As regards the rhyme _charge ye_ and _clergy_, no instance, in the same words, occurs in Dryden or Pope. They did not write much in that sort of doggerel. But the brogue, even here, is nothing more than the confounding of the sounds of _a_ and _e_, which is so beautifully exemplified in the following couplet in Dryden: "For yet no George, to our _discerning_, Has writ without a ten years' warning." _Epistle to Sir G. Etheredge._ Next, we have the rhyme _satire_ and _hater_. The following in Dryden is quite as bad, if not worse: "Spiteful he is not, though he wrote a _satire_, For still there goes some thinking to _ill-nature_." _Absalom and Achitophel._ Of this rhyme _satire_ and _nature_, I can adduce two other instances from Dryden. In the same category we must place _nature_ and _creature_, _nature_ and _feature_. Here is an example from Dryden; and I can bring forward two others: "A proof that chance alone makes every _creature_ A very Killigrew without good _nature_." _Essay upon Satire._ And here is one from Pope: "'Tis a virgin hard of _feature_, Old and void of all good _nature_." _Answer to "What is Prudery?"_ Can MR. BEDE produce anything to match the following sample of the _crater_, to be found in our most polished English poet? "Alas! if I am such a _creature_, To grow the worse for growing _greater_!" _Dialogue between Pope and Craggs._ It will be seen, from the foregoing quotations, that the rhymes described as Irish were, a century and a half ago, common to both countries,--a fact which MR. BEDE was probably not sufficiently aware of when he introduced the subject in "N. & Q." For obvious reasons, the use of such rhymes, at the present day, would be open to the imputation of "Irishism;" but it was not so in the days of Swift. HENRY H. BREEN. St. Lucia. In a former Number I drew attention to that peculiar fondness for "Irish rhymes" which is more evident in Swift than in any other poet; and another correspondent afterwards gave examples to show that "our premier poet, Pope," sometimes tripped in the same Hibernian manner. In looking over an old volume of the _New Monthly Magazine_, during the time of its being edited by the poet Campbell, I have stumbled upon a passage which is so _apropos_ to the subject referred to, that I cannot resist quoting it; and independent of its bearing on our Irish rhyming discussion, the passage has sufficient interest to excuse my making a Note of it. It occurs in one of a series of papers called "The Family Journal," supposed to have been written by the immediate descendants of the "Will Honeycomb" of the _Spectator_. A {313} dinner-party is assembled at Mr. Pope's, when the conversation takes this turn: