“The air selected on this occasion is “St. Patrick’s Day,” and the manner in which Mr. Logier has arranged it, is such as to give us a very favourable opinion of his abilities. The little imitation introduced at bar 9, page 1, discovers considerable ingenuity. The return to the subject in the key of F, is well arranged. The minor is uncommonly spirited, and the conclusion playful and striking.” Under the head “Music” in a former number, allusion was made to the airs of the celebrated bard of Ireland, Carolan--particularly to one called Gracey Nugent, the music of which is published with accompaniments by sir John Stephenson and Mr. Moore. The following translation of that song _from the original Irish_ is done by Miss Brooke. _SONG_ FOR GRACEY NUGENT--BY CAROLAN. Of Gracey’s charms enraptur’d will I sing! Fragrant and fair, as blossoms of the spring; To her sweet manners and accomplished mind; Each rival fair the palm of love resign’d. How blest her sweet society to share! To mark the ringlets of her flowing hair;[19] Her gentle accents--her complacent mien!-- Supreme in charms, she looks--she reigns a queen! That alabaster form--that graceful neck How do the cygnets down and whiteness deck?-- How does that aspect shame the cheer of day; When summer suns their brightest beams display. Blest is the youth whom fav’ring fates ordain The treasures of her love, and charms to gain! The fragrant branch with curling tendrils bound, With breathing odours--blooming beauty crown’d. Sweet is the cheer her sprightly wit supplies! 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.]