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      Tti?Ga8? I, 1848. ^ The N0rths1m S-Fae ~...

      Tti ? gA 8 ? I , 1848 . ^ THE N 0 RTHS 1 M s-fAE ~ -3

      A 0& Gtamimisaifi

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      « (Sstttrfaf, January 1st) Is The Birth-...

      « ( Sstttrfaf , January 1 st ) is the birth-day of a t ear . The sad aad gloomy One thousand eight red and forty-seven' is now numbered -with the -j that vsie , ' bat' as the evilmen do lire after *« jo , we fear , will the ills of which the yew now a was the witness , survive for at least some time ae # Disease is still hurrying its victims to press graves ; and if we may trust the predictions of -j ] prop hets , the influent ! is but tfae precursor igrald of the still more dreaded cholera . Heaven I as from the invasion of that enemy . But it is lo * weary Heaven with prayers , ' unless we peroar duty . The Godsielp them who helf t £ lr ? s . Let the rich cleanse the dwellings of the

      . jnd saoniKzte comfortable homes for wretched ' I Let employment be found for the unemployed , jthey may exchange their rags for warm and jjjclotbin ? , and forget hunger ' s pangs by obtain-, fair share of the food which of right belongs to j . If this is not done , the year now commencing r t # a more mournful fcera of tints than even the r ifhich is now bo more . ion one end of Ireland to the other , the wail of iir is borae upon the winds , and wafted across forge ' s Channel , finds a frightful response in the t jiig cry and muttered curse of the starving miijof Great Britain . We warn the admirers , of g lorious institutions / that if this state oi things { luces much longer , it is not the concession of the , points ' only that will satify the people . There , teamcre terriblesgitatien thanany this country \ e t seen , and for objects even mors startling than

      a & rter- And why not ! The people are starving ijadof plenty ; homeless on a soil whick has enough for quadruple the nunber of happy 553 , that there are now of discontented slaves ; rs , while abundance of dothing surrounds them , £ fabricated by them ; in short , doomed to tiie rf Tasiatcb ; all the materiali of happiness ] ig ] r within their grasp , and at the same time gpsssed by all the wees of an earthly hell . Let ricb , the privileged , and the preud , pause in cue tr , and 'learn to doJHstice and lore mercy . ' iea remember the lesson taught them not very " jgo by another people , who failing to obtain - for themselves , and goaded to madness b y 'lufferings , at length executed pitiless justice fair oppressors . The aristocracy of Francestiatmen were brother ! , but in their lost they trod , ts lessons of their priests , and Jths warnings of their Uii .

      t knew that men were brotfeers , bat they heeded not le Lori , re tsng ht them the gr « t truth anew , with fire aad rim sward . 25 has the aristocratic member for Canterbury ibed the past of another country ; praj Heaven i y cot also in those lines have pictured the future rown . th thesa remarks by way of preface , we shall rroceed to introduce to our readers a few poetical s , ' like orient pearls at rsndoa strung . ' Some ^ . Ecdsoms the original contributions offriends . iiill cammence with a poem by our friend and igne , Ercest Jones , which cannot fail to win for rentlemannew laurels . Rightly is ke named , jirrite as he has written in the following paste outburst , he must , as Kemble said ef Hean , { rniWy in earnest : 'A 5 EW TBAR'S CUP . sr rxwrsr j-okzs .

      Eo ! oerry 2 » ew Tear , I keep thea well , lathe hollew grave of my oosiag cell ; Esrfcl Hark 2 how « jy fiiler * play I Jje grinds that dash < 2 own the frosty way J Sse ! See ! how the dancers come ! Ihe horrors that crowd in the poor man ' s heme ; lai bj board with a deinty feast is spread , Tith insnlt and anger for meat and bread ; ini a goodly thing is ray wsssxil bowl , lo eb « r the thoughts ofa Chrirtiia soul I High ! High ! wave it high ! So high that the rich may taste , 0 a their golden eminence placed : 'lis the cup of misery !

      Co = t forth from the depth of your marble hold , ToiiofHklnntd heir to the cumb of gold ! To : cbs % fe for onee with year haughty eye , To Hi bow the millions live and die : lis a creel life—with its weary woe ! 'tis a crnd death—fer they perish slow ! Sjt tie fathering wrath of an outraged race Mow like flsme on your stately trace : ' tea drink year wise with what heart you can , " while l quif my cup to my fellow man . High ! High ! waveit high ! TTp to his curling lip , list the child « f lord ' s may sip ; 'Tis the cup of misery !

      So ! Bat for the space of s night cast astde ^ Is * tambrons pomp ef your paltry pride . r ? mi away from your costly board ! fy S 3 i 3 sway from yoar goldea hoard ! ipsaS away from your stately hall , USsinions , and menials , and parasites all ! ij and asray from your couch of down , iiifceg tout bed through the streets of the towa ! " Twin trscb yon how merry the life of the peor , tint drink to you , man , for my cup Sows o ' er . Hi ^ a 1 High ! Wave it high ! Torn not yonr head aside : 'Tis a medielne good for pride : 'lis the enp of misery !

      ' . ' .. How you would shiver , and bowl , aad wall , 23 the pitiless roar of the storming gale ! Slipped of the glare of your trappings high . " ine vroald be then your nobility ! i helpless , naked , shivering thingrsat and Usurer- —Lord and King ! Hills I can hnSet and haSa thestaKB , hi laugh as itspias from my stricken form , ? s : ay cap flows o ' er , and I know by the sign , litis werld whirls round , so tbe tarn will be mine ! High ! High ! Wave it high ! Let him drink of what he poured—» Itt him taste of what he stored : 'lis tbe enp of misery J

      ^• xorm , that crawls en tbe naked earth ! tine , what now is thy human worth ? * ists is tbekand with its plastic might ? Jim is the thought with its kindling light ! ¦ a Fctrs by the patent of nature are few , —itbey left yonr ranks to make war on yon . ill with us—with ns—that the glory remains , ^ fts skilful hands and the scheming brains . [ fa— drink!—drink !—since ages we ' ve quaffedr tsra has come reund , and now year ' s is the draught . Hyh ! High I Wave it high ! Why do ye blench and shrink , From what ye bade us drink t Tis the enp of misery ;

