I have scissored,

May I ne'er breathe the balm of repose ! May the bitterest blast of the blizzard, Thou green gosling, ferocious and fell, Hurl thee cleft, and bereft of thy gizzard, To the hearthstone of Hell !

0 pasty-faced, pallid apostle Of deviltry, death and deceit, Who with calumnies coarse and colossal Conspired our cause to defeat ; Blood-boltered, fanatical fossil,

In gore thou wouldst gleefully float,

Couldst thou wring like the neck of the throstle Every Parnellite throat.

Base booby. beloved of Boodle's,

False shepherd of Salisbury's flock, Crown Prince of contemptible poodles,

Demi-devil of Satan's own stock, 0 Nincompoop ! nullest of noodles, Fierce fiend with the fatuous face, To the limbo of limp " lanky-doodles " Get thee gone in disgrace.

Long lamp-lighter, lorn of thy ladder, Vile, voluptuous ventriloquist, Thou art making us madder and madder, 'Neath the gripe of thy finical fist.

Art thou deaf, thou detestable adder?

Hath thy hide no susceptible spot Wilt thou prick the great Parnellite bladder, Thou saturnine Scot ?

Peace, peace ; the forked tongue of our foemen Commands not one adequate curse, One sufficiently savage agnomen, To hiss o'er thy horrible hearse.

Yet may owls of uncanniest omen

Croon coronachs over thy coree,

While I prance on thy prostrate abdomen, And howl myself hoarse.