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"A feast of ncctarM sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns .- ' TAUT j . Kot to iutcrrupto-ar selections from the deathless writings of tlie ' immortal Childe , " wc have determined to commence the third of this vear's "Feasts " with the
BEAUTIES OF BIROS . xo . SI . "childe hahoid . " Tkc following stanzas picture in glowing bat truthfu l colours the national " sport" of the Spanish pcopiC—tlie bUU-iigUt . "The gnaniards received this snort from the Moors , among whom it was celebrated wu ! i great pomp and . splendour : "The Sabbath comes , a day of blessed rest What hallows it upon this Christian shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast : Hark i heard yon not the forest monarch ' s roar ? C ? aslsin the lance , lie SMUT ' S the Spouting gore Of man and steed o ' erthrown beneath his horn ; The throng'd arena shakes with shouts for more ; Yells the mad crowd o ' er entrails freslily torn , 5 or shrinks the female eye , nor ev ' n affects to mourn .
Tlie lists are oped , the spacious area clcar'd , Thousands on thousands piled are seated round ; Long ere tlie first loud trumpet ' s note is heard , 2 \ o vacant space for lated wi ght is found : Here dons , grandees , but chiefly dames abound f-kisFd in tlie ogle of a roguish eye , "Yet ever well inclined to heal the wou : id ; ~ Swk through their cold disdain are doom'd to die , As moon-struck hards complain , hy Love ' s sad archery . Hush'd is the din of tongue's—on gallant steeds , With milk-white crest , gold spur , and light-pois'd lance , Four cavaliers prepare for venturous deeds , And lowly bending to the lists advance I ! ieh are their scarfs , their chargers featly prance : If in the dangerous game they shine to-day , The crowd s loud shout and ladies' lovely glance , Best prize of better acts , they bear away , And ail that kings or chiefs e ' er gain then- toils repay .
In costly sheen and gaudy cloak array'd , But all afoot , the light-limb'd Matadore if lands in the centre , eager to invade The lord of lowing herds ; but not before The ground , with cautious tread , is traversed o ' er , Lest aught unseen should lurk to thwart his speed His arms a dart , he fights aloof , nor more Can man achieve without the friendly steed-Alas ' . too oft condemned for him to hear and bleed . Thrice sounds the clarion ; lo ! the signal falls . The den espands , and Expectation mute Gapes round the silent circle ' s peopled walls . Bounds with one Lishing spring tlie mighty brute , And wiltllj staring , spurns with sounding foot ,
flic sand , nor blindly rushes on his foe ; Here , there , he points his threatening front , to suit Ifis first attack , wide waring to and fro Hu ; angry tail ; red rolls his eye ' s dilated glow . Sudden he stops ; his eye is fixed : away , Away , thou heedless lioy ! prepare the spear : Xow is th y time , to perish , or display The skill that yet siay check his mad career . "Willi well-timed croupe the nimble coursers reer ; On foams the bull , but not unscathed he goes ; Streams from his flank the crimson torrent clear , lie flies , he wheels , distracted with his throes Dart follows dart , lance , lance ; loud bellowings speak his woes .
Again he comes ; nor dart nor lance avail , "N ' ur the wild plunging of the tortured horse ; Though man and man ' s avenging arms assail . Vain are his weapons , vainer is his force . One gallant steed is stretch'd a mangled corse ; Another , hideous sight ! nnseam'dappears , His gory chest unveils Hfe ' s panting source ; Tlioask death-struck , still liis feeble frame he rears Staggering , but stemning all , liis lord unLarm'd he bears Foil'd , bleeding , breathless , furious to the last , Full in tlie centre stands the buU at bay , Mid wounds , and clinging darts , and lances brast , And foes disabled iu tlie brutal fray : And now the Matadores around him play , Shake the red cloak , and poise the ready brand : Once wore through all he bursts his thundering way j Tain rage J the mantle quits the conyngehand , Wraps his fierce eye— 'tis past—lie sinks upon the sand 1
Where his vast neck just mingles with the spine , Sheathed in his form the deadly weapon lies . lie stops—he starts—disdaining to decline : Slowly he faffs , amidst triumphant cries , Without a groan , without a struggle dies . The decorated car appears—on high The corse is piled—sweet sight for vulgar eyes-Four steeds tliat spurn the rein , as swift as shy , XTorl tlie dark bulk along-, scarce seen in dashing hy . Although the "Frank robber" no longer openly domineers over Spain , still French ambition and intrigue , ihat curse of Spain for the last hundred and fifty years , is at work , productive of their usual infernal results . It is to the iarrigue and corruption sctiniuavby the pretended peace-loving hypocrite ,
Xons 1 'iiiz . irrE , that the royal harlot , CiHUSirsA , owes her return to the country from which she was previously expelled ; and Spain owes the consequent terrorism and slaughterings which , during the last two years , have cursed that nnhappy land . True , Spain is no longer at war with the l- ' rank ; but the still more hideous civil wav from which the country lias so long suffered , and the termination of which is yet far distant , has been prolonged by the liborticidal intrigues of the infamous traitor of the barricades . The following stanzas ( with which we conclude our extracts from the first canto of Childe Harold ) are therefore at the present time yet applicable to distracted , cheated , blood-drenched Spain : — Such be the sons of Spain , and strange her fate ! Thev fight for freedom who were never free ;
A iingless people for a nerveless state , Her vassals combat when their chieftain ' s flee , True to the veriest slaves of Treachery ; Fond of a land wliieh gave theni nought but life , Pride points the path that leads to Bberty ; Back to the struggle , hauled in the strife , "War , war is still the cry , " war even to the knife !" Ye , who would more of Spain and Spaniards know , Go , read whate ' er is writ of bloodiest strife ; " VhateVr keen vengeance urged on foreign foe Can act , is actinsj there against man ' s life ; From flashing scimitar to secret knife , War mouldeth there each weapon to his need-So may he guard the sister and the wife , So may he make each curst oppressor bleed , So may such foes deserve the most remorseless deed .
Hot aH the blood at Talavera shed , 3 Cot all the marvels of Barossa ' s fight , 2 Cot Albuera lavish of tlie dead , Have won for Spain her well asserted right . When shall her Olive-Branch be free from blight t When shaU she breathe her from the blushing toil ! How many a doubtful day shaU sink in night , Pre the Frank robber turn him from his spoil , And Freedom ' s stranger-tree grow native of the soil ! The living poet next claims our attention . Turn we , therefore , now to
THE PURGATORY OF SUICIDES . APrison Elivme , in Ten Looks . Uy Thomas Coopek , tlie Chartist * Wc intended to have this week reprinted the leadins points of the ADicnarum ' s critique on Mr . Coor-En , s poem ; but nnd that were we to do so , we should leave ourselves no room for what will please our readers much better—extracts from the poem itself . We have determined therefore to postpone insertion of the - -iftaff «? rc ' s critiqucuntilwc have gone through thepoem , when we will give the points ot the several reviews that may come under our notice ; so that while reviewing the poem , we may also review the poem ' s reviewers .
The second book opens with an address to the Lyre ; and in tlie first eight stanzas a , just tribute of grate ful admiration is paid to Chaucer , Spessek , Shakspeake , Utrox , mid Shelley . These stanzas are Tery powerfully written ; and could wc have found room we would gladly have copied them . The address to Alujoy , however , we must not pass by . This address , savs the Britannia , reviewer , "isrieliin the passionate language of admiration . Such a strain has not been sung ° in England for two hundred years . Ivnowing that this verse has been written in
a prison cell , that the author has been self-taught , that he is a poor Chartist shoemaker , we read in all the wonderment of an inexplicable dream : "— - Bard of the mighty harp , —whose golden chords , Strung by tli' Eternal , no befitting theme Found among mortals and their low records , — But pealed h % h anthems to the throne supreme , — Or thundering echoed where the lurid gleam Of Erebus revealed the primal fall 1 Since thou o ' er " darkness" triumphed—I will deem This grated ceU no dungeon of a thrall , — Unt \> -mqurt-cliamber where the Mind holds festival !
Great minstrel let the night entomb the day , — let bolts anfl bars , in mockery , last till doom , — So that heaven-robed , thou walk ' st with me , —thy lay Shall dissipate aB thought of prison-gloom . Transcendant spirit , —iu this narrow room Oft tenanted by woe-worn , bruted child Of man , crushed from his cradle to tlie tomb ^ h y tyrants , —how hast thou my nights beguiled !—' Smoothing the raven down of darkness till it smiled . " I joy tliat my young heart a covenant made
To take thee for its guide in patriot deed , — If Life ' s eventful roll should shew arrayed The brethren of my fatherland agreed lo claim their ancient birthright , and be freed , — * 0 how the lesson of thy deathless toil , — I Vhile my soul homaged thee , —in mc did feed The flame of freedom!—Shall the sacred oil Sot keep it quenchless till the grave its foemen foil ? J 5 e thou enthroned , —bright patriot , —tuneful seer , — Aot on a regal seat that thou wonld ' st scorn As loftil y as e ' er thou scomed ' st here Ihe thrones of kings , or hanbles by them worn ;
* London; J. How, 132, Pleet-Street
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Bat , by thy name on England ' s boso : n borne in pride , —while ail her sons fiiy lineage boast ! thy awful brow is sha-unl !—Dost thou mourn And bode thy darling com-no-iwoal U lust » — Say !—but we'll win her L . iek . Ly Labour ' s gathered host She shall return , with fa-jj morj heavenly fair , And graced with ii-nbs u'Stlier symmetry !—Aye , —sliall return : —fur v . e thy iiir . Ureu V . ve : — . We'll win tiy " mountain nymph , sweet Liberty " . ' — Thou , and the glorious phalanx of the free , — Hampden , andPym , and Elliott , Selden , "Vane , ^ larvell , and martyred Sidney , —what were ye ' ?—^ Our elder brethren!—and the kingly chain Ye ! oo = ed—we'll break I—ye have not toiled and bled in vain !
Honour—all honour to thee , patriot bard !—With whom I took sweet counsel in my youth ; I joy , that though my lowly lot was hard , My spirit , raised by thine , forgot its ruth , And , smiling , dared the dint of Want ' s fell tooth : I joy , that all enamoured of thy song , — While simpletons esteemed" my wajs uncouth , — I wandered , hy day ' s dawn , tlie woods among , Or did , with midnight lamp , my grateful task prolong Poet of Paradise , —whose glory illumed ify path of youthful penury , till grew Tlie desert to a garden , and Life bloomed
\\ ith hope and joy , ' midst suffering , —honour due I cannot render thee;—but reverence true This heart shall give thee , till it reach the verge Where human splendours lose tlieir lustrous hue ; And when , in death , my mortal joys all merge—Thy grand and gorgeous music , ililion , —be my dirge i—In this book v . o are introduced to the spirits of three famous suicides , the two first Greek ; the third , Indian—Empj-docles , - — who to be deemed A god leapt fondly into Etna ' s flames ; GlEOMBKOICS —•
— who to enjoy Plato's Elysium leapt into the sea ; and Galaxcs—— whom Emethian Philip ' s sou beheld Amazed , —while pealing trumpets cleaved the sky , -And warrior liosts tlie wondering tumult swelled , — Hide , on Ms goaded steed , undauntedly , Into the funeral flame , —scorning to die By nature ' s gradual law ! The discussion in which flic two Greeks engage , subsequently shared in by the-Indian , seems to us somewhat tiresome ; at all events , the main portion of the book docs not at all approach its spirited and beautiful opening . Leaving the second , wc come at once to the third book , which opens with a magnificent address to the Sun ;—
Hail , glorious Sun!—all hail the captive ' s friend ! Giver of present joys , where Sorrow fain Would enter and abide , and , traitorous , lend Her power to aggravate the tyrant ' s chain ;—Great Exorcist , that bringest up the train Of childhood ' s joyaunce , and youth's dazzling d' -earns From the heart ' s sepulchre , —until , again , I live in extasy , mid woods , and streams , ind golden ilowers that laugh while kissed by thy bright beams . Aye , —once more , —mirrored in the silver Trent ,
Thy noon-tide majesty I think 1 view "With boyish wonder ; or , till droused and spent With eagerness , peer up the vaulted blue With shaded eyes , watching the larkpursue Her dizzy flight;—then , on a fragrant bed Of meadow sweets still sprent with morning dew , Bream how the heavenly chambers overhead With steps of grace and joy the holy angels tread . In language that docs liim honour as a man as well as a poet , he pays homage to the memory of Irs mother : —
0 heart , —now cold in the devouring grave , And torn , no more , by scorn and suflering , — . How fondly didst thou to thy darling cleave ! Although thy tyrants but a worthless thing Esteemed him . Bankled , deep , oppression ' s Sting Iu thy recesses : —siill , in hardihood Of conscious right , stern challenge thou didst fling Back at thy foemen and their hireling brood , — And beat unto old age with free and youthful blood I Mother ! thy wrongs—tlio common wrongs of all To labour doomed by proud and selfish drones—Enduringly have fixed the burning gall Beep iu my veins—aye , in my very bones ., 1 hate ye , things with surplices and crowns !—Serpents that poison , —tigers that devour Poor human kind , and fill the earth with groans . Through every clime God send ye were no more ! STe'd have a merry requiem from shore to shore .
