Almost simultaneous with the above affair was the publication of Mr.
Moore's "Memoirs of Captain Rock, the celebrated Irish Chieftain,"--a
work of political, humorous, and satirical character, turning upon the
wrongs and riots of Ireland, with which, as our readers will allow,
we have here little to do. It contains great historical research, and
had its day; but the gratification in the perusal is of a very mixed
character. Its success, however, was sufficient to induce the publication
of an imitative work entitled "Captain Rock's Letters to the King," which
was "certainly not written by Mr. Moore, to whom, while the publication
was suspended, they were so positively ascribed."

In the following year, Mr. Moore published the "Memoirs of the Right Hon.
R.B. Sheridan," having previously edited an edition of his works. In
these Memoirs, Mr. Moore has done justice to the character of Sheridan,
neither concealing his follies and vices, nor magnifying his good
qualities. We quote a paragraph from this work for the purpose of
introducing a portion of some very beautiful lines by Mr. Moore, which
first appeared in the _Morning Chronicle_, immediately after Sheridan's
death.

"There appeared some verses at the time, which, however intemperate in
their satire and careless in their style, came, evidently, warm from the
heart of the writer, and contained sentiments to which, even in his
cooler moments he needs not hesitate to subscribe:--

"Oh it sickens the heart to see bosoms so hollow,
And friendships so false in the great and high-born;--
To think what a long line of titles may follow
The relics of him who died, friendless and lorn!