      _ -uEe , wdem is yonr safety now , ' 3 the crest of pride , but the humble brow ! : is in the heart of the stricken slave ; ' -i ? Hets = resnot by the meed yon gave . - ¦ 'is bitter cup you bade him drink , ¦ S tashes to atoms oa slavery ' s brink . ^ lecriu , as he easts his chain * at yoar feet , £ 'ia sweat o ! thy brow , thy bread sbalt thon I _ eat . ' ^" at crisis you a rouse for tbe bonny New Tear , r ^ op with the goblet so erysta ! and clear . | % h ! High ! Wave it high ! For every man to taste ! i ,. kerever bore or placed ! j r « thecTipof « T )* rtp ! Plowing , although from the C « mkJhtanae , U F ^ Ttriit of one section ef the ' superior classes ' ; -S lips Mr Jones commends misery ' s cup ; f '^ t the y had to drain it to the drep : — '

      iHE REgPBCTJLBLE MIS . ~ f % respectable Hen « hcariot In Roti , Esquire , : ( £ PMt obiu * os half the * Blue Book , ' . " ^ aSlortgage or two in each shire ; - ^ - « v ing more etsh than be needs , ^ * v be lends the poor all he can , " ia ? ? s 3 xty r * r cent - ' , , a n'gbly respectable mas . ¦\ ji hoa < e like a noblwnan ' s lansish'd , q 3 n 3 e-Doard , too , blaring with plate , "l : ' ^ ^ , balf gold , you'd dsclare , _ Gouged to some peer of the State ; ^ S " ~" tfll he ltiz « d it in payment _ - ' fia sixty per ceatnm per shd . ; ¦ aow he gives dinners to show it , . ' » gMjrefptctablBmin .

      | ^ ' "' hiWs an at torney , 7 .. ' orotter a dealer in wine , li ^' v ther " -5 * ' bam-baiUff , |^ bis son in the auctioneer line ; ¦ j > ' *» ? otf T « 'half wine' for your hills , I-1 " , * mii > s - = « . » Jd np by the clan ; i { ,, lo l 'o Msist his relations , | , * *¦*&* ! resectable man . ^ l ' ^ ? ™ " of lives he ' s an office , S »" V ** ESa 11 pro £ tS the m 0 rC 5 3 'Jo t 0 discount , he tells you g „ , ' nr : tj . you must insure . ' $ i , l , al ? ? oa £ Bt men ought to do so—* i « r , " « "y » pi > n iu .: Ir ^ Dmsaing to 2 » are on yoar death-bed , % - we twh a resoectable man /

      3 ! i '' n J , ^ i STi-,. f-8 aT . « ntatbome , ^' tii r - *' ' fc ! e w ' lf , j fcas for show > hii > . . tbea f dTes fe « * cme wounda « tl . d ! l ! nond ' * faeal'd no a Wow ; | lo > 'cmldrcn , on hearing his knock , : ^ J P tbe honee always ranfol r fea ^ CKaaa pouads at his banker ' s li-j ^ jl ^ = ess itself to young « blood ? , ' | l Ue ;^ al ,, rd lm * s solicit bis aid . i ^' h T * like afdther « * ud atkB Si . EIXt ? per cent , to be paid ! iW „ * gar , ce reall J * onld rnin ftt . j ncc « tin ellEindostan ; Ili '" ft « m hs'il do a post obit . ' a " S % rc £ peetableman .

      « (Sstttrfaf, January 1st) Is The Birth-...

      Still teste * soomldreIs deebire he ' s b . Md . he & ite 4 «_ . ThathBBunes . eaeaJ >« fgaBhe & eets « . TfiatTcTHnTaTSSoM ^ iaroTalaTb ^ , " ^^ "'~ And of wantlethim jie fa the streets ' * Pooh ! pooh ! he subscribes every quarter ¦ Per the ffiission ' rlcs sent to Japan , And if tbat doesn't make one respectable Why , what is a respectable man ! ' Of religion he well knows the Taluo , ' For he was the first of beginners To run np a fashionable chapel Fer elegant mis ' rable sinners ;' And to hire a good-looking parson To ten dowagers « life ' * but a span / ? orhe loves to serve both God and Hammon , Like a highly respectable man . His daughter has married for lore .

      Tboogh she'd offer * from penoas of rsnk And ' my Lady , ' at least might have been ' With them » ney ho bad in the bank But since she thought fit to disgrace him . She may live In the best way she can , S » h » leaves to * own daughter to starve , Like a highly respectable man . Then he makes a frssk will every quarter—Or wheabVa a fit of * the bines 'Or his wife has efiended him somehow—Or some aon will not fellow hU vlewa ; And he threatens to leave them all beggars , Whene ' er they coma under his ban—He'll bequeath nil his wealth to an hospital , Like a highly respectable man . We extract the following from the Hsrr Yc-Bi TBramiE

      —THE IRISH MOTHER . * They shall hunger no more . '—Betselottea vii , 16 , Z heard tbe lament of a poor Irish raothsr , As watch by the forms of the famished ske kept ; The wan , wasted features of sister and brother Were bathed by the drops she had uselessly wept ; Oh ! sweet was her lay for the harden it bore' They shall hunger no more . ' WhHe winter's rude wind through each cramay was sighing Tke last , bltskesed crumb to my frti fern I gave : I opened my veins when my sovageai was dying ,

      Aroused by a mother ' s wild instinct to save —• The lips cf my darling are wet with the gore-She will hunger ao more . P «& d fiung by the fos-kabileg lords 6 ? this nation , With predigal hands to their hounds , wauld subdue la jcauy a bevel the pangs of starvation , And thankfulness waken that pomp never knew e Poor babes 1 I regret sot your anguish is o ' er—Ye will hunger no more . While famine tho flesh on their bones was consuming ItcraEtdme to hear their lowmosui night and dsy—Ho brand on the desolate hearth-stone illuming Their coaches of cold , musty straw with its ray ; Sow calmly they rest , side by side , on the floor—• They shall husgar n » more . ' Oh ! dark it the elaai that Impends over Britain !

      The wrongs of the wretched make barren her toil ; That country with curses should ever £ e smitten Where perishing went is forbidden to toil-Where hunger kills more than disease or the sword , And white-handed Sloth finds a plentiful board . Tie following Toice from a * Chartiat farmer ' should convince oar Irish brethren that tho English Chartists are their tree friends : —

      AN APPEAL FOB , IRELAND . Tkere ' e a scream of despair from Erin ' s isle , A nation ' * tear and a nation ' s wail . It tells of iengoppression and guile , Its echo is borne on tbe western gale . Starvation stalks her plains among And fell disease with direful sway , Has stilled the peasants joyous song Whilst thousands pine and die away , Alas for Ireland ] will ao one save t Can Britain ' s ions no help afford ! Huet myriads sink into their grave , Whilst avarice counts its glittering hoard ! Shall landlords reap the harvest of their toil , And spend in luxury the peasant ' s gain , Whilst they who till their native soil Are dying fast from hunger ' * pain t

      Tes ! Britain's srm is stretched to save , H « r Commons Housebath heard your cry , Coercion first ! and then the grave ! Listen , ye rebel Celts—and die !; Oh , Heaven ! hear and avenge this doom , Oa tyrants let thy judgments fall . Save this wronged psople from the tomb , Avert their dismal funeral palL ~ And ye , the English patrist band , Dif claim your senate ' * fiendish howl ! Proclaim in thunder through the land Tomr hatred of Coercion foul . t Snpaort O'Conner asd the brave few ,

      The unequal struggle to maintain , Who ' mongst the faithless still are true . And well their country's cause sustain . Thoh » s Hibtih Whehui , O'Coanorville , We lately received a packet of hand-bills published and circulated by E . S . Wilkinson , « Hatter and . Sportsman , ' of 99 . " . Broad-street , Reading . These bills are , in their way , ' curiosities' of shop-keeping ' literature . ' The author announces that he deals in ' limiting . Shooting , Fishing , and [ Peaching Hats ;' but the said announcement is made subsidiary to the more important contents of the bills—denunciation of the Game Laws . These denunciatiens are both , in prose and poetry . We subjoin a specimen .