Taxes for king and priest a knave was wont To filch from my poor widowed mother's toil ; And while tlie prowling-jackall held his hunt , He fattened on the offals of the spoil , And mocked the sufferers ! How my blood did boil When lately I beheld a gilded stone liaised to the memory of this vermin vile , And pious charity ascribed thereon . To him who gray beneath the poor ' s grim curse had grown . I laid my aged mother near the dust Of her oppressor : but no gilded verse Tells how she toiled to win her child a crust , And , fasting , still toiled on ; no rhymes rehearse How tenderly she strove to be the nurse Of truth and nobleness in her loved boy , 'Spite of his ra ; s—
0 Sun , thou dost amerce My withered heart , for the poor fleeting joy "With which thy beams began my sadness to destroy . The Britannia reviewer says , " "We cannot neglect , still less despise , verse like this , because it is mingled with much that we condemn and grieve over . This man is often violent , nay , coarse and brutal ; still he is one favoured of millions—a true aud genuine poet . " He continues his address to the Sun : — Thou gorgeous lamp to light man to the home Appointed for all living!—though elate "With throb of liberty regained I roam O ' er paths to Life's glad morning consecrate"Will not thy flame foreshow tliat for me wait
The prison-portals of the grave—and I but stay At large on sufferance ?—for , the writ of Fate AVill soon arrive , which not a breath ' s delay Brooks , of their full surrender , from the forms of clay . Oh ! couldst thou bare that dark captivity From whence , released , none ever yet returned To tell its secrets—how our dreams would flee . ' "Was it to know Death ' s truths , in life , that yearned The hoary Kelt who on the cromlech burned His brother—hymning thee , the sky—through God " For ages , Man thy huge grey shrines hath spurned , Hocking thy worship ; but , like all who trod Earth then , in dreams , still dream the cluldren of the clod !
Oh how poor human thought doth mask Itself ! I think I see : I think I know ! What further ? > ougkt—to worms ! Although ye knock At truth ' s dark barriers—they will bear the shock - Till doomsday—if it ever come ! If sleep Eternal comes , instead—then , at a stroke , Away , it will hope , faith , and doubting sweep ; And , if we cease to be;—why—we shall cease to weep . The poet glances at the different forms and names under which , at one time or other , the deified personifications of the sun have been worshipped by the
Egyptians , Phoeniciana , Greeks , Chaldeans , and the Celtic races ; and the address closes with , the following beautiful stanzas : — God—claimed by regal Ineas as their sire-Beyond the wave Columbian , where upcone Earth ' s storehouses of silver : sovereign fire !—The young soul ' s natural god ! Visible throne Of holy Nature ' s sovereignty unknown , Invisible!—by whatsoever name Adored aud deified throughout cur zone—Thy worshippers all held thy risen flame Hid for the soul adumbrate some great after-drame !
On shadows these—and more—leaned to the verge Of their poor pilgrimage ; and , lest I lean On shadows , too—though thousand lights converge To deck with loveliness the Ifazarene—I hesitate , demur , surmise , and glean , Daily new grounds to doubt the Mythic dress ri-ttuician woof , once more ! through which is seen , I fear , thy ancient face—brig ht Comeliness !—Fabling with future life poor grave-doomed worms to blessl He whom the Arimafhean ' s tomb enclosed—The good—the toiling one—the CrucifiedlVho , 'spite of guards , tlie bonds of death unloosed , Scattering tlie men of iron in their pride Convulsed to helplessness—and forth did ride leading captivity captive!—Is he not—Magnific beam!—thy power personified—SHit-tombed—and , then , pouring dismay and rout On darkness-while Earth ' s million morning voices
shout ? I love the Galilean : —Lord and Christ Such goodness I could own ; aud , though enshrined In flesh , could worship : If emparadised , Beyond the grave , no Eden I eeuld find Restored-thoug h all the good of humankind Were there , and not that yearning Onc-the poor Who healed , and fed , and blest ! Say to my mmd , Hell would he Heaven , with him ! horror no more ComdWt-ifsuch bed £ nantbeaU . tytr I love the sweet and simple narrative"With ail its child-like earnestness-the page Quadruple where those love-wroug ht wonders Jive . I would the tale were true : that heritage
Of immortality it doth presage ,, „„ , „„ a "Would make me glad , indeed : but doubts becloud Truth's fountain as their depths I seekto guage—Till with this trustless reck ' ning I am bowed-Man ' s heritage is but a cradle and a shroud . Further beauties of the great poet of Chtaiism je will delight our readers with next week . **™« come to the lessor poets of our noble movement . Sad for room , we must , as far as Bf ^ Mg comment . Claiming a well-acquired P ^ W ? comes our northern Irish poe t , whose sim ple , bSeefly-toned melodies hayeso often graced our columns : —
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THE GLOAMIX' HOUIJ . BT J , JI ' K . The summer morn is fair to see , When frae the pearly lawn The lav * reck springs sue cheerily To greet the coming da wa : But though tiie u : or : i be e'er sue sweet It wants the magic spell , That ranks mc love the gloamin' hour When wanderiu * by mysel ' . I love to see the glorious sun Sink lowly in the west , And gie the world a partin' smile Before he gaes to rost . I love to hear the robin bid The lingcrin' day farewell , As laucly at the gloamin' hour I wander by mysel ' .
'lis then I call again to mind Tlio happy days gaiie by , Ere yet the heart had tasted pain , Or knonn of aught but joy . On childhood ' s sweet and sunny scenes My memory loves to dwell , As lanely at the gloamin' hour I wander by mysel ' . And when the rose faulds up its leaveSj As if ' twere gaiie to rest ;
And dewdrops sit as sentinels To guard its blushin' breast ; -lis then I quit the bustlin' town , And seek the lanely dell , To breathe a prayer at glonmiu' hour When wanderiu' by mysel ' . Let others choose the empty noiso Of rout and revelry , I envy not such transient joys , They hac nae charms for me . But 0 ! gie me the dewy ee ' n ,
The sound o' shepherd ' s bell ; The peaceful , lanely , gloainin' houi When wanderiu' by mysel ' .
