Madad Dub.* 'Twixt Quin's dark lane, and forge of Lynam, To something see; or hear a moan, On Hallow Eve, mysterious night, Wipes from his brow, and breathes anew; Knocks at the door, and claims admission: *The Black Dog. The occasional appearance of this canine phantom is one of the Newtown Legends. + Lynam, a cottier tenant-and black-smith to the Author. Jeremiah (of which Jer is here the usual abbreviation) and Darby are the same name. When lo!-A Turkey Cock assail, } And whiz along the challenged ground, But, while they search'd, a laugh was heard, *Shock-a rough Dog. Johnson's Dictionary. Far from the ken of mortal eye, In the black rath our stables lie: s, and wail of Spirit mark it twelve, * Ratheenduff (pronounced Raheenduff) means the small black Rath. + Cervicem equinam jungere—not capiti humano, nor, in the present case, equino. See commencement of Horace's Art of Poetry, or Epistola ad Pisones. Perhaps varias inducere plumas (see same Epistle) might be described as a motto I had provoked; if plumæ could be rendered pens. Be this as it may, if it cannot be alleged of my vision, that it is formosa superne, (Headward,) as little can it be said, that desinit in atrum. Fools rush into my head; and so I write. POPE. It was long the custom, to inter infant children on the summit of this ancient moat; which is situated in the upper grounds of Newtown. If Elve may, by poetic license, stand for Elf, then the initial s can be struck from the next line. From yawning moat-wall issuing forth,* While through the field our squadron moves, Pale as the Courser that of yore Him, who hath made us shadows, bore.+ * Moat-wall. In Ireland it is common to confound Raths, which were Forts and Magazines, with Moats, which were barrows or sepulchral mounds. That Raheenduff was the latter, may be inferred, from its having been long used as a burying ground for children. "The Burying Field" in which it is situated, takes its name from this practice. + Death on the pale horse. FREFACE TO THE ABOVE; AS SENT TO LORD ONE MORE NIGHT OF NEWTOWN SPRITE; being the last appearance, I engage; At least on metrical, or paper stage. To trust this promise-you may think absurd; Thanks, favouring Fortune! tails say I : And the relieved Lord gains a loss. Of what? of blank ennui, and sore displeasure, At ghosts without, yet (worse by far) with measure. Nathless, I hope His Lordship will incline To goblin infantry, sprite steeds to join. 'Twere vain indeed, for him to answer-nay: Stanch Scribbler would but have to read it neigh. * Inserted, à l'Irlandaise, at the end. |