From the gifted Prout, we derive no doubt, Sweet strains about days of infancy, When "The bells of Shandon did sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee." We may search in vain, we'll ne'er meet again With a sweeter strain than Moore's "Evening Bell;" But a Bell more soothing was felt each booth in Where freemen voted so prompt and well. The hermit lowly, whose thoughts are solely On subjects holy, delights to hear, When morn is shining or eve declining, Sweet peals combining, his soul to cheer. From far or near to his raptured ear No sound so dear ever reach'd his cell Like the Bell so soothing, felt every booth in Where freemen voted so prompt and well. In a few days after the publication of the foregoing lines, I dined at his residence near Salthill, with my friend the alderman, and in the course of the evening he mentioned that Bell was greatly annoyed by such a production, and that he considered it libellous. I asked how could he show that it applied to him. My worthy host said that it could not apply to any other person, and I then remarked that it was not malicious or of an injurious tendency, and that it had been written merely as an attempt at harmless fun. This elicited the question of how I knew in what spirit it had been written, to which I replied, that I had written it myself, intending to be jocose; and that if my verses were not considered worthy of laurel, they certainly did not deserve the application of birch. To this expression I received a contradiction unanimous but good-humored; and it was agreed that if the public whipping of a police magistrate could be effected, it would be an interesting novelty and a general gratification. There were two other aldermen present besides our host, and they repeatedly assured me, even when shaking hands at the conclusion of the entertainment, that they would provide some punishment for my transgression. On the following evening I was at the house of a friend on Merchant's Quay, and when I returned home, after midnight, I found that the knocker of my hall-door had disappeared. My servant stated that two gentlemen had called, one of whom expressed a wish to see me, and on being informed that I was not at home, said that he would write a note in my study and leave it for me. Whilst he was so employed, the other remained in the hall. At their departure the servant did not perceive that the knocker had been abstracted; but at my return I at once observed the loss, and opening the note, which was written in a hand manifestly disguised, I read the following communication:-- "Mr. Porter is so expert in the fabrication of a Bell, that he may confine himself to ringing without knocking."