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The " Cricket on the Hearth necessarily occupied so much of our space last week , as to leave us no room for several choice scraps of poetry , which we had designed to form part of our " Garland ; " added to which , we have this week received Mr . Cooper ' s Christmas Poem . We are , therefore , induced to give a Supplementary "Garland , " or , " New Tear ' s Wreath , " which we hope to make acceptable to our readers . Mr . Cooper ' s poem , of course , claims our first attention ; we shall , therefore , at once introduce our readers to
©& e Eaton ' s Yule tfmt . $ @ tjristmas Srjpmc . By Thomas Cooper , the Chartist . Losnos : J . How , 209 , Piccamlix . This poem is simply what it professes to be , —a •* Christmas Rhyme . " ' It has no pretensions to the " grand , " and is not at all likely to excite that discussion which the "Prison Rhyme" has caused , and will yet cause . We say , " will yet cause " for , sure Via are , that" The Purgatorj of Suicides" is destined to command greater attentionthan . it hasyetmetwith Up to the present time most of the quarterly and monthly reviewers have been " silent with regard to ike " Purgatory . " Excepting slight" notices "—not " reviews " i-in the "New Monthly , "
the"Hlaminated , " and "Tait ' s Magazines , " none of the monthly or quarterly periodicals have informed their readers that such a work exists . This silence , on ¦ which we are compelled to put the woretconstrnction , cannot last ; the reviewers will be compelled , by and by , to speak out A second edition of the " Purga tory , " we imagine , cannot be far on ; and when that comes , when the reviewerssee that the burking process has failed to stifle the voice of the Chartist rhymester , they will be compelled to break their silence . Then Mr . Coopee may expect to be uncere moniously and unsparingly castigated , and the spirit which exhibited itself in the drivelliugs of the " Literary Gazette , " will be savagely manifested in ihe fierce denunciations poured forth bj
"Blackwood" and the " Quarterly , " In ourantieipationsof ihe future we may not be exactly correct , but we are pretty confident that further praise and blame , from friends and foes , is in store for the "Purgatory of Saidda . " This " Christmas Rhyme " is of the simplest construction , and has little of stirring incident to recommend it . As ( we would fain believe ) a not unfaithful picture of the " olden time , " when baron and yeoman , squire and serf , commingled together , as men of a common mould , to hold joyous festival at the season honoured by custom and religion—influences which yet survive—so viewed , this " Rhyme " Las its charms which cannot fail to find favour in the eyes of the reader . Mr . Cooper seems bent on
making his native county famous . He did not a little towards that end in bis "Wise Saws and Modern Instances ; " and , as with most of those tales , so with this " Christmas Rhyme , " the scene of the story is laid in Lincolnshire . We suppose Mr . Cooper is not ambitious of winning the " Laureateship , " at least not this side of his Chartist and Republican dreams being realised ; but we think he may fairly lay claim to the title of "Lincolnshire ' s Laureate "—a title which neither himself nor his satire comity need be ashamed of . Thorold , the baron of Torksey Castle , Lincolnshire , assembles his tenants and vassals to make merry at Cbxistmas-fide . Thorold is a Saxon , and has gained back the lands which , his fathers held prior to the Noanan invasion . The baron is a widower , bat , like most of the barons of romance , has an only daughter , who is not only beauty personified , but also the personification of all the virtues .
She , of coarse , has a lover , who appears to be of Ivorman blood , and of the family which had disputed possession of Torksey Hall with the Thorolds ; consequently regarded as an enemy by the Saxon baron . At the merry-making at the castle on Christmas eve , the lover makes his appearance disguised as a minstrel , and , of course , his services are called into requisition . The feasting is renewed the next day ( Christinas-day ) , when tiie minstrel is again present . He recites or sings several ballads , most of them having indirect or direct allusion to his love for the baron ' s daughter . The baron ' s suspicions are roused , then confirmed , and the love-sick youth is likely to find himself awkwardly situated , when a lucky accident dispels the baron ' s wrath , and the proscribed Korman gains the hand of his Iadye-Iove , with her father ' s mil consent . Such , in brief , is the thread on which , the poet has strong his description of a Christmas revelry in the " days of old . "
Some of oar readers , who regard Mr . Coopee as a Chartist rather than a poet—perhaps we should speak more correctly in saying , " who regard him as a cSartutpoet ? ' —may object that thisBtory of barons , minstrels , and love-sick ladies , is hardly a fitting theme . Mr . Cooren , in the opening of the third canto , unanticipated and answered this objection . He shall speak for himself : —
IHB POEI S AFOLOGT . Mirth-verse from thee , rude leveller ! Of late , thy dungeon-harpiugs were Of discontent and wrong ; And we , the Privileged , were banned For cumber-grounds of fatherland , In thy drear prison-song . What fellowship hast thou with times When love-thralled minstrels chaunted rhymes At feast , in feudal hall , — And peasant churls , a saucy cretr , Fantastic o ' er their wassail grew , Forgetful of their thrall I—
Lordlings , your scorn awhile forbear , — And with the homely Fast compare Your tinselled show and state ! Hark , if your selfish grandeurs cold Onhumanhearts so firm ahold For ye , and yours , create As they possessed , -whose breasts though rude Glowed with the warmth of brotherhood For all who toiled , through youth and age , 3 " enrich their force-won heritage ! Mark , if ye feel your swollen pride Secure , ere ye begin to chide ! Then , lordlings , though ye may discard The measures I rehearse , Slight not the lessons of the bard—The moral of his verse . —
But we will dare thy verse to chide ! Wouldst re-enact the Barmecide , And taunt our wretchedness With visioned feast , aad song , and dance , While , daily , oar grim heritance Is famine and distress ? Hast thou forgot thy pledges stern , i ever from Suffering ' s cause to turn , But—to the end of life—Against Oppression ' s ruthless band Still onsubduableto stand , A champion in the strife ? Think ' st thou we suffer less , or feel To-day's soul-piercing wounds do heal The wounds of months and years ! Or that oar eyes so long bare been Familiar with the hungry keen Oar babes endure , we gaze serene-Strangers to scalding tears ?
