ANOTHER Son, Of prudent parts, Doth Pawn his Arms, For peaceful arts; From Dexter or, On Shield of Gu, In pale, reguardant Sinister Jew. [Illustration] [Illustration] ANOTHER Son, From want appeald, To art, for Charge, On Argent Shield, And so, upon His Coat he drew A Garb, that he Might dare, and do HE sought to Void A hen-coup, he Is Trussed above it, On a tree; Couchant, in Chief, With Spade, in Fesse, A sorry wight, He must confess. [Illustration] [Illustration] AT length, an Orient Pile, he took, Then Counterchanged, His Coat for luck! This Dexter treatment, Is not right; He's Or, on Ar, The lawless wight! BUT ah! at last, His fate was healed And by command, Got Royal Shield; A Dexter King, Reguardant, won! He dyed, and left An "only Son." [Illustration] [Illustration: THE POLIS AND THE PRINCESS GRANA UILLE] THE man who confidently seeks to set up a new idea, by upsetting an old theory, or tradition, is one who lives in advance of his time, whereby he forfeits many valued amenities of contemporaneous courtesy. But he is to be extolled for the moral heroism that impells him, to advance new facts, into the study of history, or explode errors so steadfastly grounded on the popular belief, that he finds himself, pen to pen with a hostile army of Savants, Antiquarians, Historians, and Critics: some stirred with spirit of envy, others with a craving for notoriety, but all unanimous, and up in arms, with loaded pens and arsenal of inkpots. In this regard I find myself, by placing the correct revision of a popular tradition before my discerning readers. I have to confess that it was not thro' deep and industrious research, that I am thus enabled to challenge the truth, of the accepted records. It was thro' the chance, afforded by an hour of breezing sea-scape recreation, that I discovered the mysterious chronicle. The popular tradition, is thus related by Dr. Walsh. "The celebrated Grana Uille or Grace O'Mally, noted for her piratical depredations in the reign of Elizabeth, returning on a certain time from England, where she had paid a visit to the Queen, landed at Howth, and proceeded to the castle. It was the hour of dinner--but the gates were shut. Shocked at an exclusion so repugnant to her notions of Irish hospitality, she immediately proceeded to the shore, where the young lord was at nurse, and seizing the child, she embarked with, and sailed to Connaught, where her own castle stood.