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ance of Oysters and drinking hippocras. Without attributing this success exclusively to the Oysters and wine, we must take into account, that, at the period to which we allude, the most simple intermittent fevers became violent owing to the weakness of the treatment by which they were opposed.

Oribasius, physician to Julian, did not, as we learn from his Εβδομηκοντάβιβλος consider Oysters very nourishing food, but he advised the use of them for relaxing the stomach.

Aetius in his Bria Iarna 'Exxaldexa, was of the same opinion, and Horace acknowledges in them this quality"Si dura morabitur alvus,

Mytulus et viles pellent obstantia concha."

Physicians who have written on this mollusca, agree in prescribing it in the same case, "Emolliunt ventrem, et reconvalescentes faciunt appetere cibos."

This is very nearly the language held by all.

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The principal quality of the Oyster was to furnish nutritive substance easily assimilated, and a saline water as a necessary stimulant, from which, however, one should abstain in all inflammatory diseases, whilst the use of it was salutary and useful in several chronic affections. Thus, in diarrhoea which has resisted all other species of treatment, the Oyster has proved to be the best medicine, and has caused a cessation, as if by enchantment, of an illness which threatened to prove fatal.

These good effects appear to be altogether owing to the osmazome contained in Oysters.

The Oyster is also an invaluable resource against scurvy; acting both as a medicament and an aliment. It makes excellent soup which yields osmazome, in much greater quantity than beef, and which is both wholesome and agreeable, and when united with fresh vegetables and some acids, effects a cure as prompt as it is unfailing.

Oysters have been prescribed with much benefit in chronic phthsics, at the end of catarrhs, and in general it is an excellent means of putting a stop to these colds which are so indefinitely prolonged. The excitation produced by their liquor facilitates expectoration, and helps to restore to the organs which are the seat of the malady the tone they have lost.

Several gouty persons have derived benefit from using Oysters, and Doctor Pasquier does not hesitate, after some happy results which he experienced, to prescribe them in certain circumstances during this malady.

Paulus Aegineta,* recommends Oysters crushed in pieces, with their liquor, as an application to ulcers. They are at the present day used with advantage in cases of certain atonic. ulcers which require to be excited and cleansed; the tent of lint with which the surface of the ulcer is to be covered is dipped into the plain liquor of the Oysters. These means are generally employed, and are for the most part successful when the disease is in the legs.

Ambrose Paré † recommends also the application of pounded Oysters, and their shells, to the pestilential tumours. These fish when thus applied assuage the pain, cool the great heat and inflammation, and draw wonderfully the malignant venom. It is not useless to remark that Oyster shells possess also economic properties; when the shells have been a sufficient time in the mould to become decayed and communicate their alkali to the mould, and are stirred up and mixed together, they produce a most useful manure for vegetation.

Oysters are destroyed by the plan of serving them open. We should take them fresh froin the newly opened shell; eaten as we too often see them, they are no more the genuine Oyster than is Champagne which has had the cork out for an hour, like the bubbling, laughing tipple, with its bouncing beady kisses, sent gushing and sparkling from the loud popped flask, just ravished from the ice pail.

Then we kill the fish by hacking it in the opening. The Oyster is a gentle creature; he likes us to coax him open, not to murder him with a knife like a rolling pin. Gay knew this when in the third book of his Trivia he wrote::

"If where Fleet-ditch with muddy current flows, You chance to roam, where Oyster-tubs in rows Are rang'd beside the posts; there stay thy haste, And with the savoury fish indulge thy taste: The damsel's knife the gaping shell commands, While the salt liquor streams between her hands." Just so, they bleed their juice out, but they are not mangled. Gay continues

"The man had sure a palate cover'd o'er
With brass or steel, that on the rocky shore
First broke the oozy Oyster's pearly coat,
And risqu'd the living morsel down his throat."

Lib. iv, cap. xi.

Book xxii. p. 874, Paris edition.

Of course he had, if he broke the Oyster, and he deserved, but for his ignorance, to be choaked with the shells: yet how that man must have felt when he swallowed that first Oyster, and a new pleasure was given to his happy, unsophisticated palate. He had no vinegar, he had no pepper, but he was wiser than those who use them, and above all he had the Oyster, snatched from his "bed," and floating in his "native element.' He was not like the idiot whom we met this season at the Red Bank Tavern: we had gone in after hearing Bosio, to drown our thirst and excitement, when suddenly there entered a tall, bucolic man who said, "Waither, some Oysthers;" "yis, sir," says the waiter, and the Oysters were brought. Down sat the long man, and forthwith he began to feed. We saw him look anxiously over the little table, when suddenly he roared "Waither." Up came the waiter, with an interrogative hand-rubbing peculiar to his class, and the long man said "Waither, I want the salt." Salt, sir," asked the waiter, "is it with Oysthers ?" "Yis," replied the long man, "I can't ayt Oysthers without salt." We started from our seat (first paying our bill) and fancied that we had seen the last of the old Irish who dwelt inland, but certainly no descendant of those who fought with Briau at Clontarf.