Ah no 3 my brothers , not from me Hath faded solemn memory Of all your bitter grief : This heart its pledges doth renew-To its last poise it Kill be true To beat for your relief . My rhymes are trivial , but my aim Seem ye not purposeless : I would the homely truth proclaim-That times which knaves full loudly blame For feudal haughtiness Would put the grinding crew to shame Who proy on your distress . 0 that my simple lay might tend To Itindle some remorse In your oppressors' souls , aud bend Their wills a . cheerful help to lend And lighten labour ' s corse . '
Return we now to the beginning of the poem W-iich opens with the following picture of
TOBESET BALL , Sight beautiful is Torksey's hall , Adown by meadowed Trent ; Hight beautiful that mouldering wall , And remnant of a turret tall , Shorn of its battlement . For , whilethechildreaof the Spring Blush into life , and die ; And Summer's joy-birds take light wing When Autumn mists are nigh ; And soon the year—a winteriing—With its feU'n leaves doth lie ; That ruin gray—Mhror'd , alway ,
Deep in the silver stream , Doth summon iveird-wrought visions vast , That show the actors of the past Pictured , as in a dream . Me seemeth , now , before mine eyes The pomp-clad phantoms dimly rise , Till the foil pageant bright—A throng of warrior-barons bold , Glittering in burnished steel and gold , Bursts an my glowing sight ,
And , mingles with the martial train , Full many & fair-tressed beauty vain , On palfrey and jenet—That proudly toss the tasselled rein , And daintily curvet ; Aud war-steeds prance , Aud rich plumes glance On helm and burgonet ; And lances crash , And falchions flash Of knighBin tourney met ,
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Our fathers and their throbbing toil Are hushed in pulseless death ; Hushed is the dire aud deadly broil—The tempest of their wrath ; Yet , of their deeds not all for spoil Is thine , 0 sateless Grave ! Songs of their hrother-hourg shall foil Thy triumph o'er the brave ! Their bravery take , anddarkl y hide Deep in thy inmosthold ! Take all then-mailed pomp and pride To deck thy mansionscold 1 Flnnderer . ' thou hast hut purified
Their memories from alloy ; Faults of the dead we scorn to chide—Their virtuessing with joy . Lord of ourfathers' ashes 1 list A carol of their mirth ; Nor shake thy nieve , chill moralist ! To check their sons' joy-birth : — Itis the season when our sires Kept jocund holiday ; And , now , around our charier fires , Old Yale shall have a lay : — A prison-bard is once more free ; And , ere he yields his voice to thee , His song a merry-song shall be !
Our next extract describes the commencement of the merry-making on
CHRISTMAS EVE . Sir Wilfrid deThorold freely holds What his stout sires held before—Broad lands for plough , and fruitful folds , — Though by gold he sets no store ; And he saith , from fen and woodland wolds , From marish , heath , and moor , — - To feast in his hall , Both free and thrall , Shall come as they came of yore . " Let the merry bells ring out 1 " saith he To my lady of the Fosse ; " We will keep the birth-eve joyfully "Of our Lord who bore the cross !"
* ' Let the merry bells ring loud ! " he saith Te Saint Leonard ' s shaven prior ; "Bid thylosel monks that patter of faith "Shew works , and never tire . " Saith the lord of Saint Leonard's : "The brotherhood " Will ring and never tire "For a beck or a nod of the Baron good ;"Saith Sir Wilfrid : " They will— for hire !" Then , turning to his daughter fair , Who leaned on her father ' s carven chair , — He said . —and smiled
On his peerless child , — His jewel whose price no clerk could tell , Though the clerk had told Sea sands for gold « — For her dear mother ' s sake he loved her well , — But more for the balm her tenderness Had poured on his widowed heart ' s distress ;—More , still more , for her own hearts grace That so Iovelily shone in her lovely face , And drew all eyes its love to trace—' Left all tongues languageless . '—
He said , —and smiled On his peerless child , — "Sweet bird ! bid Hugh our seneschal Send to Saint Leonard's , ere even-fall , A fat fed beeve , and a two-shear sheep , With a firkin of ale that a monk in his sleep May hear to hum , when it feels the broach , And wake up and swig , without reproach !—And the nuns of the Fosse—for wassail-bread—Let them have wheat , both white and red ; And a runlet of mead , with a jug of the wine Which the merchant-man vowed he brought from the Bhine ; And bid Hugh say that their hells must ring A peal loud and long , While we chaont heart-song , For the birth of our heavenly king !" The " mummers" then make their appearance , and the " Yule-leg" is brought in in triumph .
They pile the Yule-log on the hearth , — Soak toasted crabs in ale ; And while they sip , their homely mirth Is joyous as if all the earth For man were void of bale ! And why should fears for future years Mix jolly ale with thoughts of tears When in the horn ' tis poured t And why should ghost of somw fright The bold heart of an English wight When beef is on the board f . The " stranger minstrel" now enters the hall , and is hailed with a shout of welcome . lie is not long allowed to remain idle ; accordingly , he _ commences with a tale , or ballad , called "The Daughter of Plantagenet . " We give the subjoined specimens of the " minstrel ' s"merits : —
'lis midnight , and the broad full mo Jn Fours on the earth her silver noon ; Sheeted in white , like spectres of fear , Their ghostly forms the towers uprear ; And their long dark shadows behind them are cast , Like the frown of the cloud when the lightning hath past , The warder sleeps on the battlement , And there is not a breeze to curl the Trent , The leaf is at rest , and the owl is mute-But list ! awaked is the woodland lut « : The nightingale warbles her omen sweet On the hour when the ladye her lover shall Meet . « * * * Honiara ' s skiff is on the Trent ,
And the stream is raits strength , — For a surge , from its ocean-fountain sent , Pervades its giant length : Roars the hoarse heygre in its course , Lashing the banks with its wrathful force ; And dolefully echoes the wild-fowl ' s scream , As the sallows are swept by the whelming stream ; And her callow young are hurled for a meal , To the gorge of the barbel , the pike , and the eel ; The porpoise heaves ' mid the rolling tide . And , snorting in mirth , doth merrily ride , — For he hath forsaken his bed in the sea , To sup on the salmon , right daintily ! * * * * Divinely streaketh the morning-star With a wavy light the rippling waters ; And the moon look * on from the west , afar , And palely smiles , with her waning daughters , The thin-strown stars , which their vigils keep Till the orient sun shall awake from slsep .