SEA-SIDE THOUGHTS . BY CE 0 r . CE S . NUSSEY . Unbounded , fathomless , mysterious deep ! With yon bright heaven coeval was thy birth Ifere nature , bursting from chaotic sleep , First cast her glorious vesture o ' er the earth . Onward thou rollest in thy majesty , Earth ' s deepest caverns echo to thy roar ; Jfow in thy pride careering to the sky , Xow softly sleeping ou the pearly shore . Science hath boldly scanned the map of heaven , When circling orbs their sacred vigils keep ; But ne ' er to her excursive foot was given The power to tread the chambers of the deep . Imagination ' s dream alone may tell Of gem-lit grottoes , and perennial bowers ; While gliding forms of grace and beauty dwell , Their brows en-vreathed with crcr-biooiningflowers Who , when thy stormy waves are raging high ,
Come , m their youthful loveliness and bloom , With angel smiles , and seraph harmony , To lure the fated seaman to his doom \ We know the gems that bind the monarch ' s brow Were niched from thy deep bosom , at the price Of human life , for to thy wealth wo owe Full many a dark unholy sacrifice . Proud clement 1 on thy expansive breast Is borne the noblest work of human art ; The gallant ship in bridal beauty drcst , Goes forth with blessings from each feeling ber't ,
Her course , how like the path of human life 1 Sow , calmly gliding ' neath a cloudless sky ; If OK * , breasting with her strength the powerful strife ; Nobly resolv'd to meet her destiny . Thou reckless register of human woe ! Myriads have sank a sacrifice to thee In Youth ' s rich bloom , in beauty's brightest glow , Man iu his prime , and grave maturity . Millions , who sought with hope a mild * r clime , To lengthen out the fragile thread of life ; How have they watch'd the ceaseless hand of time , Unmindful of thy elemental strife . Breathing or supplicating prayer to God , A few short days their fleeting lives to save ; So they might rest beneath their native sod ,
But found within thy depths a nameless gravo . Friends I have lov'd repose upon thy breast , Yet not less sacred is their ocean tomb ; For Memory hovering o ' er their place of rest Hath twin'd a garland of unfading bloom . Were we inclined to be critical—there are incongruities and faults in the following lines we might comment ou : but as our friend is evidently improving , we say—go on ! and do better next time if you cau . The two last stanzas of the following arc the worst , and wc could have wished tlicm omitted : —
ABTTJMK'S DEl'AllTUIlB . BY WILLUJI JONES , LElCESTEB . On pillowing clouds reposing prankt in glory , Graced with a bow such as Spring often wears , Departing Autumn sheds o'er nature hoary , A smile that turns to glittering pearl her tears . The old witch-elin that late so green spread o ' er me In all its soft-decaying tints appears , Long lines of shades and sunny-varying spots , Around are moving seen ' mid spires and groves and cots . As peevish children in capricious mood Snatch mischievous at objects bright and gay ; The restless gales from off the sighing wood , First pluck tho pretty withered-ones away : Thus Death removes the beautiful , the good , Nor often waiteth till life ' s Autumn day , Ah ! who would linger here in age and anguish When all his powers decay and mind and body languish ? On every bent the rain-drop lieth cold ,
And trembles with tlie passing wind s least motion ; And falls when its caresses grow too bold . The swollen rivers onward to the ocean O ' er plain and precipice their progress hold , And murmur in their haste as with the notion—That winter coming soon from polar lands Will freeze and fetter them with'his congealing bands , So the big tear-drop trembles in the eye Of the poor emigrant about to roam From early friends , loved scenes , aud native sky , To find in distant climes a happier home , So hastes he seaward murmuringly—and why ? He knows the wiutry Bank soon will come , Congealing all the springs of industry And filling many a cot with haggard misery . ' The bright clouds rest above , the dark roll under , And ' midst the fleecy-beautiful between , As in soft cradle sleeps the infant thunder ,
Who soon will wake and try his voice I ween . A truant rout , each eager first to plunder Of hip and wild berry the bramble green , Rush forth . How ardent is the youthful mind A tendril to be trained—a metal to be coin'd . The swallow tribes are gone—their twittering glee I heard no longeris these skies of ours , The lark that soar'd so seraph-like and free Is mute—and so are all that charmed the bowers , Except the robin in its wonted tree , "Warbling its hymn clear as in vernal hours , 'lis thus with me—my tuneful friends are flcirn , And I am left , like the sweet bird , to sing alone . See ! through yon furzy copse fleet Reynard sly !—Alas ! his hot pursuers , man and hound , Thrilling the woods are heard distinctly high . Io , they approach , the jj-allant steeds o ' er-bound Every impediment , aud hurrying by
Like a wild vision , seen in sleep unsound , Soon in the echoing distance disappear While horseless artisans bring up the struggling rear . Anemblem this of man . Through life ' s short space , Whether he mansion owns , or rents a cot , Whatever his pursuit , or power , or place , Or wealth , or competence , it matters not , Forward he drives , and joy is in the chase , And truth and virtue oft—too oft , forgot . Happy wluin he so runs as to obtain A wreath that shall in bloom for evermore remain I Of two pieces sent us by Thomas Joses we find the following worthy of insertion ; chiefly , though , on account of the subject the writer has chosen . As a " poet" he has a wide field for improvement yet before hini .
LINES ADDRESSED TO JOHN FROST , Esq . BY TIIOJUS JONES , LIVERPOOL . Hail ! hail ! all hail , thou noble patriot , Frost , The first of Nature ' s nobles , and the friend Of suff ring man , tho' now to us thou ' rt lost ; Yet shall a nation's prayers Heaven's arches rend-Till thee and thy compatriots shall return To bless the land , tliat now your absence mourn . Tho' bound in chains far from your native land , And exiled far from Britain ' s lovely shore ; Still shall thy name the dread of tyrants stand , Whilst patriots thy unhappy fate deplore : Nor shall the sons of Britain cease to mourn , Till thee and thy compatriots shall return . Thy foes in vain attempt to blast thy fame , Ind with their false and basely slandering tongues Heap hideous " Treason" on thy spotless name ;
And thus add insult to thy numerous wrongs . But still thy Cambria ' s sons shall ever mourn , Till thee and thy compatrio ts shall return . Let interested knaves thy fame traduce , And pour disgrace on thy devoted head ; In vain they heap their torrents of abuse , And wish thee number'd with the silent dead . Brave Scotia's sons shall never cease to mourn , Till thee and thy corn-patriots shall return . But soon with joy the merry bells shall ring , And Heaven ' s high arches echo with dehght ; Thou shall the funeral song of faction sing ,
And Albion's sons shall yet obtain their right . A nation ' s mourning then shall turn to joy , And shouts of gladness echo throug h the sky . Come now , all you doubters of the two-acrei land plan , read the glowing picture of a cottage life timon the lines we next give will introduce you to . Bcbj and have done with your doubts lor ever . We com mend the " Last liard of Breffm" to the Land Directory , who , we doubt not , willjwj riHum prize ; ior , of course , ii once the Bard s poetry is
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[ P "'„ a ]{ EuShtnd will bo clamorous for "shares . " 1 ho Laid" writes as follows : — ,, " Siv ' " 7 Iu "filing myself of your kind invitation lo tho least ui the poetS ) x tr , lst thu ^^ wii - ch i 0 n- cr will nov bo the 1 , 'ss nreeptnble from its being some extracts il - olll ail UnpuMU ' . iod poem of mine , wherein I have cndoi-. \ -u-. uj . i tu dsscribo Hie happiness of cottage life . " "Till : PLEASURES" OF HOME . " HY THE LAST HARD OF BREl-FXI , Lives there ou earth , whatever be his lot , But turns betimes to one selected spot Some hallow'd home of sweet remembrance , where , In every interval of toil and earo , His liarass ' il feelings ever find repose , And hopes at last his wander ings there to close 1
On summer nights , when roses quail' the dew , And twinkling stars bedeck the cloudless blue , How sweet to him who , wandering long away , ' Now homeward plods his solitary way . What happy feelings in his bosom glow , When from the shed he hem's liis own cock crow ; The noisy landrail in the grassy sward ; Old Ctesar ' s barking from his kitchen yard ; And purling waters musically flow , Where briers and hazel shade the stream below ! More near , by twinkling s '« r % ht , now he sees His cottage windows gleaming through the trees ; The grassy lea with hawthorns dotted o ' er , Around his hoiuc-grcen to the very door ; The weedy pa tit way winding down ' the dell ; The ancient poplar leaning o ' er the well ; The box-tree thicket round the g-. u'ikn gay , That oft his fancy pictured far away ; These in succession , as they rise , illume His heart , delated with the joys of home .
