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Clavis Acrostica. A Key to "Dublin Acrostics". No. 40Source: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 26, No. 306 (Dec., 1898), p. 665Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20499371 .

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CLATIS ACROSTICA.

A KEY TO " DUBLIN ACROSTICS."

No. 40.

BUT first the solution of No. 39 must be given. J. C. has given the correct answer, thoagh on one minor point he

went astray. Clarence Mangan begins one of his ballads thus:

Grom i! rom aboo ! The Geraldine rebels from proud Maynooth,

And with him are leagued a hundred of the flower of Leinater's youth."

This warory, and the proverb " Let well enough alone," give us the personage adumbrated, Cromwell ; of whom J. C. says: "I could pick out a few monarchs nearly as 'great' as Oliver in

either of his special lines, hypocrisy and bloodthirstiness, but hardly in both." The lights are cow, r hymne, owl, and mull. For, pace J. 0., "the cow jumped over the moon " in a dear old

nursery " rhyme," not " rattle." The final " light " links together

the two phrases, " to make a mull of it," and " to brew a good

mull." No. 40.

I.

A bishop once my virtues loudly praised,

For which his brother bishops called him crazed,

But still my qualities are far from mean,

For though I'm dirty, I keep others clean.

II.

When through the fleet the magic signal ran

That England hoped for aid from every man,

I heard those words with inspiration fraught, Anid with our glorious Nelson bravely fought.

III. In deserts wild I lead a nomad life,

And to my neighbours am a source of strife

But if to bag your game you stretch your net,

In me a prey most troublesome you get.

1. I scattered o'er the raging main

2. The fleet that once sailed forth from Spain.

3 And I, the few that did remain,

4. Assisted to their homes again. H.

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