The minstrel ' s "tale" is one of " sorrow and death , " and lest it should mar the evening ' s mirth , the baron calls upon one of his followers , " woodman Ssell , " to give a song . The demand is at once answered , and here is
THE WOOBMAH ' s SONS . I would not be a crowned king , For all his gaudy gear ; I would not be that pampered thing , His gew-gaw gold to wear : But I would be where I can sing Bight merrily , all the year ; Where forest treen , All gay and green , Fullblythely do me cheer . I would not be a gentleman , For all his hawks and hounds , — For fear the hungry poor should ban Uy balls and wide-parked grounds : But I would be a merry man , Among the wild wood sounds ,- — Where free birds sing , And echoes ring While my axe from the oak rebounds .
I would not be a shaven priest , For all his sloth-won tythe : But while to me this breath is leased , And these old limbs are lithe , — Ere Death hath marked me for bis feast , And felled ine with his scythe , — I'll troll my song , The leaves among , All in the forest blythe . This song is followed by a satirical love song by the " minstrel . " Amongst the company is a fat jolly
lay brother , belonging to the convent of St . Leonard , lie tells a tale called " The Miller of Roche . " Mr . Cooper says this tale "is a homely versification of a homely tale , often told by the fireside in Lincolnshire . " ' lie intimates that a similar story is to bo found in the "Decameron . " The story is quite familiar to us , though we cannot say where we have read it , but wc are strongly impressed with the belief that it exists in print in more shapes than one . Be that as it may . the story will bear repeating . Tho second canto closes with the bring ing in of
THf MISSELTOB BUSH , A signal note the pipe hath blown , And a maiden at the door Craves curtsied leave , with roseate blush , To bring the sacred missel-bush . Gaily a younker leads the fair , Proud of his dimpled , blushing care : All clap their hands , both old and young , And soon the misseltoe is hung In the mid-rafters , overhead j And , while the agile dance they thread , Such honey do tht plough-lads seize From lips of lasses as the bees Ne ' er sip from sweetest flowers of May . And iu the rapture of their play , — While shrilly swells the mirthsome pipe , And merrily their light feet trip , — Leave we the simple happy throng Their mirth and rapture to prolong .
Canto III brings Christmas Day , and , with its mom , the return of the merrymakers , greatly augmented in number Uy the arrival of Thorold ' followers , "free and thrall , " from all parts of bis domain . The mummers re-appcar in the full bhv < of their mimic glory , including the "Lord of Mis * rule , " the "Abbot of Unreason , " the "Fiery Dragon , " « tc . Here is a spirited description of
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THE CHRISTMAS FEAST . 'Tis high Yule-tide in Torksey hall : Jfull many a trophy bedecks the wall Of prowess in field and wood ; Blent with the buckler and grouped with the spear Hang tusks of the boar , and horns of tlie deer—But De Thorold ' s guests beheld nought there That sceivtM of Uwawv blot > u . The mighty wassail horn suspended From the tough yew-how , at Hastings bended , With wreaths of bright holly and ivy bound , Were perches forfaleons that shrilly screamed ,
While tbeir look with the lightning of anger gleamed , As they chided the fawning of mastiff and hound , That crouched at the feet of each peasant guest , And asked , with their eyes , to share the feast . Sir Wilfrid ' s carvenchair of state 'Neath the dais is gently elevate , — But hip smile bespeaks no lordly pride : Sweet Edith sits by her loved sire ' s side , And five hundred guests , some free , some thrall , Sit by the tables along the wide hall , Each with his platter , and stout driuk-horn , — They count on good cheer this Christmas mom !
Not long they wait , not long they wish—The trumpet peals , —and the kingly dish , — The head of the brawny boar , Decked with rosemary and laurels gay , — Upstarting , they welcome , with loud huzza , As their fathers did , of yore ! And they point to the costard he hears in bis month , And vow the huge pig , So luscious a fig , Would net gather to grunch in the daintiful South ! ******
Ham by fat capon , and beef by green worts ; Ven ' son from forest , and mutton from fold ; Brawn from the oak-wood , and hare from the wold ; Wild-j , oose from fen , and tame from the lea ; And plumed dish from the heronry—With choicest apples 'twas featly rimmed , And stood next the flagons with malmsey brimmed , — Near the knightly swan , begirt with quinces , Which the gossips said was a dish for princes ,- — Though his place was never to stand before The garnished head of the royal boar ! Puddings of plumbs and mince-pies , placed In plenty along tbe hoard , met taste Of gossip and maiden , —nor did they fail To sip , now and then , of the double brown ale—That ploughman and shephe / d vowed and swore Was each drop so racy , and sparkling and rare-No outlandish Rhenish could with it compare !
Trow ye they stayed till the meal was done To pledge a health ? Degenerate son Of friendly sires ! a health thrice told Each guest had pledged to fellowships ohLUntarrying eager mouth to wipe , And across the board with hearty gripe Joining rough hands , —ere tne meal was o ' er- — Hearts andhands went with "healths"in the days of yore < The meal is over , and now the " Wassail Bowl " crowns the board . The baron takes the lead in giving the "healths , " and then summons the minstrel to renew his songs . The minstrel responds with a tale of the crusades , entitled "Sir Raymond and the false Palmer , " which closes this canto . The fourth and-last canto opens with " The Gosherd ' s Song . " We have next "The Swineherd ' s Song , " and a very good song it is , but we must not quote it . Several other songs follow , including one by the
baron ' s daughter , and a response by the minstrel lover , both of which are as sentimentally interesting as the most furnace-sighing lover could desire . At last the minstrel breaks out into an unmistakable avowal of his passion , and serious consequences are likely to be the result , for the baron is in no humour to be trifled with , when a sudden shriek of " deathful danger" directs the attention of all present to the struggles of the baron ' s ferryman , who is drowning in the Trent . The baron cries that whoever will save the man shall have any boon he desires , but without waiting for this promise , the minstrel has already plunged into the river and rescued the ferryman . The denouement may be guessed . The baron acts magnanimously , abides by his promise , the two love-lorn ones are made happy , and thereby the happiness ofalltheothers is increased . The poet thus concludes his story : —
High was the feast , and rich tbe song , For many a day , that did prolong The wedding-revelry : But more it needeth not to sing Ol our fathers' festive revelling : — How will the dream agree With waking hours of famished throngs , Brooding on daily deepening wrongs—Astern reality!—With pictures ' ! that exist in life , Of thousands waging direful strife With gaunt Starvation in the holds Where Mammon vauntingly unfolds His boasted banner of success !
