Literary Curiosity.

LITERARY CURIOSITY .

To the Editor of the " Masonic Magazine . Dear Sir and Brother , —On looking over some old numbers of " Chambers ' Edinburgh Journal '' I found the folloAving " Literary Curiosity , " in canine Latin , Avith an English translation . The number Avas dated September 23 rd , 1840 . I venture to suggest that you re-produce it in your columns , for it may interest others as much as—Yours , cfcc . "YAMA . "

Tonis Ad Resto Mare.

TONIS AD RESTO MARE .

0 Mare , cava si forme , Forme ure tonitru , Jambecum as amandum , Olet Hymen promptu 1 Mihi his vetas au ne se , As humano erebi ;

Olet mecum marito te , Or Eta , Beta , Pi . Alas ! piano more meretrix , Mi ardor A el uno ; Inferiam ure arte is base ; Tolerat me urebo .

Ah me ! ve ara scilicet , To landu vimen tuus ; Hiatu as arandum sex , Illuc Jonicus . Heu 1 seel heu ! vexen imago , Mi mises , mare sta ;

0 cantu red it in mihi ! Hibernus arida . A veri vafer beri si , Mihi resolves indti Totius olet Hymen cum , Accepta tonitru .

Pat Murphy's Dilemma.

PAT MURPHY'S DILEMMA .

One day , in attending to the applications for situations on the police force , the mayor of a certain toAvn , it was supposed , Avas about to invest Patrick Murphy with a star , ivhen some of his Irish competitors outside the railings cried out :

" Are you goin' to ' p'int Pat , yer honour ? He can't write his name , yer honour ! " "I am only receiving applications today ; iu a fortnight we make appointments , " said the mayor . And Pat was told to call that day tAvo Aveeks . " Can you Avrite _ " said that excellent functionary .

"Troth , an' it ' s meself that jest kin , ' snswered Pat . " Take that pen , " said the mayor , " and let us see you Avrite . Write your name . " "Howly Paul 1 D ' ye mind that , Mike ? Pat ' s a-Avritin '— -he ' s got a quill in his fist !"

But Pat did Avrite ; he had recorded his name in a bold round hand . That'll do , " said the mayor . " Ask him to write somebody else ' s name , yer honour , " said two of them in a breath .

"That ' s Avell thought of , " remarked the mayor . " Pat , write my name . " "Me Avrite yer honour ' s name ! " exclaimed he , Avith Avell-dissembled horror . " Me commit forgery , and a goin' on the pelisse ! I can ' t do it , yer honour . "

Tony's Address To Mary.

TONY'S ADDRESS TO MARY .

Oh , Mary , heave a sigh for me , For me , your Tony true ; I am become as a man dumb , 0 let Hymen prompt you ! My eye is vet as any sea , As you may knoAv hereby ;

0 let me come , Mary , to tea , Or eat a bit o' pie . A las ! play no more merry tricks , My ardour veil you knoAv ; In fear I am your heart is base ; Tolerate me your beau .

Ah me 1 ve are a silly set , To laud you viemen thus ; 1 hate you as a ratndon sex , 111 luck I only curse . You said , you vixen , I may go , My missus Marystay ;

, 0 , can ' t you read it in my eye 1 1 burn as arid bay . A very vafer , here I sigh , My eye resolves in dew , To tie us , oh let Hymen come ! Accept a Tony true .