it in my MSS. to February 25.

[J] Trinity College, Dublin.--Thomas Moore, son of John Moore, merchant,
of Dublin, aged 14, pensioner, entered 2d June, 1794. Tutor, Dr.
Burrows.

[K] Alluding to a pamphlet-letter I had printed, addressed to Repealers,
when the insanity of Repeal (now happily dead) was at fever-heat.

[L] "One of them (my chief muse) was a remarkably pretty girl; when I
turned round to her, as she accompanied my triumphal ear, and said,
'This is a long journey for you,' she answered, with a smile that would
have done your heart good, 'Oh, I only wish, Sir, it was three hundred
miles!' There's for you! What was Petrarch in the Capitol to
that?"--_Journal_, &c.--This "pretty girl's" name is ----, and, strange
to say, she still keeps it.

[M] Moore was married to Miss Elizabeth Dyke, at St. Martin's Church, on
the 25th of March, 1811.

[N] There were two who sought to throw filth upon the poet's grave, and
they were his own countrymen,--Charles Phillips and John Wilson Croker.
The former had written a wretched and unmeaning pamphlet, which he
suppressed when a few copies only were issued; and I am proud to believe
it was in consequence of some remarks upon it written by me, for which
he commenced, but subsequently abandoned, proceedings against me for
libel. The atrocious attack on Moore in the "Quarterly Review" was
written by John Wilson Croker. It was the old illustration of the dead
lion and the living dog. Yet Croker could at that time be scarcely
described as living; it was from his death-bed he shot the poisoned
arrow. And what brought out the venom? Merely a few careless words of
Moore's, in which he described Croker "as a scribbler of all work,"
words that Earl Russell would have erased, if it had occurred to him to
do so. Another countryman, Thomas Crofton Croker, assailed after his
death the man whose shoe-latchets he would have been proud to unloose
during his life. Moreover, his earliest slanderer was also of his own
country,--an author named Quin. Of a truth it has been well said, A
prophet is never without honor save in his own country. The proverb is
especially true as regards Irish prophets. Assuredly, Moore was, and is,
more popular in every part of the world than he was or is in Ireland.
The reason is plain: he was, so to speak, of two parties, yet of
neither: the one could not forgive his early aspirations for liberty,
uttered in imperishable verse; the other could not pardon what t