Oh , that bruited hearts , in their distress , May meet with hearts whose bounteousness Helps them to keep their courage up , — "Bating no jot of heart or hope !" My suffering brothers ! still your hope Hold fast , though hunger make ye droop ! Bight—glorious Right—shall yet be done ! The toilers' boon shall yet be won ! Wrong from its fastness shall be hurled—The World shall be a happy world!—It shall be filled with brother-men , — And merry Yule oft come again ! In the notes ( which are very interesting ) at the
end of the poem , Mr . Coopsr states that although his " baron" is an imaginary character , not so is the name he has given to him . The Thorold family is the most ancient belonging to Lincolnshire . The Thorold ' s were men of power and renown even in the earliest times of the Heptarchy . To his other information respecting this family Mr . Cooper has done well in adding the following : — Sir John Thorold of Systou is now the chief representative of this Sdxon family ; but report says , that he delights to live abroad—rather than in the midst of his tenantry and dependants , to gladden the hearts of the poor , and receive happiness from diffusing it among others , after the good example of his ancestors .
We must not omit to mention that" The Baron ' s Yule Feast" is ^ gracefully dedicated to the Countess of Blessington . The poem is embellished with a tastefully executed vignette representing a view of Torksey Castle . The work forms a most appropriate "ChristmasPresent , " or "New Year ' s Gift ; " and is altogether such a mental "feast" as we can heartily recommend to our readers . We have now to introduce to our readers another speciraenof Chartist poetry , entitled " A New Song , " sung at a late Chartist soiree at Dundee , a report , or notice of which appeared in last Saturday ' s Star . The singer of tbe song was also its composer , Mr . John M'Crea ; a long-tried and talented advocate of democracy , whose good services to the Radical and Chartist cause deserve to be remembered with honour : — A NEW SONG .
To . ve—Woo'd an' marrkdan' a ' . The dark dreary month of December Was closing the year forty-five , When our Annual Soiree did assemble , To keep the good cause still alive . The taxes , dull trade , and dear living , Were handled with sang , speech , and glee—For a while we forgot a' our slaving , And dream'd that we yet might be free . But the morn when the wark-bells are ringing To muster thefactory . slaves , The thought in our breast will be springing , We ' re robbed by a parcel of knaves . The rich and the noble in splendour Enjoy the sweet fruits of the soil—The drones hae got ease , wealth , and grandeur , While we hae got nothing but toil .
They cry be content with your wages , For this warld's goods tlmna care—Yet despite a'the wealth they hae gotten , ' Thtjr rob aud oppress us for uiair . Would Peel and the Duke feci contented , To toil at the anvil or loom ? Would the Queen and the Prince feel quite happy , If they saw their meal-pock turn toom ? We see now that nought can deliver The poor frae tlie great greedy elves , Unless we our fetters can sever , And set up to work for ourselves . Then cast off the chains of oppression , Let Liberty now be the word , Make them see that the might of the many Is stronger than musketorsword .
Then cheer up my bomne young lasses , And with your sweet voices demand , That the People ' s Petition and Charter May soon be the law of the land . Then ye will be wives free and happy , Your husbands will busk you fu' braw , When ancsthatthemenofBundeo Hare a voice in the making the law . And you that are auld wives and mithers , Come join in your voice wi' the lave , I ' m sure it can gie ye sma' pleasure To lie in the arms of a slave . For the chains and the fetters of bondage , The tyrants arouud you will draw , Till ance that us Radical chaps
Get a voice iu the making the law . Then , hurrah ! for the march of the bondsmen , Tbe honest , the bold , and the brave , The true , and tlie tried , and the faithful , That struggle their country to save . And down with all traitors and tyrants , We'll banish them baitli great and suia " , When anee that tlie men of Dundee Get a voice in the making the law . We know the men of Dundee well—better men tread not the soil of Britain ; we can well imagine , therefore , with what enthusiasm they would join the singer in pealing forth the above simple but bold and honest song . The women of Dundee , too , arc not one whit inferior to the men in sterling patriotism : all honour to them .
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Quite entering into the spirit of the following ditty , we nevertheless think the matter thereof might have been improved . The author evidentl y thinks so too ; for he says he sends it to us for our own " private perusal , not being good enough to ' publish . " Whatever be its deficiencies , and it is certainly not " above proof , " still we think it too good to consign to that bourne from whence no rejected doggerel returns—the waste paper basket . As the author has not authorised us to publish , his " Apology , " by wav of com promising with our conscience , and also with tlie charitable intent of saving him from the ban ol bis countryman , Father Matthew , we withhold his name : —
A WORD OF APOLOGY . " Dost thou think that because thou art grown virtuous there shall be no more cakes aud ale . "—12 th Night . In cold water's praise they may sing as they may , And its virtues extol to the skies , But the merits of ale whoe'er shall assail I'm sure that the truth he denies , Our health the teetotaller says it will mar , And shorten our days without fail ; 1 'il wager my life that old Jenkyns and Parr Drank many aflaggon of ale . And old " Captain Whiskey" 'tis said causes strife , And they reckon how many he kills , But sure we all know there are spirit and life In a glass of old famous " hushmills , " Old cankering care his harsh message may sead , And tlie dark clouds of sorrow may come ; Still , still we shall find it tho readiest friend To brsak up or brighten the gloom .