Here, for the present, we end our dissertation upon Oysters ; on an other occasion we may be able to tell the reader something of Cockles, and possibly to induce him to adopt genial, clever, Valentine Vousden's advice, and on Larry Doolin's car to take a pleasant jolt towards Raheny, or to Sandymount, "to pick cockles on the strand." There is nothing in Ireland like Sandymount strand on a fine evening when the sun is sinking low, or when in noon day the bright light is falling far out upon the Pidgeon House. The whole scene is bathed in light, or gilded in sunset, and the lines of golden glory or of silver beauty light up all the long swelling strand, with its dimpling pools or its broad brown bosom; beauties unknown to those who will first suffocate themselves with a ride to the Park, through Dublin, and then roast themselves during a gallop in the green, but burning savannas of the Fifteen Acres.

Thus, reader, we leave you; but before we close we desire that you try our teaching. Order, therefore, a quarter of a hundred Oysters, have them opened before you, and bolt them as they are opened; and then, as each dying fish sinks below your palate, say, with open mouth, and up-turned, extatic eyes, HAPPY BE HE WHO WROTE, IN THE IRISH QUARTERLY, THE PAPER OYSTERS,

The Bell Founder and Other Poems, new edition.
Florence M'Carthy. London: Bogue, 1857.
Underglimpses and Other Poems. By Denis
McCarthy. London: Bogue, 1857.

By Denis

Florence

We essayed in a former number * to awaken the spirit of poesy which we felt lay dormant within the depths of Mr. M'Carthy's fertile imagination; it was to us a source of regret to behold genius frittered away, and a vivid and glowing fancy such as we believed, and believe, him possessed of, tempering itself to the tastes of the crude and prosaic readers of any provincial, monthly magazine, however respectful; fitful flashes of poetry gleaming forth to illume such pages will not suffice to weave a fit garland for the poet's brow.

But is Mr. M'Carthy a GREAT POET? This is a question we have before asked ourselves and to which we are, in justice to truth and our common reason, obliged to answer with an emphatic negative; yet, we accord him all the merit of high poetic feeling, united with a sweet and just conception of all that is pure and beautiful in nature; and we hail with pleasure his volumes of sweet and genuine melody which tends to purify and elevate the heart, bearing it aloft from all that is of this earth, earthy.

So far we award Mr. M'Carthy our highest meed of praise, but we still hold that the talismanic name of a great poet should be bestowed on him alone who has attained the summit of Parnassus, and not on any or every aspirant who essays to ascend the classic mount. Bold indeed must that man be, who could venture to enter the lists in competition with Byron, Moore, Wordsworth, or even Scott, for the poet's bays; alas! that those bright lights are fled, they are now amongst the past, and the present with all its dulness is before us. Thus it is that we hail with pleasure the germ of poetry, and as we ever considered exaggerated praise the keenest satire, our appreciation of the volumes before us may be considered. as a genuine tribute to the poetic fancy of one who certainly possesses very many of the attributes that help to create that Heaven-born genius, a true poet.

* See IRISH QUARTERLY REVIEW, Vol. IV., No. 14. p. 257

All are more or less imbued with poetic feeling, but the Celtic nature is entirely pervaded with it; it is indigenous to the soil. There is much, however, in the historic character both of the country and its people to induce this: the national wrongs to which Ireland has been subjected for so many centuries burning deeply into the heart's core of her sons, have engendered much of that poetic fire with which orator and bard have thrilled the hearts of their listeners. Let us, in imagination, follow the impassioned and burning eloquence of the orator pourtraying the woes of his dearly loved land. Now! uttering a fierce and withering denunciation against his tyrant persecutors, thundering forth the scathing invective with all the force of his bold and indomitable nature, wounding with keen satire the tenderest points of his opponent's nature, awakening the nation to a sense of its position, and filling the minds of the people with a proud consciousness of their pristine glory, and creating within them the unconquerable resolve to achieve, if possible, the object of their patriotic ambition. Again, with all the wild beauty of metaphor, with which his imaginative nature is imbued, picturing the varied charms of his own dear native home. Through all and every phase of his impassioned oratory may be observed the poetic tendency of the Celtic nature. There is much also to engender this feeling in the historic character of the country, its traditionary lore, and the romantic legends with which every round tower, mountaincairn, and fairy rath are associated in the minds of even the peasantry; when this is united with the scenic beauty of the country, the varied charms of which are calculated to inspire the muse, its lofty mountains either enveloped in a mystic haze, or refulgent with the golden glories of the setting sun, its glorious lakes and estuaries, the emerald verdure of its glowing meads, the undulating beauties of hill and dale, with which its lovely landscapes are diversified,-all those external and internal advantages combined with the imaginative talent so peculiar to the Irish character, engender a poetic feeling, and a keen perception of the beautiful in nature.

Strange, that notwithstanding all those advantages both from nature and temperament, how few Irishmen have wooed the muse, or sought the poet's wreathe, in aught save a few and fitful flashes of genius which flit before our mental vision, emitting a bright momentary brilliancy, and then are out for

ever.

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