Itoiv happy they whom gentler fates allow In tlieir paternal fields to reap and plough ! Ft'Olll VOUtll , through mtmUuod , to declining age , The selfsame prospects all Kroiuid engage . Each valley , mountain , hush , and stream revcr'd , By long acquaintance and old names endcur'd . Kveu to the very churchyard sod allied , Where honoured parents moulder side by side . Within those graves , preserved with pious care , When Sunday brings tlieir children musing there . As thus from life these also wend their way , The weeping neighbours crowd their burial day .
Sweet is that home where , round their evening tire , The wedded pair from daily toils retire . The lire , fair biasing through the twilight gloom , Illumes the clear hearthstone and whitened room ; While happy children , at their artless play , A holy purity of mind display . The wakeful cricket tunes his evening song ; The cluck proclaims the hours that steal along ; Blight glow the embers , till the window's light Itojoice some weary traveller of the night . The happy father , willing to be blest , To tenderness and love gives all his breast ; The mother steals a look of holv yjy ,
Where on her bosom sleeps their infant boy . Neglectful of the half-uncover'd breast J lis little waxen lip had lately prcss'd , Smiling she tells , while yet he sleeps away , Of all his sports and frolics of the day ; Boasts of his growth , adjusts his curly hair , Aud asks again , "Is he not very fair V Then , as she softly sings him to repose—As wildly sweet the song melodious hows—With secret joy her happy husband hears The favourite love-song of her maiden years , Which leads him back to tho delightful days When first ho heard her sing these simple lays—When love ' s first raptures blcss'd them in the shade , Anil youthful hope these very scones peurtray'd 1
Some other contributions to our " Feast" arc under consideration ; but any notice of them wc must defer till next week , when wc shall present our readers with course the second . W . W ^ W 1 . 1 II ¦ » M 1 « M « . 1 « IIMIIW . IMW ¦ ....
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WADE'S LONDON REVIEW—Sepiesibkb . London : 0 . 13 . Christian , Whitefriars-sti-Gct , Fleetstreet . " Commercial Aspects , Locomotion , and Railway Speculation" are the subjects treated of iu the first and principal article of this month ' s number . This article is ably written , and contains much that wc accord with ; but much also that is crude and unsatisfactory . If this writer would dive deeper he would bo more likely to succeed In bringing up the pearl of truth , "lie's too much the Gentleman , " is the second of a series of well written papers
entitled "Leaves torn from a Record of Life . " These papers arc written by a lady , the productions of whose pen always delight us : the sound purpose of her writings , aided by their charming simplicity , place them amongst the best of the contents of this publication . '' Ambition ; a Greek talc , " is continued . Who is " II Vagabondo ? " lie promises to turn out a most amusing vagabond : we shall look forward to the continuation ot his reminiscences with no small interest . The most important of the reviews in tins month ' s number is that of the " Memoirs of Sophia Dorothea , Consort of George I . " This book fully discloses the horrid character of that abominable
monster . " Thc / rst of the fools and oppressors called George , " This royal brute , before ho was imported into this country , and while he wps yet a beggarly Hanoverian prince , having for some time treated his wife , the unhappy Princess of Zell , Sophia Dorothea , with neglect and harsh usage , at tho same time cohabiting with other women , one of whom a Mademoiselle ScimxESBuno , had borne him a daughter , and his wife hearing of this , naturally upbraided him for his infamous conduct : —
Ho retorted in a style tliat could only have come from a vulgar profligate , lost to every sense of decency and honour . This excited the indignation of the princess to such a degree , she expressed liei ideas of her husband in language that stung liim to the quick , nnd stung him the more , because he knew he richly deserved it . As he had stooped to be a profligate , he had not much lower to degrade himself in becoming a brute ; and tlie persons in the ante-room werepresently alarmed by hearing screams and cries for assistance , and rushed in just in time to save their mistress from strangulation .
Most of our readers will know that after the treacherous and horrible murder of the unfortunate Count Konigsmark , the princess was compelled to sign articles of divorce , and consigned to imprisonment for the remainder of her years . Her execrable husband , brought hither by the traitorous Whigs , was made King of England ; but she shared not in his new honours . The end of his career is told in the remarks of the reviewer of the " Memoirs : "The tyrant , grown grey in the midst of his infamous and licentious Court , relaxed not in the harsh , unjust imprisonment of his consort . She died , and at length his conscience awoke , in time to torment , not to cause repentance . It had been prophesied that he would not long survive her , and , on hearing of her death , he sank into a deathlike torpor , from which fury alone against his son temporarily roused him . A marvellous narrative is related of the immediate cause of the king ' s death : it needs not , however , a supernatural agency to punish the
evil deeds of man , or cause his own remembrance to become a punishment too hard to be endured . In the disputes with the heir of his kingdom , the infamous plundering , the vile conduct of his Court , the wars which rent his new dominions , and continued during tho reign of tlie second of his name—in the reproaches of his own heart , the desolate friendlessness of his death—above all , the infamous mime he has bequeathed to posterity , we sve the just retribution of his crimes to his guiltless wife . The sins of the father were visited on the children to the third and fourth generation . Loug after his time was the house of Brunswick distinguished for tlieir vices rather than their virtues . It is said when Queen Caroline , the long-persecuted wife of George IV ., refused the increased allowance offered to her , she was toasted as " the only member of the house of Brunswick that ever refused money ! " With equal justice might they on that day , at least / have been distinguished as " the family , no member of which ever behaved well to a woman 1 "
" Such be thy gods , 0 Israel !" There are several other reviews in this number , brief and interesting .