      THE PRINCE AND THE PEASANT . A G 1 H & LAW DIXIT . HE Speri for tbe Prince ! 'Tis bis pleasure to shoot ! Quick , to your duties—dogs , keepers , and lords ; Belt the rich flask on his gentleman ' s suit , Give him all aid that Place-worship affords . WSO Sport for the Prises ! Let his game-bags be fills ! , Lure the broad wings to tbe month of his gun ; Print in round number * the scores of his 'killed , ' And blason the blood-play of Koj ally ' s son FEEDS Sportfor the Prince ! Hem the mountain deer ronnd . Drive them in dorenp to leap to his lead ; If he aim at & breast in its fear-quickened bound , Though he miss , he may still bit some beautiful head

      THE Sport for the Prince J Let him go from the feast . In the Palsce where Plenty and Luxury reign ; Let him slaughter for pastime the bird and the beast , Aad go back to a feist in the Palace again , PHEASANT Sport for the Prince 1 Let him redden the earth , Let him butcher the spoil witk a jewel-decked hand , 'Battses'fortha Prince in a season of dearth , Preserves for the Prince in a bowel-pinched land . AND Food for the Peasant ! Ha , ha!—does he dare To go forth in his Hanger and kill for his TTant t Slay ho touch the wild partridge , or slay the wild bare , Though his meat may be none , and his bread maybe scant f

      STARVES Food for the Peasant ! He is but a man , And aay feel tho hard rubs in a lonely one ' s lot ; He hasmouthshs may love , that he'll fill if hessUj And he * eeth no sin In tbe snare or the shot . THE Food for the Peasant ! Tile thief ! does he dream That the rights of the ' great' shall be trampled by him ! The poacher , the rogue , let his barrel-flash gleam , There's the gaol for his home , and the chain for his liml ? .

      PEASANT Food for the Peasant ! Base hind , doeebe hope That his skill as a * m ' arfcsmsn * wi 1 meet with a word , Save the threat that pronounces the gibbet and rope , As too good for tbe villain that covets a bird . IS Food for the Peasant—nay , touch not a feather ; Starve and be patient , mean slave as you are ; Leave the brave onslaught of manor and heather , To purses with rent-rolls , and breast with a star . A Sport for the Princs ! Aid him , keepers and lords , Publish with praises tha blood he has spilt ; Food for the Peasant ! bring bludgeon and cords , Dub him a felon , and brand him with guilt .

      TYRANT . Sport for the Prince , People ' . —sport for the Prince ! Pood for the Peasant ! my ditty is done ! But we ' ve hearts in our boionit , and do they not wince Whsn comparing the Poor Man with Royalty ' * Son . We wish pood luck to Mr Wilkinson , and trust that hi * 'po ^ hirg hats' will ' goj ?* » PM £ . 0 « middifrduB fri & nds ( wehavo a few ) Bhtmld [ takei a hint from the Reading Hatter . They might take for their themes the abominations of class-legisiauon and the necessity for the Charter ; on the evils of land-monopoly and the advantages ot the Chartu * Land Plan ; on the folly of war and national glory . and the true glory of international ^^\ , f { taking this ceurse they might popularise their ' wares , ' fill their tills , and accelerate the progress of justice , freedom , fraternity , truth , and public happiness . A word to the wise sufficeth . We must mike room for the following rougtt DM tdlina composition of a working man .

      TO THE PEOPLE OF ENGLAND . Ye people of England arise ia your might , Demand from your rulers your Charter of right . Lettheshout of yoar millions indignant burst forth , 'Till tbe faces of tyrants turn pale at your wrath . Let your accents be heard at the wide palace gate , Where th e queea of fair Albion enthron'd sits in state , Where the minion * of power are with luxury fed , While her subjects are starring and crying for bread .

      « (Sstttrfaf, January 1st) Is The Birth-...

      While the wall of th « hungry is piercing the air , Ana tte , che * k . ofjb « . orphan Is wan with despair ,- She pampers her palate wiin ' prodigal meato . And admires * the patiencs * thatatarvesln her streets . The noble looks down with an eye of disdain , « a the peasant whota iaoonr BakeB fertUe ^ vi ^ a ^ Who build * up the palacs ambition to glut , And dies in despair ia a desolate hut . Crush'd down by oppression ' * intolerant law , The poor son of toil on his pallet of straw , *« vat with long anguish yields up his last breath , Aud halls with delight the glad welcome of death . How long shall such misery o ' ershadow the land , And famine and pestilence walk hand in hand , O ' er the home of oursires— . thelani of our birth—The fairest and dearest , best spot of the earth ? Up , np and be StirWag—your ginews are strong , You ' ve a sword in each suffering—a spear in eaeh wrong ,

      In each ehild of your homestead a . tongue that shall speak , Till the shackle * of tyranny sever and break . Insist on the right which your Industry yields , To be glad in your homes—to be free in your fields , Till released from the trammels of stationer birth , Ye enjoy without limit * the fruits ef tbe earth . Insist that the idle n » longer shall share In the wealth that is wrung from the sinews of care , That toil has a claim which no law shall abate , That the rlehe * are yours which your labours create . Do thi * in tbe » piritof firmnsss and peace . Unite , and the reign of oppression ( hall cease , And tyranny hnmbled _ h « - sceptre laid down , Shall cast from her brows her blood circled crown .