The heart of old Scotia how fondly it turns To that name which still honour'd shall be ; 0 say could she drink to her own Robert Burns , In ought but his lov'd " barley bree . " E ' en old Erin ' s shamrock with emerald leaf , Tho emblem of union and love ; When thirsty with sovrosv still drinks in its grief , The dew-drop distilled above . The cynic may sneer and the sensitive start—1 care not a fig what they say But 1 never wi ' , 1 send the dear friend of my heart On a cup of cold water away .
We have , on former occasions , delighted our readers with specimens of the poetiy of the American bard , J . Green-leas Wiuttier . From the leaves ol his evergreen poesy we now call another specimen to grace our " Wreatli . " Whither is known as one ot the ablest and boldest opponents of slavery , and he is not a mere anti-slavery bigot , who can sec no wrong under the American sun , except in the states of the South ; he sees and feels that all is not right , even iu the North and East . Though , nominally , " all men are free" in the ranks of the white population , yet all men arc not happy , nor free from " The Oppressor ' s wrong , the proud man ' s contumely . "
And against the injustice done to the " people , " white as well as black , Whither has raised his voice in indignant terms of reproof to the wrong-doers and oppressors . His sincerity , therefore , cannot be questioned . His denunciation of the Southern slaveholders is excited by his intense love of liberty , and solicitude for the rights and happiness of tlie whole human family . Though we cannot agree with every word of the noble poem we are about to quote , the spirit thereof has our hearty approval , and the poet , himself , has our enthusiastic admiration . The poem is headed by a most appropriate quotation from the speech of an anti-slave orator , Mr . Samuel May : —
OUR COUNTRYMEN IN CHAINS . "Genius of America ! spirit of free institutions ; where arc thou ? How art thou fallen . 0 , Lucifer ! son of the morning—how art thou fallen froai Heaven . ' Hell from beneath is moved for thee , to meet thee at thy coming ! The kings of the earth cry out unto thee , Aha ! Aha!—ART TIIOC 11 EC 0 HE LIKE UNTO US V Our fellow-countrymen in chains ! Slaves—in a land of light and law ! Slaves—crouching on the very plains Where roll'd the storm of Freedom ' s war ! A groan froinEutaw ' s haunted wood' A wail where Camden's martyrs fell-By every shrine of patriot blood , From Moultrie's wall and Jasper ' s well ! By storied hill and hollow'd grot , By . mossy wood and marshy glen , Whence rang of old the rifle-shot ,
And hurrying shout of Marion ' s men ; The groan of breaking hearts is there—The falling lash—the fetter ' s clank ! Slaves—slaves are breathing in that air , Which old De Kalb and Sumter drauk ! What , ho!—our countrymen in chains ! The whip on woman ' s shrinking flesh ! Our soil yet reddening with the status , Caught from her scourging , warm and fresh Wnat ! mothers from their children riven ! What ! God's own image bought and sold ' . Americans to market driven , And barter'a , as the brute , for gold ! Speak ! shall their agony of prayer
Gome thrilling to our hearts in vain s To us , whose fathers scorned to hear The paltry menaee of a chain ; To us , whose boast is loud and long Of holy Liberty and light—Say , shall these writhing slaves of wrong Plead vainly for their plundcr'd right ? What ! shall we send , witli lavish breath , Our sympathies across the wave , Where manhood , on the field of death , Strikes for his freedom , or a grave ? Shall prayers go up , and hymns be sung For Greece , the Moslem fetters spurning , And millions hail with pen and tongue Oar light on all her altars burning ? Shall Belgium feel , and gallant France ,
By Vendome ' s pile and Sehoeubrun ' s wall , And Poland , gasping on her lance , The impulse of our cheering call ? And shall the slave , beneath our eye , Clank o ' er our fields bis hateful chain ? And toss his fetter'd arms on high , Aud groan for Freedom ' s gift in vain ? Oh , say , shall Prussia ' s banner be A refuge for the stricken slaie ? And shall the Russian serf go free By Baikal ' s lake and Neva ' s wave ? And shall tlie wintry , bosom'd Dune ltelax the iron hand of pride , And bid his bondsmen cast the chain , From fetter'd soul and limb , aside % Shalt every flap of England's flag
Proclaim that all around are free , From "farthest Iud" to each blue crag That beetles o ' er the Western Sea ? And shall we scoff at Europe ' s kings , When Freedom ' s fire is dim with us , And round our country ' s altar chugs The damning shade of Slavery ' s curse ? Go—let us ask of ConstauUne To loose his grasp on Poland's throat ; And beg the lord of Mahmoud ' s Hue To spare the straggling Suliote—Will not the scorching answer coma From turban'd Turk and fiery Buss : " Go , loose your fetter'd slaves at home , Then turn , and ask the like of us I " Just God ! aud shall we calmly rest , The Christian ' s scorn—the Heathen ' s mirth—Content to live the lingering jest
And bye-word of a mocking Earth 5 Shall our own glorious land retain That curse which Europe scorns to bear ? Shall out own brethren drag the chain Which not evew Russia ' s menials wear ? Up , then , in Freedom ' e manly part , From grey-beard eld to fiery youth , Audi on the nation ' naked heart Scatter the living coals of Truth 2 TJji—wlillu yo slumber , deeper yet The shadow of our fame is growing ! Up—while ye pause , our sun may set In blood—around our altars flowing ! Oh ! rouse ye , ere the storm comes forth—The gather'd wrath of God and manlike that which wasted Egypt ' s earth , When hail and fire above it run . Hear ye no warnings in tho air ?
Feci ye no earthquake underneath % Up—up—why will ye slumber where The sleeper only wakes iu dentil S Up now for Freedom!—not in strife Like that your sterner fathers saw—The awful waste of human life—The glory and the guilt of war : But break the chain—the yoke remove—And smite to earth Oppression ' s rod , With those mild arms of Truth and Love , Made mighty through the living God ! Down let the shrine of Moloch sink , And leave no traces where it stood ; tfo longer let its idol drink His daily cup of human Wood : But rear another altar there , To Truth and Love and Mercy given , And Freedom ' s gift , and Freedom's prayer , Shall call and answer down from Heaven
CnAniES Mackay is another and true poet , some of whose compositions we have before now transferred to the columns of this , journal . By the bye , wc must protest against the fifth stanza of his " Cry of tho People , " recently published . That stanza inculcates the pitiful slave-feeling of patience under oppression , and consequently utterly spoils what would otherwise be a noble poetical outbnrsfcas worthy of the man as of the poet . Chahlks Mackay ought to have more sense than to invite the trampled down poor to cry , " God help us . " God helps them who help themselves , a truth which the history of all gods has proved from the palmy days ol Hercules to the present hour . The following noble pieco is withoutfault or blemish , while its beauties need no description .