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THE TRAVELLER'S MAGAZINE-Septesibbb . London : T . C . Newby , 12 , Mortimer-street , Cavendish-square . The editor , in his " First Pilgrimage and Last Tour , " conducts us this month to Vienna , of which we would rather have heard something move than is here narrated , although to make room for a lengthier description , the not very entertaining sayings and doings of Monsieur Biluoquet- had been altogether omitted . ^ " Random Recollections of New South Wales" is the first of what promises to be a verv
interesting series of papers . Perhaps the raciest thing in this month ' s number is the burlesque opera , " Aiigelique ; or , the Yachtsman Magnetised . " We would earnestly recommend its transter to the stage , where , it is our belief , its success could not fail to be triumphant . We are sorry that the review of" Hints on the Nature and Management of Duns" is not more extended ; however , the extracts given will be sure to impart to the reader a keen appetite for the entire work . From this review we quote the following specimen of this most witty and clever book ;—
¦ all is nvxDual I own this to be a sometvhatuncomfortabledoctrine . but it is a true one ; and though we should agree with Doctor Pangloss , in" Candide , " that " all is for the btst in this best of all possible worlds , " still , if we impartially consider the matter under its various phases , wo must equally acknowledge that this " best of all possible worlds" is in itself a globular mass of unmitigated Humbug ! The lawyer who defends a murderer ; the clergyman who eonsigns his brother clergyman to perdition , because he himself wears a surplice in the pulpit , and the other a gown ; the friend who tests your friendship by requesting you to accept a bill for Ms accommodation and jour inconvenience ; the mistres s who smothers you with kisses while another young gentleman has just made his exit from the house before yonr arrival ; the Maw worm who assigns heaves to himself and a warmer climate to " publicans and aar . ers f the bishop who clutches the mitre while " nolo
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episcoparl "{ ivocuvite from liis lips ; the philanthropist who votes ' * bcths and washhuuses" for the poor who have no clothes to wash , and no food to cat ; the good Samaritan who gets uii a fancy ball for distressed Poles , while myriads of his fellow- Englishmen are starving in the streets ; the mouascli v , i : o in one paragraph of his speech rejoices in the friendly assurances of foreign powers , and in the next announces that a considerable increase must be made in the naval estimates ; the minister who congratulates the country ou the improved state of its finances in one breath , and in the next claps on an income-tax for
the next three years ; each and aU of these are inspired by 8110 god , like the l ' ylhian priestess of Delphi , and that god is—Humbug : Disguise it as you may , the deformitv will still peep through ; gild the pill if you like , but the c .-llome ! is still in it ; dress the devil in a suit of Stttitz's , and still there will bo some "hole behind , " where "his tail comes through . " It is of no use mincing the matter ; Humbug is in everything , and everywhere . These very linos I am writing , under the pretence of advice to th'tri mentals , but in reality to procure myself a bottle of liurgundy , are—Humbug !
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MEMOIRS OF AN UMBRELLA . By G . lli-n-BEiix Kcdweli .. PartII . London : E . iM . ickcnzic , 111 , l- 'k-ot-street . These " Memoirs" arc becoming more and more interesting ; and , judging by the favourable notices we observe in the columns of many of our provincial contemporaries , we conclude must * be fast acquiring an extensive popularity . The present part contains a new nnd charming ballad ( with the music ) , entitled , *¦ Ah ! would our eyes had never met , " written ami composed by Mr . Rodwell . The illustrations to this work are in l'nia ' s best style .
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Loxno . v Corn * Exchange , Septembeii 15 . —During the past week the arrivals of wheat of home produce were seasonably good , but of very middling quality , the bulk being composed of new parcels prematurely threshed out . The receipts of English barley , oats , and beans were small , those of malt , peas , and ilour tolerably extensive . Oi' Irish oats , owing to tlio long continuance of easterly winds , the fresh supplies wove small , while the imports of foreign wheat , outs , and most other articles were not to say huge . Up to this morning ' s market only moderate supplies of wheat came to hand from Essex , Kent , and Cambridgeshire consequently the stands were by no means heavily supplied . The attendance of buyers being numerous , and tlie demand for foreign wheat active , tlie trade for all kinds of English wheat was active , afc an advance in the currencies obtained on this day
se iinight of from Is . to 2 s . per quarter , and at which a good clearance was effected . The letters which have reached us from the Baltic and other parts today arc of a firm character . From Daiitzie , under date the ISthinsfc ., wc learn that wheat had advanced there 5 s . per quarter , arising from the large orders received from Holland and Belgium . This , together with several buyers being on tho market from the latter portions of the continent , gave great firninoss to the importers , who were asking extravagantly high rates for bonded wheat . The transactions , however , were not very large , but about 12 , 000 quarters sold for immediate shipment to Belgium at prices as high as oO . s . for middling red . Free Foreign wheats were hold at la . to ' - ' s . per qr . more money , at which a fair amount of business was transacted . As some cf the speculators arc anticipating a decline in the duty on Thursday next , very little wheat has boon entered for home consumption since our last . Wc had a very
small suppl y ot barley , English as " n'Cll as loi'Clgil , Oil sale , hence the demand for that article was steady , at fully , but nothing quotable beyond , last week ' s currencies . Iu bonded barley a few transactions took place at late rates . The " supply of malt being more than r . dequate to meet the wants of the dealers , the demand ruled heavy , and previous rates were with difliculty supported . Of oats wo had a limited show . On the whole the oat trade v . 'as in a sluggish state , yet wc can notice no alteration in value . The sale for beans was tolerably steady , at late rates , l ' cas owing to a large quantity being taken for Belgium , were tiriu at an advance of from Is . to 2 s . per qr ., and at which nearl y tho whole on offer were disposed of . The Hour trade was steady , and previous figures were well supported . The sale for mustard seed was firm . In other kinds of seeds very little was doing . cuiutKXi : prices of grain , teu impehiai . QUAM ] iR . -British . s s s s Wheat , Essex . & Kent , new ifc old red 49 CG White 50 GO Jforiblk and Lincoln . ... do U ) 55 Ditto u () 58 Northum . aud Scotch white 40 56 Fine 50 57 Irish red old 0 0 Hed 48 SI White 5 i 50 live Old 29 32 Kew 29 30 Brank 31 S 3 Barley Grinding .. 