      On , on to the victory ! Shrink not nor pine , But rally around fair liberty ' s shrine , Leave > he slave-stricken dastard that ' s gasping for breath , And rush onward for liberty , glory or death . BUst 0 B - JomrJeKK * . We have now to direct the attention of our readers to a volume of genuine poetry , the production of an Irish working man *—a muslin-weaver—' whose education , whatever it may be , had to be purchased with , his own industry and perseveranne at an em * ployment not very remarkable for its remunerative qualities . ' Weought to have noticed this volume before now , for it has been some months in our possession , but , in truth , we had no great inclination to

      set ourselves to its perusal . We saw that the author was one of the poetical contributors to the Nasioh , and we , therefore , could hardly be in doubt as to the character of his poetry . We admit tbat the poeta of the Natioh can write well , write with true poetic fire ; but their talent * are fearfully misapplied . Tbey have deveted their pens to the wicked work of setting people against people , for no better reason than that the one are called English and the other Irish . The nationality-humbug is the grossest of delusions . The Russians are in possession of undisputed nationality—are tbey free ? Frenchmen , in spite of their great reverse at Waterloo , have preserved their nationality , of which they are not a little vain , but will any one have the hardihood to assert that Frenchmen are free ? We admit that it

      is well for the Swiss to maintain their nationality . We admit it is well for the Poles and Italians to seek the recovery , of their national power . But if we thought that ' nationality ' wag to be the only end of Polish and Italian struggles , we would never again write or utter another word in favour of either Poles or Italians . Our quarrel with the Nation poets is , that they have laboured madly , if not wickedly , to lash their countrymen into a fury arainst England , while , at the same time , they have done nothing to teach the people how to win real liberty , or preserve it when won . Had Ireland her * green flag , ' and all the rest of the theatrical paraphernalia of nationality the Nat < oh poets sigh for , it does not follow that the massofher people would be free and happy . We , Englishmen , have a national flag , ' St George ' s redcross banner / the ' flag that has braved a thousand years , the battle and the breeze ; ' a flag which was the victor-flag at Agiuceurt and Waterloo ; which

      floated victorious over the captured spoils of the mighty Armada , and France and Spain ' s naval hosts at Trafalgar . Possessing such a ' Sag / we ought , according to Natios notiens , to be a very happy people ! England has a mighty navy , a brave army , innumerable colonies , on her possessions'the sun never sets / What a great people the people of England must be I What more can the Natios poets hope for , what more could they desire ? Yet all this 1 glary , ' all this pomp of empire , all the power and all the wealth of our country , are monopolised by a privileged few . The mass of the people of England are politically and socially disinherited , and possess neither political power nor social comfort . Now , what guarantee will the Nation poetfl give to uh , that when they have made Ireland a nation , ' Irishmen will be better eff than Englishmen are ? Nationality may co-exist with the vilest slavery , as Englishmen know full well .

      We mustdo the author of the volume of poems before us , the justice ef saving , that he is , by no means , the most rabid of the Nation tribe . He exhibits a very laudable desire to unite Irishmen of every creed and every part of Ireland . So far , so good , but we are sorry that his fraternal sympathies should stop there . The ' patriot / whose one idea is the exaltation of his own country , only requires the aid ef favourable circumstances to make him the scourge of mankind . The non-pelitical poems in this collection-we esteem higher than the pelitical , for reasons already indicated . We will , however » give specimens of

      both;—A SOSG FOR TRUE MEN . Again , again , the tempest tones Of Ireland ' s true defenders , Arise , and ring above the groans And taunts of cold pretenders ; And prsuder yet theranks they'd smash , Shall wing yonng Erin ' s thunder , Till heaven itself shall feel the crash

      That cleaves our bonds asunder . For here ' s no heart Hath lot or part With Christian-creed ' s reviler ; Kor here ' s the lip Hath yearned to sip The flesh-pots of the spoiler . 'Twas not to gain the world ' s applause , Nor yet our country ' s favour ,

      We plunged osr spirits in her cause , And made it ours for ever : 'Twas not ta raise her struggling sonl , Till hope itself grew torture , And then to basely sink the whole In some unholy barter . Oh , here's no heart Hath lot or part With Erin ' s faith's reviler ; Nor here ' s the lip Hath yearned to sip

      ¦ The flesh-pots of the spoiler 2 We rose to see this island freed—For this , our hearts adore it ; We rose to blend oar every creed In sacred union o ' er it : We rose le > shatter foreign thrall , What knave v ; ould dare deny it ; And once again , or stand or fall , In Heaven ' s name we'll try it . And here ' s no heart Hath let er part With sacred faith ' * reviler ; Nor here ' s the li p Hath yearn'd to sip The flesh-pots of the spoiler

      My T/Liok. Mv Uhck Is Sturdy And Strong,...

      MY T / LIOK . MV UHck is sturdy and strong , And light is his foot on the heather ; And trnth has been wed to his tongue Since first we were talking together : And though he is lord of no lands , N >> r castle , nor cattle , nor dairy , My boy has bis health and his hands , And a heart-Ioad ef love for his Mary ; And wbat should a maiden wish mere ? One day at the heel of the eve , I mind it was snowing and blowing ; My mother was knitting I believe , Forme , I was singing and sewing ; My father tbe 'news' had looked o ' er , And there he sat humming * We'll wake'em !' When Click stepped in at the door As white as the weather could make him—¦ Oh , love never cooled with a frost 1

      He shook the snow out of his frieze . And drew up a chair by my father ; My spirits leaped up to my eyes , To see tbe two sitting together : They talked of our Isle and her wrongs , Till both wtra as mad as starvation ; Khen Click sung three or four songs , And closed with ' Hurrah for the Nation !' Oh 1 TJllck an Irishman still . My father caught hold of his hand , Tfleir hearts melted into each other ; While tears that she could not command , Broke loose from the eyes of my mother , ' Oar freedom ! ' she sighed , ' wirrasthrue !' A weman can say little in it , But had it to come by joutwo , I ' ve a guess of the way we should win it'Twould not be by weeping I'll swear ; And Uiick can think as a man ,

      And speak wfcen he rnpets a deaeivtr ; For UHck would knuckle to none For sake of their buttons and beaver : And though as a midsumaier night His soul is as mild , if ye raise it , He'll make ye slip out of his light , Though it be bis cailin that s » ys it . Ob , Ulick , there ' s pith in your arm !

      * Miieeuaneous Poemt And £<Mg*> B ? Fran...

      * MiieeUaneous Poemt and £ < mg *> B ? Franca Dams , ae'Bclfait Man . ' Belfast : John Henderson ; Dablin : J . H-Glaehau , D'OUtr-strect ; London : J . Gilbert , ? a tsrnoBter-row .

      * Miieeuaneous Poemt And £<Mg*> B ? Fran...

      He told me that night when aleae , He'd serape up . a trifle together , To kaoek up a hut of our ' etra , " Or furnish a * take'ifl'd rather : - And e er ho would own to depart , His Mary , as proud as a lady , ...-.. Confessed she would give him her heart-She might , when he had it already . Oh , Ullck ' s tbe light of my eyel

      Thoughts For The Present . Remember Tbe ...