The " Cricket On The Hearth Necessarily ...
Its every line " stirs the blood like the sound of a trumpet : " —
THE VOICE OF THE TIMES . BT cnAIUES MACKAY , Day unto day utters speech—Be wise , oh ye nations , and hear What yesterday telleth to-day , What to-day to the morrow will preach . A change cometh over our sphere , And the old goeth down to decay . A new light has dawned on the darkness of yore , And men shall be slaves and oppressors no more . Hark to the throbbing of thought , In the breast of tbe wakening world ! Over land , over sea , it hath come . The serf that was yesterday bought , To-day his defiance hatli hurl'd , No more in his slavery dumb ; And to-morrow will break from the fetters that bind , And lift a bold arm for the rights of mankind . Hark ! to the voice of tho Time , The multitude think for themselves ¦
And weigh their condition , each one ; The drudge hath a spirit sublime , And whether he hammers or delves , He reads when his labour is done And learns , though he groan under penury's ban , That freedom to think is the birthright of man , But yesterday , thought was confined ; To breathe it was peril or death , And it sunk in the breast where it rose ; Now , free as the midsummer wind , Its sports its adventurous breath , And round the wide universe goes ; The mist and the cloud from its pathway are curl'd , And glimpses of sunshine illumine the world . The voice of opinion has grown ; 'Twas yesterday changeful and weak , Like the voice of a boy ere his prime ; To-day it has taken the tone Of an orator worthy to speak ,
Who knows the demands of the time ; And to-morrow 'twill sound iu Oppression ' s cold ear , Like the trump of the seraph to startle our sphere . Be wise , oh ye rulers of earth , And shut not your ears to the voice , Nor allow it to warn you in vain ; True freedom of yesterday ' s birth Will march on its way and rejoice , And never be conquered again . The day has a tongue—aye , the hours uttw speech-Wise , wise will ye be , if ye learn what they teach . We must haste to twine the last flower in oiu " Wreath . " We have left ourselves no room to speak of the year now expiring , or of the year now commencing ; but this matters little , as if not in this page , we have in our seventh page spoken fully and freel y on "The Past , the Present , and the Future , " and . further " say" thereon is not necessary . It only remains , therefore , for us to wish each and-all of our readers
"a happy new year . " Thanks to a " Paisley bodie , " we can finish our " Wreath" most appropriately : —
A GUDE NEW YEAR I WISH YE A ' . Air—Gv . de nkht , andjoy be iei' you a ' , BY I 1 UOU MACDONALD , Ance mair around the festive board , We welcome hame the new-born year ; A friendly band—hearts blythe and true , Through langsync grief and gladness dear ; Met 'neath the sheltering wings of joy , Cauld Care in vain her blasts may Maw ; Unto the lip , fill high the cup—A gude new year I wish you a ' . If through the auld year ' s vanieh'd hours , Discord has burst with baneful art , Link , link anew that chain of love That lang has hound us heart to heart ; Hereon the threshold of the year , Join hands and sowther ilka flaw ; Drown " by-ganes" in a flowing bowl And drink in peace with ane and a' .
When time rins round anither year Wuu kens gin we'll assemble a' ; Tho' lifes fair sea lies waveless now , Fate ' s angry tempest suae may blaw . 0 through the passing blink we ' ve here , Let kindness ever gie us law-Then to the lip fill high the cup , A gude new year I wish you a * . There may be some wha should be here Now wandering far ayont tlie wave , And some our inmost hearts held dear Cauld slumbering in the peaceful grave , Yet midst our glee we'll ne ' er forget , Tho' down our cheeks the tears may fa' , To drain one sweet , though mournfu' cup , To a' we love wha ' re now awai
0 may the year whose dawn we greet , Outshine the brichtcst e ' er we saw ; May fortune shower her favours sweet Bound honest Poortith's ingles a '; May sacred Truth draw near her ain , Corruption hasten to her fa' - , Then to the lip , fill high the cup—A gude new year I wish you a ' .
To Chartist Poets. Mr Rhymia'o Bbethbe.V...
TO CHARTIST POETS . Mr Rhymia'o Bbethbe . v , —You musthavelong felt , with me , the want ol * a collection of patriotic minstrelsy , that could be used in our public meetings for 'congregational singing . Such a collection has been partly executed at Leicester , and has been sometime in use there . I also composed a dozen little lyrics in prison , and we are in tlie habit of singing these in London . I propose now , however , to get up a more complete volume , to include songs and hymns , that all tastes may be suited . They will include my own " People-Songs , " with some additional ones not yet printed ; and the composers of the Leicester Shaksperean ChartisOIymn Book , I make no doubt ,
will allow me to select , copiously , from their collection . Let me entreat you all , wherever you reside , to contribute . Send me anything you have , whether songs or hymns ; but , let it be fully understood , that [ have license to reject the whole , or any part , of what you send . There must be one judge of the fitness of the pieces ; for , if this business be left to many , there might be some difficulty in detevminirig what to insert , and what to reject , and the collection might be a mere hodge-podge besides . I propose that the price be about ones ' tillinj , and that the profits ( if any ) be divided between the Veteran Patriots' and Exiles' Widows ' and Children ' s
Funds . I trust that every one who possesses any degree of a poet's nature , aud prides himself on the name of Ohartist , will be forward to contribute . Only let the pieces be of the genuine stamp ; let them have sou ! and broad truth , in them ; and let me have them without delay . Your true brother , Thomas Cooper . 131 , Blackfriars-road , London .
Strange Story—Erfurt, Dec. 21.—Within Th...
