And when the final sigh
Shall bear my soul on high,
And on chainless wing I fly
Thro' the blue,
Earth's latest thought shall be,
As I soar above the sea—
"Green Erin, dear, to thee—
Adieu!"
ENGLISH SCHOOLS AND IRISH PUPILS.
FROM MRS. O'RORKE, FORMERLY MISS BIDDY FUDGE, TO HER SISTER DEBBY, IN ENGLAND.
I write, my dear Deb., in the greatest distress—
How great it must be you will easily guess,
When I tell you I'm just about bidding adieu
To poor Johnny and Jemmy. I'm sending the two
To England to school. Oh! Debby, my heart
Is ready to break, when I think I must part
My dear darling boys; but its all for their good,
And I'd go through a thousand times more, if I could,
To rear them genteely—for ev'ry sensation
Of mine is in favour of nice education.
Above all, 'tis the accent I'm anxious about;
Good accent's the main point beyond any doubt.
You remember last year how your dear little Kitty