      THOUGHTS FOR THE PRESENT Remember tbe proud year fortj-threo , Te men of the steel-toned era , Whose fall hearts heaved like a hill-hemmed sea , Round Mullaghmast and Tara ; . When the fiery foam of outgoshing words , From leadew stern and gifted , Broke over your ears like the clash of swords , By conquering bands uplifted I Men ! these are tbe days of doubt and guile j Of falsehood , fraud , and folly : Then ask jour hearts have ye jet an isle For which to bleed were holy . Oh yes—je ' ve the same green , laughing land , And the same hearts to adore her ; But men ! there's the same cold foreign hand , like a black blight hanging o ' er her . And your hearts have leaped in the living light Of the creed that proud yoar brought you ; And now , In the Heth of ban and blif ht ,

      Will ye stand by the truths it taught you ? Can ye bear with the frowns of a wayward fate , And yonr glorious work renew , rnvn ! Can ye smile at tho falsa world's craven hate ! Oh , ye can if ye be but true men ! And a bold-tongued spirit that brooks not fraud O ' er ouf wave-walked shores doth hover ; But the word and the will of an upright Ood Shall wiog it tbe island over ; And tbe heart that strangles tho honest thought That its innate whisptrer teaches , Shall shrive ) and shrink into soulless nought , Wherever that spirit preaches .

      Then up over mountain , rath , and moor , From Wexford to SlievegaUen , Ya men of tbe hearts tbat havo grown teo gm »* For a thing that is dark to dwell in J True men of east , w « st , sontb , and north , ( False ones we well can spare ye , ) Up , np and the thoughts that your souls bring forth ; .... In heaven ' s blue face declare yet Then , on is the seal that looks not back ! And the hope that truth inspires Shall light ye a lamp if the sky grow black , At the flash of your free hills' fires : And if round ye the guests of dissensions rise , Speak ye to their boltlets thunder ; While oneholy shrad of the green flag flies . True men shall be ranged elose under !

      Irish Friezb. 'Tis Aot The Coat, 'Tis No...

      IRISH FRIEZB 'Tis aot the coat , 'tis not its hue , Its texture , cut , or red or blue , Tbe might of mind can show , Or tell tbe deeds the arm can do For mankind ' s weal or woe ; 'Tis not the brightest gleaming brand That marks the truest , bravest hand , When slaves or tyrants take their stand To save or sink u ruined land ; Oh no 1 believe me , no I Howe'er the gilding band of art May varnish each unseemly part , Or deck the outward bowl ; That wonder-working thing , tho heart , Or makes or mars tbe whole ; For who the foamy mountain sees , When all unmarshalled by the breeze , The warrior billow rests at ease ; And so beneath a coat of frieze , May rest a hero ' s soul .

      'Twas mountain might , in frieze arrayed , Tbat first and last , on death ' s parade , In Erin ' * cause was seen ; Till even vlet ' ry turned dismayed From ruin ' s reeking sheen : And witness mute , but proudly true , To this our island o ' er we view , In mounds of more th & n verdure ' s hue , With bright flowerets glancing through That fee-blood nourish'd green I Oh 2 bold and true of heart and hand , When vengeance whirled her dripping brand ,

      And tyrants tpught their knees ; And flags and shouts for fatherland Electrified the breeze ; 'Twas rustic chiefs that foremost led The foremost feet where foetnen fled ; And oh , may heaven be their bed , Who thus have fought , and thus have bled In coats of Irish frieze !

      Nanny, Oh! For An Hour When The Day Is B...

      NANNY , Oh ! for an hour when the day Is breaking Down by the shore when the tide is makinr ! Fair as a white cloud , thou , love , near me : None hut the waves snd tbysslt to hear me : Oh I to my breast how these arms would press thee Wildly my heart in its jey wonld bless theet Oh , how the soul thou bast won would woo tboe , Girl of the snow-neck ! closer to me . Oh ! for an hour as the day advances , ( Out where the breeze on the broom-bash dances ) Watching tbe lark , with the sun-ray o ' er us , Winging tho notes of his heaven-taught chorus !

      Oh ! to be there , and my love before me , Soft as a moonbeam smiling o ' er me ; Thou would but love , aud I would woo thee : Girl of the dark eye ! closer to me . Ob ' for an hour where the son first found US , ( Out in tbe eve with its red sheets round us ) . Brushing the dew irom the gale ' s softwinglets , Pearly and sweet , with thy long dark ringlets : Oh ! to be there on the sward beside thee , Telling my tale , though I know you'd chide me ; Sweet were thy voice though it should undo me—» Sir ! of the dark locks ! closer to me .

      Oh ! for an hour by night or by day love , Just as the heaven and thou might say , love . Far from the stare of the cold-eyed many , Bound in the breath of my dere-eoul Nanny ! Oh ! for the pure chains tbat have bound me . Warm from tby red lips circling round me ! 0 ! i ! in my son ) , as the light above me , Queen of the pure heart * , do I love thee ! The following is one of the most magnificent lyrics ever penned ; had tho author never written another line , this hymn of Ireland to thel' God of Freedom , ' would of itself have won for him the poet's crown

      ;—MY BETROTHED ; Oh , come my betrothed , to thine anxious bride , Too long have they kept thee from my side ! Sare I sought theo by mountain and mead , asthors ! Aud I watched and I wept till my heart was sore , While tbe false to the false did say : We will lead her away by tbe mound and tbe rath , And we ll nourish her heart in its worst than death Till her tears sh » H have traced a pearly path , For the work of a future day . Ah , little they knew what their guile could do ! It has won me a hoot of the stera and true , Who have sworn by the eye ef the yellow sun , That my home is their hearts till thy hand be won :

      And they ' ve gathered my tears and sighs ; And they ' ve woven them into a cloudy frown , That shall gird my brow like an ebony crown . Till these feet in tny wrath shall have trampled down All , all that betwixt us rise ! Then come , my betrothed , to tby anxious bride ! Thou art dear to my brsast as my heart ' s redtida ; And a wonder It Is you can tarry so long- . And your soul eo proud , and your arm so strong , And your limb without a chain ; And your feet in their flight like tke midnight wind , When he bah : at the flash tbat he leaves behind ; And yonr heart so warm , and your look bo kind—* Oh , come to my breast again !