26 27 Distil . 28 30 Malt . 3132 Malt Brown .... 52 54 Tale 55 50 Ware CO 62 JleaiiS TiuisoldiuowS ? SS Harrow 98 40 1 'iscon 41 ii t'eas Grey ...... 35 33 Maple 31 33 White 33 40 Oats Lincolus & Yorkshire Peed 22 24 Poland 21 2 « Scotch Angus 23 25 Potato 26 23 Irish White 20 23 Ulack 20 22 Per 2301 b . net . s b I Per 2 S 0 lb . net . s t Town-made "Flour . ,. 51 03 ] Norfolk ii Stockton 36 86 Essex and Kent , , , , S 3 42 j Irish ....... 37 39 Free . Bond . Foreign , s s s s Wheat , llawtslc , ltomgsburg , & c 55 C 2 43 47 Marks , -Mecklenburg 53 59 32 SB Danish , llolstein , and Priesland red 48 52 28 31 ISussiau , Hard 48 52 Soft . . . i 8 52 28 30 Italian , ltcd . . 50 52 White ... 84 OS 32 29 Spanish , Hard . 50 52 Soft .... 52 52 31 35 Itye , Ualtic , JJried , ... 28 30 Undried . . 25 30 22 31 Barley , Grinding . 24 26 Malting . . 28 30 VJ ' 24 Beans , . Ticks . . 34 36 Egvntian . 34 35 28 it Peas . While . . 37 39 Maple . . 36 37 28 32 Oats , Dutch , Brew aud Thick 23 25 20 SO Kussian feed , 20 22 14 22 Danish , l- ' i-icsland feed ......... 20 22 14 Id Flour , per barrel 28 30 21 27 AVERAGE PRICES Of the lust six weeks , which regulate the Duties from the 11 th to the 17 th of September ,
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, Wheat Barley Oats . ¦ Itye . Beans i'cas . w 7 ek ending s - "' S ' ' ' ' ~ * ' d ' ' ' ' ' Aug 2 , 1845 .. 53 3 29 8 22 5 34 G 40 5 41 0 Week ending Aug . 0 , 1815 .. 55 3 2 y 7 23 S 33 10 41 0 39 0 Week ending Aug . 16 , 1845 .. 57 0 29 4 22 2 34 4 41 2 39 7 YfcisVs . ending Aug . 23 , 1 S 13 .. 07 0 29 9 22 g 33 4 41 S 39 11 Week ending Aug . 30 , 1815 .. 56 6 30 0 22 4 35 7 42 0 33 4 Week ending Sept . 6 , 1815 .. 55 10 31 8 22 10 33 5 42 0 3 G 9 Aggregate aver , age of the hist six weeks .. 55 10 30 0 22 C 34 2 41 0 33 11 London averages ( ending Sept . 9 , 1845- 50 5 27 10 21 10 S 3 0 43 1 39 4 Duties .. .. 17 0 80 CO 80 1 G 46 London Smith-field Cattle Mahket , Moxdat , Sept . 15 . —Since this day se'iinight , the imports of live stock from abroad , into London , have been on a very extensive scale , they having been as under : — Where from . Oxen . Cows . Sheep . Calves Ocean Rotterdam 34 01 517 0 Columbine ... do . 0 1 G 112 — Sea Flower ... do , SO 10 30 — Batavier do . 40 29 73 — William Jollilfe do . 9 4 6-1 18 Leith Hamburg 20 —• — —•
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Totals for London 157 120 801 27 In additition to the above , 20 oxen have been landed at Southampton from Yigo , 100 beasts and 50 sheep at Hull from Holland , and 37 oxen and cows at Dundee , from llolstein . As at least two-thirds of the importations into the metropolis have been disposed of immediately on being landed , * the numbers on sale here to-day were small , viz ., 50 oxen and cows , CO sheep , and four calves , the whole of which were in fair average condition . Fresh up to our market today the arrivals of home-fed beasts were , even the time of year considered , unusually large ; they amounted to nearly 4 , 000 head , the quality of which was certainly good . The attendance of buyers being rather numerous , the primest beef sold at prices about equal to those obtained last week , but the value of an ether descriptions sutt'eveti a decline oi * 2 d . per Slbs . From the northern districts upwards of 1 , 000 boasts were received , whilst from the eastern parts of England COO scots , homubreds , and shorthorns came to hand . The number from the western and
midland counties embraced 700 shorthorns , & c , from the other parts of England 400 of various breeds , from Scotland 200 scots , and from Iveland ' 00 oxen , The numbers of sheep M * crc again limited , the present season considered . Prima old Downs were in failrequest , ut full rates of currency : but all other kinds were very dull , and in some instances a shade lower . Lambs were in limited supply and inactive inquiry , at unaltered figures . "Wo had a fair average number of calves on oiler . The veal trade ruled inactive , at Friday ' s depressed quotations . Prime small pigs were " in fair request . All other breeds were very
By the quantities of 81 b ., sinking the offal . s . d . s . d Inferior coarso beasts ... 8 4 2 8 Second quality . . . . 2 10 3 i Prime large oxen • • 3 4 8 t > Prime Scots , < tc 8 8 4 0 Coarse inferior sheep . ¦ . 3 0 a 4 Second quality • * " ? 5 * S Prime coarse wooiled «•• " **?; J ' rime Southdown . . . * 8 5 © Lambs ..... . * 0 5 G large coarse calves . « » * * Prime small ™ £ an n Suckling calves , each . . x 2 5 o 2 Large hogs a in 4 4 Neat small porkers , . . . 8 i « * * Quarter-old store pigs , each . , m u * « HEAD OF CATTLE ON SAM .
.... ( From the Hooks of the Clerk of the Market . ) Beasts , 3 , 309-Shecp and Lambs , 26 , S 40-Carves , 138-Pigs , 321 . Richmond Cons Mabkbt , Sept . 18 . —Tho weather still continues favourable , hut there is very little corn fit to cut in this neighbourhood " -there were a few sam ples of new wheat shown in our niaricefc to-day , which were very moderate ; the supply of grain was tolerable . Wheat sold from 7 s . 8 d . to 8 s . 3 d . ; oats 3 a . to 4 s . ; barley 4 s . to 4 s . 3 d . ; beans 5 s . 3 d . to yjs . Od . per bushel ,
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Ai'i'iioi'm . iTK Pkkskxt . —It is not generally known that Prince Albert— " his brows bound with victorious [; arlaiii ! s , "—ou his return to the Isle of Wigat from deer-killing , was waited upon by a deputation of ladies , who presontctt Mm wild a blue apron , verv curiously worked , in honour of his recent conquest of the stags . The Indies represented the body of butchers ' wives of London , and the blue apron was worked with a coittc . tu e chasie , and various gouts of blood , in scarletsllk . Wo understand that the masterbutchers themselves intend to offer for the royal acceptance a magnificent knife , and a beautiful steel , manufactured from the very bwt German metal . — 1 ' unch , THE coin \ huntsman ' s CHORUS .
What sportsman can vie with the sportsnnn of Gotlia ? Pov whom foams more brightly litVs glass of chain p . igne ? What butcher can boast him a handsomer ijuotn Of meat in the course of his life to have slain ? Willi riile liis band in , Ifo takes liis proud stand in His shoolin £ -ho . \* raised on a hillock ' s ascent ; Ami from that pavilion , Deals "Death to the Million " Of deer down below him iu fold snugly pent . Chorus . Bang , uon-a-uop , pop-a-pop , pop-a-pop , pop pop , Dang , bang , bang ; Go it , go it , go it , go it—pop ; Oo it—bang , Go it—pop , Go it , bang away , nop !
The arbour around him with tloK ' tvte k tv ' . eVd out , Audfutittv-e . awl lusatlMnr so pretty and line ; Beneath run the bucks and the dues to be pick'd out , Del ' orchini are tables with cr . ke-uid with wine . The deer whilst he ' s slay ing , Musicians are playing , And Polkas u-. id Walty . es resound through thegrove ; And mellou- his popping , The animal ' s " dropping " As he lounges at ease iu his shadv alcove .
