A review--where a _press_ procures _willing_ recruits, A review--where at Folly the satirist shoots; At poor _Private_ Folly no aim is directed, But _General_ Folly's the mark that's selected. To _Gen'ral_ Goodhumor the duty's assigned Of keeping the ground, and the public shall find He'll drive away Rancor and Prejudice, too, Till _Gen'ral_ Applause greets THE IRISH REVIEW. LINES IN AN ALBUM. I wrote at the request of my beloved and truly lamented son, Austin Duggan Porter, the following lines in his Album:-- My youthful years have pass'd away, My step hath lost its lightness, And scanty locks, once brown, then gray, Now show unvaried whiteness. My failing eyes can see but few Of early friends remaining, Yet have I many reasons true To keep me from complaining. To be a blessing to mine age, I see mine offspring striving; And even in this little page My boyhood seems reviving. I feel that they who bear my name My early tastes inherit, And their pursuits are just the same As pleased my youthful spirit. FOOTNOTE: [19] Dolce far niente. CHAPTER XXX. A DUBLIN DENTIST. Several friends have suggested that, even at the risk of being considered discursive or irregular in the arrangement of my Gleanings and Reminiscences, I should not conclude without narrating a few of the incidents which my intimacy with the late Patrick Brophy, of Dawson Street, the State Dentist, enabled me to witness or to hear described by him.