      Ob , my dearest has eyec like the noontide sun ; So bright tbat my own dare scarce look on : And the clouds of a thousand years gone by , Brought back , and again on the crowded sky , Heaped haughtily , pile o ' er pile ; Then all In a boundless blaze outspread , Kent , shaken , and tosstd o'er tbeir flaming bed , Till eaeh heart by the light of the heavens was read , Were as nought to his softest smile ! And te hear my love in his wild . mirthsing To the flap of the battle-god ' s fiery wing ! How his chorus shrieks through the iron tones Of crashing towers and creaking thrones , And the crumbling of bastions strong ! Yet , sweet to my ear as the sigh that slipa From the nervous dance ofa maiden ' s lips , When the eye first wanes in its love eClipSPj In bis soul-creating song 1

      Then come , my betrothed , to thine ansious bride ! Thou host tarried too long , but I may not chide ; Fer the prop and the hope of my home thou art , Ay the vein that suckles my growing heart : Oh , I'd frown on the world for thee ! And it is not a dull , cold , and soulless clod , With a lip in the dustat a tyrant ' s nod , Unworthy one glance of the patriot ' s god , That you ever shall find in me . ' Our last extract is , to our fancy , one of the most charming of this volume ' s contents : —

      A REQUEST , Ob , when I am clasped to the bosom ol death , Will you make me a grave whtre the ocean ' s breath May around me rise in the whirlwind spring That the billowy wanderers leve to sing \ . For I ' ve rode in their ire some twice or thrice , And my soul would feast nn that thunder voice ! And when in the earth this body ye fling , Ten thousand to one but the terapuat king May shift his throne to a shoreward sea , And shriek the anthem of death for me . Then , make me a grave by the Whitehouse shore , For I lore the spot , and its whirlwind roar , !

      Nanny, Oh! For An Hour When The Day Is B...

      Than a golden cloud on an evening sky , More falrjs Jthe spot ; where I'd wish to He ; " - ~ . There tho angel of spring is on winter's path , Ere the foam of bis Up hath left the heath ! While the hoar he bad tossed from hi * brow of gloom Seems only a shower of silver bloom , Oh , my heart and my soul ' s in tbe wave and the wold , And their paradise glories of green and gold ; And the life-like sigh of the rainbow rills , And that laughing monarch of Ulster ' s hills , Who . e riven-rock lips in the smile appears They have worn , and may wear , for a thousand years !

      Then make me a crave by the Whitehouse shore , For tbe longer I look I love the more . Were my nearest and dearest not cradled there ? Oh , the first of their food was its ocean air ! And their lore of home ' s in this laward tide , That fires my soul with a gaelic pride : For theirs was a race whose plumes of yore Oft danced in the flash of the good claymore . But oh , for my sire ' s adopted land ! I ' ve an Irish heart and an Irish band ; And the heart would dare , if the hand could do , What her friends might wish , and her toes might rue . ' Let others sigh for a gilded bed , With its curtains of marble ronnd their head ; Ho curtain or couch of art for me ,

      I would rathsr repose in the wildest sea , Where the tempest prince in his mirth might come , And over mo rear a tower of foam ; * Or rattle around with his steeds ef spray—How my spirit could laugh at tbeir wildest neigh ! And his golden bolts , as they cleave the cloud , Would gild me o'er my slimy sbroud . Then make me a grave by the Whitehouse shore , For the longer I look I love the more ] There are a few pieces in this volume , utterly out of place in the good company associated with them ; we allude to' Lines en tho blank leaves of a hooK ; ' ' Love and Leisure : ' ' Genius and no Moonshine : '

      and * Matt Muokatave / With these , exceptions we can conscientiously recommend this volume to the lovers of poetry ; who we trust will encourage the author te farther attempts , in which attempts we shall hope to find Mr Davis something less of a na . tionalist , and more ofa democrat ; none the less an Irishman , but something more of a cosmopolite . Earnestly praying for that union of Englishmen , Irishmen , and Scotchmen , which must result in the freedom and happiness of the three countries , we repeat the heartfelt wish expressed in our last number , tbat each and all of our readers may find in 1818—' A Happi Nbw Year /

      Liuab Farih.—It Is The Intention Of The ...

      LiuaB Farih . —It is the intention of the Duke of Sutherland to abolish the large farms in Sutherlandshire , as fast as the present leases fall in . The present tenants , or , ns they ara there denominated tacksmen , ' are frequently Bin-resident , and hold as much land as will graze twenty thousand sheep . It ia his Grace ' s intention in future to divide these large holdings into four or more farms , a clause enforcing residence being inserted in every lease . Another part ot the duke ' s plan is to create arable farms at rents varying from £ 50 to £ 100 per annum . His Grace of Sutherland has been highly extolled for his benevolence , but he will deserve greater praise for carrying out this scheme than were he to distribute the whole of his immense revenues in alms , and although ho may not be able to lestore those to their homes who have been so cruelly dispossessed to create these gigantic sheep-walks , yet , by carrying out his humane intentions , he will afford employment for the poor , and give honest industry an opportunity of obtaining its reward .

      Infamous Assbmm bt ran Russian Despotism . — Some of the Paris journals lately copied from tho Prussian newspapers an account of an attempt , on the part of the Russian Government , to carry off to Siberia , from the territory of Prussia , M . Dorabrowski , who was a party in the late political trial at Berlin . This piece of intelligence , which appeared incredible from the fact being contrary to the most elementary notions of the right of nations , is confirmed by letters from correspondents worthy of credit . The following appear to be the circumstances of the cose : —M . Dorabrowski , the only son of General Dombrowski , who commanded the Folieh h > gions in Italy nnder the directory , and whose name is found inscribed on the Arc-de-Triomphe at Paris , is a native of the grand duchy of Posen , and

      consequently a Prussian subject . After the death of his father , he was educated at Berlin , and afterwards served in the Piugsian army as officer of artillery . After some years' service he quitted the army and married a Polish lady , who brought him some property in the kingdom of Poland and in the grand duchy of Posen , close to the frontier . When the insurrection burst out last year in different parts of Poland , M . Dorabrowski , being at bis wife ' s property , wa g implicated in one of the movements which had for its leader , PantaJdon Potocki . After this attempt had failed , he succeeded in reachiag | the Prussian territory by the swiftness of his fcorse . He was there arrested , and in the course of time tried at Berlin , for having troubled the tranquillity and ' order of a neighbouring country . The court condemned him

      to two years' impriHonment in a fortress . The nows of this sentence , which it considered altogether too light , greatly irritated the Russian government in Poland , looking , as it did , on M . Dombrowski as the accompliccof Potooki , who was hanged last year on a gibbet in the citadel of Warsaw . Tbe Russian government , inconsequence , understanding that M . Dombrowski had been allowed , under heavy bail , to visit his prooerty before he underwent his confinement , gave orders " to the Russian authorities on the frontiers of Posen to seize on his person , even if in doing so they violated the Prussian territory . A letter from Berlin , in the Cologne Gazette , states howthis intention . failed : — 'A party | of Cossocks , ' says

      the letter , " proceeded twice to the property ofM . Dombrowski , and not finding him , endeavoured to induce fl ip peasants to betray him . Far from doing so , the latter gave him warning of what was going on . Being also informed by the sub-prefect of the trap laid for him , M . Dombrowski took refuge at the house of his father-in-law , Count Lacki . and it is now announced that he will arrive ia a few days at Berlin ( o constitute himself a prisoner . The news of this affair has excited a profound sensation here . It may be remembered that the name of M . Dombrowski was affixed to the gibbet on which Potocki suffered , and that tho horse on which he escaped was killed at its foot . This circumstance can give an idea of Russian justice . '

