A convict bring from Doneraile; May every churn and milking-pail Fall dry to staves in Doneraile; May cold and hunger still congeal, The stagnant blood of Doneraile; May every hour new woes reveal, That hell reserves for Doneraile; May every chosen ill prevail O’er all the imps of Doneraile; May th’ inquisition straight impale, The Rapparees of Doneraile; May curse of Sodom now prevail, And sink to ashes Doneraile; May Charon’s boat triumphant sail, Completely manned from Doneraile; Oh! may my couplet never fail To find new curse for Doneraile; And may grim Pluto’s inner jail Forever groan with Doneraile. Hiberniana. Maria Edgeworth, in her _Essay on Irish Bulls_, remarks that “the difficulty of selecting from the vulgar herd a bull that shall be entitled to the prize, from the united merits of pre-eminent absurdity and indisputable originality, is greater than hasty judges may imagine.” Very true; but if the prize were offered for a _batch_ of Irish diamonds, we think the following copy of a letter written during the Rebellion, by S——, an Irish member of Parliament, to his friend in London, would present the strongest claim:— “My dear Sir:—Having now a little peace and quietness, I sit down to inform you of the dreadful bustle and confusion we are in from these blood-thirsty rebels, most of whom are (thank God!) killed and dispersed. We are in a pretty mess; can get nothing to eat, nor wine to drink, except whiskey; and when we sit down to dinner, we are obliged to keep both hands armed. Whilst I write this, I hold a pistol in each hand and a sword in the other. I concluded in the beginning that this would be the end of it; and I see I was right, for it is not half over yet. At present there are such goings on, that every thing is at a stand still. I should have answered your letter a fortnight ago, but I did not receive it till this morning. Indeed, hardly a mail arrives safe without being robbed. No longer ago than yesterday the coach with the mails from Dublin was robbed near this town: the bags had been judiciously left behind for fear of accident, and by good luck there was nobody in it but two outside passengers who had nothing for thieves to take. Last Thursday notice was given that a gang of rebels were advancing here under the French standard; but they had no colors, nor any drums except bagpipes. Immediately every man in the place, including women and children, ran out to meet them. We soon found our force much too little; and we were far too near to think of retreating. Death was in every face; but to it we went, and by the