Strange Story—Erfurt , Dec . 21 . —Within the last two days , a crime has been discovered here , which strongly recalls the history of Casper Haaser . It appears , according to the account in the Cologne Gazette , that a young woman who had been for many years in tlie service of the government counsellor , Von Ehreuberg , and who had recently been married , informed her husband , that in the house of her late master , a female , about twenty-one years of ago , had been shut up for years in a small dark room , and led scantily on bread and water . Information was given to the police , who entered Von Ehrenberg ' s dwelling , and led by his late servant found the unfortunate object she had spoken of . The poor creature , who was in ft dreadful state , and who appeared scarcely human , is Ehrenberg's own daughter by a first marriage . It is stated the unnatural author of her being had taken possession of some property which fell to her on the'death of her mother .
Intbemd Conduct of a Frexch [ Gentleman . — DssPBnxiE Attk mpt at SuroiDEitf Sr . James ' s Park . —On Tuesday atternoon , about four o ' clock , a respecUble dressed female , apparently about tliirtyeiglit years of age , leapt into the ornamental water in the enclosure , immediately facing the Horse Guards . An alarm was raised by several persons who witnessed the occurrence , and one of them , a French gentleman , divested himself of his coat , and dived in after her ; in a moment afterwards he appeared at the surface of the water with the female in bis arms . Both were evidently in a exhausted state , and by this time a large number of persons had collected , and , with some difficulty , they were brought ashore . The female , who was quite insensible , was conveyed with the greatest promptitude by the park-keepers to Westminster Ilospital . Some hopes are entertained of her recovery . The gentleman was taken home in a cab .
Suicide and AiTESfprED Murder . —James Grainger , a blacksmith , who was living with his wife in Stewart ' s Rents , Great Wild-street , Drury-lane , committed suicide , aud at the same time made a most desperate attempt to destroy his wife . On Christmas eve he returned homo from work , taking his wife only two shillings , although his wages amounted to about thirty shillings , and making some excuse to her to account for the deficit , he left his lodging , for the purpose , he said of purchasing some Epsom salts . He , however , soon afterwards returned with two papers , containing , instead of Epsom salts , oxalic acid . The contents of these papers lie dissolved in two separate
cups of water , and bidding his wile tlniiK one lie drank off the other . Almost simultaneously with the act he exclaimed in an emphatic tone , "Oh , I have done it ! " The wife thereon becoming alarmed , refused the proffered cup , and ran fcuwards the door , calling for help . He rushed after her in a frantic state , threw Iter violently on tlie bed , mid endeavouring to strangle her , cried in a most fearful voice , " You must die with me-no one shall possess you after my death . " The unfortunate woman eluded his violence , escaped from the room , and called for succour , when medical and other assistance promptly arrived , but it did not prove effective , as the wretched man died on the ' following ( Christmas ) morning .
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Cutting It Short.—Henry The Fourth Of Fr...
Cutting it Short . —Henry the Fourth of Franco , when on a journey , was one day harangued by the mayor of the town , who began with these words , » ' ni en ° reat Scipio arrived before Carthage —— Ihe king , who then saw bv this introduction lliat it would be a Jong and tedious speech , and being desirous ot making the functionary sensible of his opinion , interrupted him , saying " sir , when Scipio . wed before Carthage , he had dined , but I have not bi , 'akfasted . " | t . T ' niEV Detected . —A watch was stolen in the ptf of the opera in Paris . The loser complained in a Ivud voice , and said , "it is just aine ; inaf ' ewminutes my watch will strike : the sound is strong ! and by that means we will ascertain where itis . " The thief , terrified at this , endeavoured to escape , and thereby discovered himself .
Aluermanic Wisdom . —An eminent member of the Board of Aldermen was lately storing the mind of his son with useful knowledge respecting the public monuments of the metropolis , " Observe my lad , " said he , " the three pillars which grace this city owe their origin to the three elements of fire , water , and air . The Monument to fire , iVelson ' s to water , and the Duke of York ' s to air . " " What had the Duke to do with air ? " inquired the youth . " Boy , " replied the intelligent papa , " he was the / i « ir apparent to the throne when he died . "
A Buttered Shirt . — " Why , Lord ha' mercy on us I" cried Molly Crabtree , who had been listening all along , and staring like an owl at twilight , during the successive strange recitals of the two old seal ? rer '~^ , 4 Matthew ever wear a buttered shirt , then ? For Heaven ' s sake tell us the meaningon't !" that I will , ma ' am , " said Paul , touching his hat as gallantly as an admiral ; ' * you see , it was during a severe engagement with the Dutchmen that Mat and I were ordered to the main-top—but hardly had we reached it , when a shot from the enemy cut our mainmast fairly in two , and hurled us both on the enemy ' s deck , in the midst of more than a hundred heavy-bottomed Dutchmen ! To dream of fighting against such odds , ma ' am , you'll understand was , ot
course , out of all question ; ss we quietly walked our bodies , to the tune of ' dotmer and blitzen , ' down below , to become close prisoners under hatches . Now , it so happened , d ' ye see , ma am , that the only fellowprisoners we found in the hole where they crammed us were cheeses and queer big tubs ; and we felt a nat ' ral sort of a curiosity to rummage about the hole , when left in tbe dark by ourselves . Clambering up some o' these huge tubs at one end of the hole , we both lost footing together , and fell head over heels into the midst of something that was remarkably soft ; and there we struggled hard too , —but ' twas all in vain , we could not flounder out—and so were content to remain closed up on all sides up to the neck , with just our heads bobbing out . and
easnmg for breath . Shiver my timbers , if ever I was so pickled before or since ! At length the Dutchman was taken ; and when some of our lads made their way into the dark hole where wo were , we began to hear ' em . Dreadnought a-hoy !* said Mat : 'the Union Jack a-hoy ! ' said I . ' Who ' s there , in the devil ' s name ? cried one : ' Why that ' s old Mat Hardcastle ' s growl—where the devil is he V said first one of our lads and then another . And , as sure as you ' re there , ma ' am , " continued Paul , growing more polite and gallant as he proceeded , " what with one noise and another , it wasn't until the lads had driven their marling-spikes through almost every cask in the hole , that Mat and I were discovered up to the neck in one of the Dutchmen ' s big butter firkins . We were a good deal ashamed , ma ' am , of course , being as how we were soaked to the skin in the grcasp , for it warmed as «•/» stuck in it i mid no doubt by its
melting , we should ha' been able to have got out of it without hel p , if we had had to stay much longer before we had been found . The worst of it was , we could not gftt time to strip for some hours after , and this made us both mighty uneasy , for many was the jokes that was passed upon us as to how we liked our buttered shirts . But Mat ' s heart was always light , all his life long ; and he answered all who asked that saucy question , just as heputs by all sorrow now , with' Butter your shirt ! Sing tantarara-bobus make shift "—and ever since then Matthew has kept his saying ; and it is not a bad one , either , let me tell you , ma ' am ! what think ye ? " concluded Paul Per-Jcms , and took a stifter pull at the gcog than he had ever done that night , thinking that he deserved it for his cleverness , and feeling himself entitled to a double pull because he had missed his turn by telling this yarn . —Wise Saws and Modern Instances , by Thomas Cooper , the Chartist ,
Civil List . —The money vofed for the expenses of the Sovereign ; and it is called the Civil List , probably from the civil manner in which it is granted by Parliament . —Punch . Coal Trade . See Slates . —There is a poetical legend that Cupid was formerly in tho coal and potatoe line , for we are told , on good authority , that " Young love lived once in an humble shed . "—Ibid , Common Law . —The unwritten or customary law , being that part of the law to which we have become reconciled by use , as the eels are to the process of skinning . The Common Law is not good unless it is founded on what no one can remember ; and this accounts for the lawyers being sometimes apt to forget themselves . Sir Mathew Hale says , the origin of the Common Law is as undiscoverable as the head of the Nile ; but , considering the blackness of the subject , it would have been an apter simile to have said the Niger . —Ibid .