      Demise of an aged Radical . —The Glasgow Post records the death of an old and much respected radical reformer ( Mr William Lang , printer ) , which occurred at Dunoon on Tuesday last . Mr Lang was in the seventy sixth year of his age , and although for a number of years past unable to take an active part in the business of pelitical agitation , he was devotedly attached to those principles of radical reform in the legislature of the country , which gained for him , in darker and more precarious times , a reputation which was by no means favourable to his advancement amongst certain classes in the community . In the days of Sidmouth and Castlereagh , and when spy Richmond had a local habitation and a name , Mr Lang was taken into custody in 1810 , along with his brother in-law , Mr Turner , of Thrr . ahgrove , on a charge of high treason , the treasonable part of Mr Lang ' s conduct being the crime ef having printed the resolutions adopted at the public meeting held on the grounds of Mr Turner , on behalf of parliamentary reform .

      Nsw Industrial Resource for Boys in Glasgow . —In Glaogow there is , and has been for a considerable period , a large class of ragged urchins , from ten to twelve years ,-who carry on a regular trade is catching rats , and disposing of them alive to parties who reward then' for their labour at rates averaging IJd . to 2 d . a head , according to size and the number in the market . By this profession these daring boys earn a livelihood , and soma of them who are well up to their business , make as much as ten shillings a week . The process of catching the vermin" is exceedingly simple , and generally pretty successful . Having discovered a hole in a stable , cel l ar , or back building , where rats are

      plentiful , the snarcr takes * piece ef cord of some length , upon the end of which be makes a noose equal to the size of the hole over which he has resolved to watch , and after putting down meal or bread to attract his intended prey , he stations himself with the cord in Lis hand , watching like a patient angler until his victim pops out his head or nart of his body , when by a sndden jerk he hooks him in the noose , and then with the aid of his bonnet , or some other thick cloth , seizes the living prize as if it was a canary or a mavis- Having deposited the rat in a cage or place of safety , he returns to his work , and In this way proceeds to rid tha tenement where he carries on operations of hordes of useless and destructive vermin . —Glasgow Post .

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      (From The Gazette Of Tuesday, Deo, 28.) ...

      ( From the Gazette of Tuesday , Deo , 28 . ) BANKRUPTS . Thomas Chatto , Morpeth , Northumberland , linendraper—Edward Evans , Wrexham , Denbighshire , shopkeeper-Thomas Joshua Fenton , Falcon . square , City , wine merchant—RobertHuyward , Landport , Hampshire , brewer — Wm . Lee , Wohurn-green , Buckinghamshire , fruiterer , —John Smith Maling , Scarborough , Yorkshire , joiner—Susannah Milton , High-street , Hounslow , clothier —Edward Norris , Manchester , commission agent—Charles Norton , Ellesmero , Shropshire , miller-Richard Miller Shorter , Camomile-street , City , corn dealer—Edward Snow , Nottingham , draper—William James Townshend , Wellcloso square , cork manufacturer . SCOTCH SEQUESTRATIONS .

      John Anderson , Edinburgh , tailor—George Forrest , Lanark , brewer—Samuel Laing , Edinburgh , manufacturer of kelp—James Robertson 'Mae ' diarniid , Glasgow , commission merchant—Daniel Mackenzie , jun ., Glasgow , merchant—John Mackenzie , lately sheriff substitute oi the Lewes—Thomas Mnrtin , Kilsyth , jnanufacturer — Andrew Mercer , sen ., and Andrew Mercer , jun „ Ediu « burgh and Glasgow , merchants—Alexander Port 20 us , Edinburgh , spirit dealer — Donald Robertson , Perth , vintner—William Hood Rowan and Stephen Rowan , Glasgow , ship builders-. Tames Sloan , and " . Robert Faulds Simpson , Glisgow , merchants—Hugh Tod and Henry David llilh Edinburgh , bankers .

      Trades Movements. London Shoemakrbb. — T...

      TRADES MOVEMENTS . London Shoemakrbb . — To thb ; Ennon op th » ' Norihbrh Stab . '—If you would allow me a corner in yonr invaluable journal , to note a Movement that is now being made to rally the trades of the metropolis , you would much oblige a few zealous friends of freedom with whom I have the honour to act . If ever there was a time in the history of onr country when it behoved the working people to thinR deepl y upon their own position in society , that time is the present , for who that hath a mind above tn « veriest slave can look back for the last few yeare , and mark the gradual depression of trade , in all its bearings , but must feel some alarm and apprehension as to the present frightful state of society . It 18

      Ei 7 ? ii ~ i i 2 ¦ . abundnat harvest ; but those who tilled the so . ! , sowed tho seed , and reaped tbe g orious frmts of the earth , aro starving amid theplenty of their own creation . It is true we have cleared away the abominable ccrn laws , that havebeen such a barrier to our commercial speculation and national onterprisn , but where is our promised reward f where is the happiness , peace , and plenty , which was to follow upon tho death of this wicked and oppressive law , that withheld food from the people ? Here—cry the thousands of industriously , inclined mechanics ' who aro wandering naked beggars through the land—here is our reward . It is time that the trades should be moving in these matters ; it is timo ; that all who live on their own labour

      should not only think , but resolve upon some bold and united mode of action . I hold that tho people of this country possess the power , whenever they possess the will , to werk out their own emancipation . To accomplish so desirable a consummation . la few of the most influential members of the West End and City Societies oi Ladies' Shoemakers , have resolved upon agitating the metropolis , by holding discussions upon the most important subjects connected with the interests of the working men . These debates will bo continued on Sunday evenings , and alternately in different parts of the town in order , to afford all an opportunity to attend . _ Ifc is requested that all who can make it convenient will attend , and endeavour to form an { union of mind as well as men .

      ADDRESS OF THE JOINT COMMITTEE OF THE WEST END AND CITI WOMEN'S MEN , BBIONQIHQ XO THE HATIONAI . ASS 0 « tATlO » Ol UMITOT

      TBADKS . Fellow ShopmatoQ , ^ . We live in an ag » ef selfishnessand co-oppoBttlon , and dwell in a land of exaction and oppression . Each man , entirely indifferent to the wel . fare of his fellow" creature , appear * only solicitous topromote his own individual interest , even though it be to the ruin of his neighbour . It is from this principle of self . love that tho knowing are taking advantage of the Ignorant—tho strong of the weak—the rich of tbe poor—and the peor of one another ; which gives to therich the lion's share , and te those who work tho hardest , and toil longest , the smallest wages .

