This being the anniversary of the day whereon St. Patrick died, it is commemorated as a high festival in the catholic church; and it is celebrated to his honour in that country, with every demonstration of affection for his memory as the apostle and patron saint of Ireland, that a warm-hearted, enthusiastic, joyous people, can possibly express. An eye-witness represents to the editor of the _Every-Day Book_ that St. Patrick’s day in Dublin is a scene of festivity and mirth unequalled by any thing observable in this country. From the highest to the lowest, all hearts seem inspired by the saint’s beneficence. At day-break flags fly on the steeples, and the bells ring out incessant peals till midnight. The rich bestow their benevolence on the poor, and the poor bestow their blessings on the rich, and on each other, and on the blessed St. Patrick. The “green immortal” shamrock is in every hat. Sports of manly exercise exhibit the capabilities of the celebrated “shillelah,” and before night many a head gives token of the application of its wonderful powers, by a muscular hand. Priestly care soothes querulousness; laughter drowns casualty; innumerable bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked, jaunty lasses dance with their mirth-loving lads; old women run about with children in the hoods of their cloaks, to publicly share care-drowning cups of sweet consolation with each other; and by the voice of wit, humour, and frolic, this miraculous day is prolonged till after the morning dawn. A popular song on this festal occasion contains these verses: Saint Patrick’s, the holy and tutelar man; His beard down his bosom like Aaron’s ran: Some from Scotland, from Wales, will declare that he came, But I care not from whence now he’s risen to fame:-- The pride of the world and his enemies scorning, I will drink to St. Patrick, to-day, in the morning! He’s a desperate big, little Erin go brah; He will pardon our follies and promise us joy. By the mass, by the Pope, by St. Patrick, so long As I live, I will give him a beautiful song! No saint is so good, Ireland’s country adorning; Then hail to St. Patrick, to-day, in the morning! * * * * *