Chorus . —Dang , pop-a-pop , & e . Gay hunters—their master ' s protection their duty-Aticml him in liveries of green and of gold , Whilst a little way oil ' sit the Daughters of lieauty , Surveying the feats of the sportsman so bold ; ' With ogling and f niili .- ig , His labours beguiling , As whizz ! from its barrel his riile-ball ilies . Oh 1 scarcely less killing , I'll wager a . shillinjr . Arc the glances as often that Hash from their
eve-Qhorus . —Ihing , pop-a-pop , tvc . Declare , now , ye yagers ofUppiny ; , who follow The hounds at the risk of your limbs and your lives , If this kind of sport doesn ' t beat your own hollow , And wouldn't suit better your sweethearts and wives ? Take , then , to deer shooting , Doth lipping and Tooting , And you , nil ye suburbs of famed London Town ; Let sportsmanship tire you , And courage inspire you , With Cobuvg and Gotlia to strivi- for renown . Chorus . — Hang-, pop . a-pop . ifce . Ibid .
~ \ Y \ r Panic at IIrichtos .-t-TIic inhabitants of Brightliclmstoii were alarmed a little while ago by the arrival of the iVeneh war : learner , the Pluton , and it was generall y rumoured { jiroil ' ill tllC tOWll tllilti the 1-Vencli were in the act of iiivadin : ; England , and tliat Joinvillc would take up his head ' quarters at tho Albion . _ Some , who had no nation of what an invasion could bo like , ran donn to the beach lo look at it ; and others , who had no nation ot * being present at a thing of the kind , hurried od' to town by the first train after the French steamer appeared in the oiling . The one artilleryman , into whose tu-ins all Brighton
must rush for defence in the event of a hostile attack on its unprotected shores , was busy rubbing up with , sand-paper the touch-holes of the pieces of ordnance , on which the Urightonkus rely "lor safety tmdtbr succour . " Happily , the whole turned out to be a false alarm ; and originated in the fact that the French , not knowing how to construct a breakwater , came over to see how Captain Taylor had made his . Tho crew of the French steamer , after looking at tlio breakwater , and velreshiHg lliem * civcs with somo shrimps and small beer , returned to their vessel , where " Rien alter "—no go—was entered in the logbook as the result of their expedition . —iWd .
IJItL-TUS , TIIII IMIIJlIsrilii . Down with the Press ! The hireling pens , who ' re paid for what they write , Who make a bad cause plausible , and alter black to white ; Let others coin their brains for dross , here ' s one that mjver can , For Brutus is a Darrister , " an honourable man 1 " 'lis true , in Justice' holy cause a point I souiclunos strain ; I own with pride ? I ' ve done it , and Impc to do again : Tor such has been the rule of Court shine first the Bar began , And "Barrister" ivas svnonvmc for " honourable man !"
Suppose my client be a rogue , he is my client still ; To prove the guilty innocent ' s tlio ( ritunph of my skill ; The truth or falsehood of my tutu the judge sits there to scan , I ' m not the less a Barrister , " an honourable man !" You'd stare to see how I cm wind the jury round my thumb , How fast and free my tears can fioiv , when sentiment I eomo : A timid witness I browbeat , an honest one trepan , And all the world says , Brutus is " an honourable man !" While pleading for a murderer , ( 1 brought him off seot free , ) The . fool coufess'd ; but I was bound by honour and my foe : Of course I hmsh'd the defence , which I'd so well began . And his Lordship said I'd acted as " an honourable man !"
I ' m anything but squeamish , but still—sloop I to report ! Why every curl would stand erect on every wig in Court I Xo , never ' . Thus upon the I ' ress I place my solemn baU | I , ih'Ulus , Bai-ristcr-at-Law , and " honourable man !" Tnu QuEiix ix Teaks . —The Standard deposes to a fact which entirely escaped the correspondents of tho morning papers at Gotlia , viz ., that the Queen shed tears while viewing the mnsh-talked-of stag-slaughter in tho forests near it . As it was the express duty of tho reporters to relate every thing remarkable , it ia not very likely they would have omitted such a melting proof of tender-heartedness as this . They , however , said nothing , an ominous proof that they had nothing to say . The Standard , however , asserts the facts of royal * tearfulness , and everybody knows that the Standard is a paper so devoted to truth , and so invariably accurate , that it were treason to doubt that her Majesty wept tlie fate of the deer despatched by her princely consort .
ArrnorniATELY Named . —Ihe scene of the lato German battue , near Goth , is , wo hear , in future to boar the name of Gol-gotha , in honour of the dcerslaughtcr which has recently taken place , as well as in compliment to the shdls of those in whom tha idea originated . "iXo Monopoly . "—Bonc-cmshingis forbidden by authority in the diflbront unions . The different railway companies ought to be deli ' . 'Uted at tho promulgation of this order , as they will now have the operation all to themselves . A IIomk Thrust . — "Wo shall never make anything _ of Caniula , " observed an English colonist , •' until we Anglicise and Protestantise " it , * " to which a French seigneur rejoined with bitterness , "Had you not hotter finish Ireland that' : "
A Sly Old House . —A horse in Preston market , seeing its driver unfold some Evcrton toil ' y , began to cough very smartly . The old man offered ifc somo of the dainty ; which it received , and gtive over coughing immediately . A CoitRKCT Definition * . —Tom , what do ' cm mean by the Legislative and Kxccutimi Who or what ia it ? Doesn ' t thee know- 'i—why I'aiiUnncnt and Jackketch , to be sure , you fool . A New Dhorek or iliiLATiONSinr . —It lias been untruly said , that there is nothing new under the sun . One ' asked Mister Patrick Alaguire if ho knew Mr . Tim Dully ? * ' Know him ? "' sms-vered he , " why he is a very near relation of mine ; he oust proposed to marry my sister Kate !" Caudlk Pnoo ?!—There is an old fellow , named William Mills , near Londonderry , halo and hearty , though his age is upwards of a century . He is living happily with his eighth wife .
Tim EviiitLASTiNO Pjpk !—Tiic civic procession at Bonn , tu receive Q . u « en Victoria , was hc-ukd \> y tho chief magistrate , arrayed in his robes of office , and smoking his pipe ! SriiilT axd Water . —The Springfield Post says , a lame man would havo been drowned in the townbrook had lie not been so full of liquor that the water couldn't get into him . —Boston Mail . The Four Grand Viziers of England . —The Ameer wished to have the names of four grand Viziers and twelve little Viziers of England , and tho forty-two Elders . I gave to his Majesty a list of tho names of the present Ministry when the Makhram returned in a fury , and said that his Majesty had
found mc out to be a liar , for the four grand Viziers , according to Colonel Stoddart ' s account , were Laard Maleburiic , Laard Jaan Itawsall , Laard Maalegraave , Score Jaane Ilabchause . I was brought in to tho King , and then had to give a complete idea of the Constitution of England ; which , thoughhis Majesty could not understand it fully , yet 1 convinced him that my list might be true alsoespeciallas I was able to tell him tho names tioxi . —Dr . Wolff ' s Jlission to Quakek ' s IIemooi ' .-. A terously , when one of the along accosted him very p away , friend , swear away ,. stuff out of thee ; for theo with that bad stuff in thy
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Northern Star (1837-1852), Sept. 20, 1845, page 7, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/ns2_20091845/page/7/
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