Likewise asd Also . —Mr . J . once objected to the competency of a witness , alleging that he was non compos . The court granted leave to test the matter . " Can you tell me , my friend , the difference between likewise and also i "— "May be as ' oul can , " replied the witness . "Go on , sir ; let us hear . "— "Well , you see as 'ou Colonel P . is a . lawyer . " "Very well , " said the counsel . " And you is a lawyer also , " — " Very well . " " Colonel P . is likeivise a gentleman . " " Very well . " " But you is not likewise . " The lawyer was dumb .
German-English . —About the year HH a German , recently imported into Bristol , had happened to hear of Mrs . X ., a wealthy widow . He thought it would be a good speculation to offer himself to the lady ' s notice , as well qualified to " succeed" the late Mr . X ., and , accordingly , waited on the lady with that intention . Having no great familiarity with English , te provided himself with a copy of one of the Anglo-German dictionaries , and , on being announced to the lady , he determined to open his proposal with this introductory sentence : — " Madam , having heard that Mr . X ., late your husband , is dead ; " but , coming to the last word , " gestorben" ( dead ) , he was at a loss for the English eouivalcnt , so , hastily pulling out his dictionary ( a
hugeSvo . ) , he turned to the word " sterben" ( to die ) , and there he found' — - ; but what he found will be best collected from the dialogue which followed , as reported by the lady - . —German : " Madam , hahfing heard that " Mein flerr X ., late your man , is ( these words he kept chiming over , as if to himself , until he arrived at No . 1 of the interpretation of' sterben , ' when he roared out in high glee at h " s discovery ) , dat is , has kicked de bucket !" Widow ( withastonishment ) : "Kicked the bucket , sir ! What ! " German : "Ah ! mein Gott ! Alway Ich make mistake . I vou'd haaf said ( beginning again with the same solemnity of tone ) , since dat Mein llerr X ., late your man , hav hopped
de twig , " which words he screamed out with delight , certain that he had now hit the nail upon tho head . Widow : " Upon my word , sir , I am at a loss to understand you— 'Kicked the bucket , ' and 'Hopped the twig ' . '" German ( perspiring with panic ) : " Ah , madam ! von , two , tree , ten tousand pardon ; dat sad , wicked dictionary I haaf , dat alway bring me in trouble ; but now you shall hear ; " and then , recomposing himself solemnly for a third- effort , he began as before , " Madam , since 1 did hear , or wash hearing , dat Mein llerr X ., late your man , haaf —( with a triumphant shout)—haaf , I say , gone to Davy ' s locker" " Further he would have gone , but the widow could stand no more ..
Corsica ^ "Vesoeasce . —The Court of Assize of Bastia , in Corsica , was occupied on the Oth and 10 th hist ., with the trial of a beautiful girl , little more than 20 years of age , for murder . The circumstances of the case were as follow : —Fiordispina Gadovani , the prisoner , had been seduced by a young man , named Franchi , who had promised her marriage , and who , on the birth of a child appeared disposed to fulfil his promise , but the Child having died , he abandoned his victim , and added to his atrocity by stating that she had been intimate with other men . Jle even made proposals to a bandit named Battini , that he should avow himself to bo tho father of the child , but the bandit rejected them with indignation ; and declared that Franchi should die by his hand if he repeated his calumnies against Fiordispina . On
tho 14 th of Juno last the girl went to the cure of the village in which she resided , and entreated him to use his efforts to induce Franchi to restore her honour and that of her family . The cure complied with her request , but was unsuccessful . " In the evening of the 2 ( itlt , as Franchi was standing by the side ii some young men who were playing at cards in the open air , the report of a pistol was heard , and Franchi fell , exclaiming , "lam killed . " Fiordispina was standing before his body , with the discharged pistol in her hand . " So much , " said she , "lor perjurers and calumniators . " Franchi survived his wounds more than a month , and to the last persisted iu his calumny . She was declared guilty of murder under strong provocation , and with extenuating circumstances , and was sentenced only ts thirty mouths' imprisonment .
SixguXAR Attachment . —At CorricofTorndon . ott on the 4 th ult ., a Mr . Murdoch , a native of Ayr , died , after a residenceof thirty years . On hearing of his demise , a number of relations came from Tolly to carry away his remains ; but the Highlanders came forth < ti masse , armed with bludgeonsexclaiming " He has been one of ourselves and we will not part with him took the body by force to ^ '' " tcrred it in their own lonely Inverness Courier ,
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