Samuel Lover. 1797-1868

Thomas Drummond.[582:1] 1797-1840.

Property has its duties as well as its rights.[582:2]

Letter to the Landlords of Tipperary.

Whilst twilight's curtain spreading far,

Was pinned with a single star.[582:3]

Death in Disguise. Line 227. (Boston edition, 1833.)

A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.

The Angel's Whisper.

Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye.[582:4]

Rory O'More.

For drames always go by conthraries, my dear.[582:5]

Rory O'More.

"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,

For there 's luck in odd numbers,"[583:1] says Rory O'More.

Rory O'More.

There was a place in childhood that I remember well,

And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.

My Mother dear.

Sure the shovel and tongs
To each other belongs.

Widow Machree.