      That some members of society should become poor through Idleness , imprudence , or extravagance , is not iUrprlsing ; but for whole communities to become poor by industry , is monstrous . To labour and want , and to labour in fear of still greater want even in the midst of abundance , is that which renders the condition of the British shoemaker worse than that of the negro slave , Tho slave dreads no want of employment—fears no want of bread ; his master is bound by law and interest to provide tor him and his family . The master of the black is compelled by interest louse every means to promote

      his health , and prolong his life , as he will have to keep him while sick , bury him when dead , and buy a new one in his stead . It is otherwise with the journeyman shoemaker ; his master loses nothing either by his death or his discharge , but often gains an advantage by obtain . Ing one in his place to do more work for less wages . Remember the capitalists , as a class , have no sympathy for you ; their chief object is to obtain from you the greatest amount of labour at the very lowest price ; whilst , by reducing wages , or decreasing tbe number of their workmen , they convert every change and circumstance into profit .

      See , then , your condition as a body of artisans , and ask yourselves , What is the remedy ? and the unanimous response will be—association , organisation , and co-operation . By association alone ean you successfully contend with the monster , competition . For one moment rtflect on tho miserable pittance , viz , from pumps 7 d . t « welts If . per pair , doled out in many parts of the metropolis , out of which the journeyman has to provide grindery , candle , and keep his tools in orier ; what can he then have left for his family on Saturday night ? Is not this a l & msntable state of things ? yet this is not tho worst side of the picture . About Somen Town and-Bethnal Green , and the eastern part of the metropolis , a system of middlemen has crept in , who employ a large

      number of slaves to labour for them , at such wages as enables them to serve the manufacturers with women ' s shoes at I 5 s . per dozen ! By the effects of such compe » tition the condition of tke labourer is becoming worse and worse . The labourer has no protection but by organisation ; The raonied claiees are associating in every possible form and feature to make more money ; they cannot make more without Its coming either dirrctly or indirectly from the labourer . Then why not the labourer organise to make bis labour more valuable , b > demanding hettt-r wages for it ? The ' organisation of labour , a question of intense interest , must soon take the lead of all others , bseausp , for the mass of mankind , it is a question of life and death . '

      Arouse yourselves , working men from yeur apathy and inactivity ! be no longer tbe willing slaves of tho unfeeling manufacturers , and the tool of the merciless speculators ! The bettering of ^ your condition lies in your own hands . The condition of the working classes has become one of th <> great questions of the age ; and if working men will bestir themselves , earnestly and enthusiastically , to emancipate themselves , the work will be done . Then , shopmates , let not this call be made in vain , but unite , under the auspices of the National Association of United Trades , and show to the ' country , and the world at largo , that yen are determined no longer

      to submit to the iron arm of capital , but that you are aliro to the instructions given by one of the greatest statesmen of | the day—Sir Robert Feel , i . e . to take your own affairs into your own hands ; that whatever has hitherto occurred to disunite you , shall be in future obviated ; that henceforth our motto shall be 'Onward and we conquer—backward and we fall I' Then will the clarion of your renown be heard throughout the land , and you will be blessed as benefactors by generations yet unborn , while the approving voice of conscience will swell the general symphony , and history will write yonr names with light in tbe Book of Immortality ,

      In order to carry out the complete organisation of the metropolis , the committee of the WeatEnd and City have united , and will enter members at ( 5 d . each , on meeting nights , at tbe King and Queen , Foley . street ; the Three Compasses , Little Marylebouo-slreet , Marylebone ; the Fish , F : sher-street , Red Lion-square ; the Bull and Bell , Ropsraaker-street , Finsbury ; the Marquis of Granby , Kensington ; the Chspel . house , Chapel , street , Pentonville ; the Britannia , High-street , Hackney ; and on any day at G , Grtonslnde ' s , 21 , Allerten-streot , Buxton , and at J . Smlthyes ' , Grinder , 27 , Union-street , Marylebone , By order of the Committee , Thohas Holmes , Chairman , James Smithies , Secretary , Casd-Loom Operatives . —At a quarterly meeting of the Card-Laosn Oparativas' Association , representing fifteen of thejargest manufacturing districts , held at Rochdale , December 19 th , the following resolutions were passed unanimously : —

      That we , as reprsseutistives of large and important districts in Lancashire , Clieshiro , and Yorkshire , do hereby declare our firm conviction that the Tea Hours ' Bill , carried out honestly and fully , Is calculated to benefit both the employed aud employer ; as it would cause greater regularity of employment , by enforcing a uniform system of regulating the hours of labour ; to say nothiB ? of the inability of young persons and females to work more than ten hours a day , with a due regard to their health , ' and as moral and intellectual beings . And as operatives ourselves , and as representing vast numbers of operatives , wo do consider the conduct of any parties attempting to get up an agitation for the repeal of tho whole , or any part of the Ten Hours' Bill , as highly condemnatory ; and tbat such parties are deserving of the censure of the working classes generally .

      Winlaton Nailmakbrs . —Received on behalf of the Horse-. Nailmakers strike at Winlaton , the following subscriptions : — £ , s . d . Winlaton ... ... ... 2 11 6 Swalwell ... ... ... 0 8 0 Winlaton Mills . „ , „ 0 110 Carlisle ... ... ... 0 2 0 Buryliclge Colliery ... ... 0 5 9 Total £ 3 9 2 Winlaton , Dae . 28 th , 1847 .

      WiGAy . —On Sunday , the 2 nd of January , 1848 , a delesate meeting will be held at tho house of Mr ffm . Mach , Canal-bridge , Skevington , when all trades connected with the National Association are expected to be represented . The chair to be taken at three o ' clock precisely . All parties wanting cards find rules of the United Trades' Association , are requested to call or send to Warrington-lane , when thiir communication will be punctually attended to by J . Lenegait , District-Secretary .

      The Tkw Hours' Question.—Clerks, Shopmen...

      The Tkw Hours' Question . —Clerks , shopmen , and other advocates of short time , are generali / large supporters of Athenaeums , and similar institutions , but , in asking for short hours themselves , ' they are sometimes forgetful of others . Thus , the Glasgow Athan ^ um advertisesfor n superintendent , librarian , porter , and boy , their hours of labour after deducting time for meals , being in three of the cases , eleven , twelve , and twelve and a half hours per diem . It is also significant that the porter is to commence with a salary of £ 40 , and the librarian with £ 25 . Christopher North says , ' It is no wonder women love cats , for both are graceful and both domestic ^ not to mention that they both scratch . ' © Some fine flax , producing SOOiba . to the acre , bafl been eio th in Van Diemen ' a Land . „ _

  • Citation
    • Northern Star (1837-1852), Jan. 1, 1848, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/ns2_01011848/page/3/