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      -£ H;5 (Saturday, January 1st) Is The Bi...

      - _£ h _; 5 ( Saturday , January 1 st ) is the birth-day of a _^ _yesr . The sad andgloamy * One thousand eight % Jred and _forty-seven' is now numbered with the " mi flat _vere , * faat ' aB the _eTilmen do liYes after ' _^ m' so , we fear , will the ills of which the year now t _^ a was the _witnes ? , sumve for at least some time Kane _, _disease is stiil hurrying its victims to _prer _itnre graves ; and if we may trust the predictions of _S jical prophets , the mflaenzi is but the precursor _F _j { . _frald of the still more dreaded cholera . Heaven _* us from the invasion of that enemy . But it is _CjDto ' weary Heaven with prayers , ' unless we per-Ljj our own duty . The Gods help them who help Jtiffis elves . Let the rich cleanse the dwellings of the _•^ sad substitute comfortable homes for wretched L _f . Let employment be found for the unemployed , _gjt they may exchange their rags for warm and « tjn 2 clothing , and _lorget hunger ' s pangs by _obtain-^ fair share of the food which of right belongs to _$ & . If tQis is not done , the year now commencing _j _^ y be a more mournful term of time than even the -sr union _ig now no more .

      • f rom one end of Ireland to the other , the wail of _f £ 5 pair is borne upon the winds , and wafted across _cjtfeorge ' _s Channel , finds a frightful response in the _poking cry and muttered curse of the starving _mil-$ 0 S of Great Britain . We warn the admirers of _^ _f ' glorious iustitatiocs , ' that if this state of things _p _iitiriues much longer , it is not the concession of the < cjs points' only that will _satif y the people . There _J-v te a more _tcrribleagitation than any this country _£ , 5 ' _vet seen , and for objects even more startling than _£ S Charter . And why not ? The people arestarving _^ ] snd of plenty ; homeless on a soil which has rBDia enough for quadruple the number of happy _j _^ pcien , that there are now of discontented slaves ; while abundance of

      _jjjjj _^ s . clothing surrounds them , _JJ .. J is fabricated by them ; in short , doomed to the f sie D- Tantalus ; all the materials of happiness _j _^ sicg _iy within their grasp , and at the same time _^ compassed by all the wees of an earthly hell . Let _g-5 rich , the privileged , and the prand , pause in _* eir career , and' learn to do justice and love mercy . ' _J gttbem remember the lesson taught them not very lose _s hj another people , who failing to obtain _iiistice fir themselves , and goaded to madness by their sufferings _, at length executed pitiless justice _^ _on their oppressors . The aristocracy of France—<; jsew that men were brothers , but in their lust they trod , Oa the lessons of their priests , _andjthe warnings of their God .

      • _jfcev _Snew that men were _brot-. _ers , but they heeded not the Lord , Sows taught them the great truth anew , with fire and _with sword . ' Tins has the aristocratic member for Canterbury _jfjClilsd the past of another country ; pray Heaven he mav not also in those lines have pictured the future _[ ifoarown . With these remarks by way of preface , we Bhall E proceed to introduce to our readers a few poetical pieces , ' like orient pearls at random strung . ' Some j _^ Ecied . and some the _original contributions offriends . " _fosijall _cemmencB with a poem by our friend and _ccliescue , Ernest Jones , which cannot fail to win for fist gentleman new laurels . Rightly is he named , ! _5 i to _write as he has written in the following _pasrocate outburst , he must , 33 Kemble said ef _Kean , be _iirrib'v in earnest - " '—

      A NEW _TEAK' 3 CUP . _ET EEKEST J OKES . Ho ' , merry New Tear , I keep thee vrell , In the hoilow grave of my oozing cell Hark ! Hark ' how my _fillers play ! Ike winds that dash down the frosty way ; Sre ! See ! how the dancers corae ! lilt horrors that crowd in the poor man ' s home ; And my board with a dainty feast is spread , With insult and anzer for meat and bread ; Ana s goodly thins is my wassail bowl , To cbeEr the thoughts of a Christian Eonl 1 ni _? h High I wave it high . ' Sd _hfch that the rirh may taste , On their golden eminence placed : 'Tis the cup of misery !

      Com forth from the depth of your marble hold , Ton soft-skinned heir to the curse of gold I _Vouchsafe for once with your haughty eye , To see how the millions live and die : 'lis a cruel life—with its weary woe ! ' "lis a cruel death—for they perish slow ! Bat the fathering _wruth of an outraged race _laL'oirs ji £ e flame on yonr stately trace : Then drink yonr wine with what heart yoa can , While I quaff my cup to my fellow man , High ! Hieh ! wave it high ! Cp to his _cnrliag lip _. That the child of lords may sip : 'Tis the enp of _miserr !

      Ho ! But for the space of a night cast aside , The cumbrous pomp of yonr paltry pride . _Tp and away from your costly board ! Fp and away from your golden hoard ! _TTp and away from your stately haU , _Atidsiiriions , and menials , and _paraslies all ? Fp and away from your couch of down , Anifceg your bed through the streets of the town ! 'Twill teach you hov merry the life of the peor _. And I'll drink to you , man , for my cap flows o ' er . High I High' Wave it high ! Turn not your head aside : 'Tis a medic ! ne good for pride : 'lis the cop of misery !

      Oh . ' How you would shiver , and howl , and wail , 'Hid the pitiless roar of the storming gale ! Snipped of lie glare of your _trappiBrs high nttre would be then your nobility I A helpless , naked , shivering _thing—Prisit and Usurer—Lord and King ! While I can _bafiet and _bsSe the storm , lad 3 _iL-gb as _itjpins from my stricken form , ? sr my cap flows o ' er , and I know by the sign , is the world whirls round , so the tarn will he mine ! Hieh ! _Hish ! Wave it high !

      Let him drink of what he poured—Let feim taste of what he stored r 'Tis the cup of misery 1 Silk-worm , that crawls en the naked earth I Tell me , what now is thy human worth t _^ _"here is the hand with its plastic might f " " " here is the thought with its kindling light f Tear Peers by the patent of nature are few _. And thay left your ranks to make war on you , Tis with as—with us—that the glory remains , Of the skilful hands and the scheming brains . Then— drink !—drink!—6 ince ages we've quaffed—The turn has come round , and now your ' s is the draught _, _ffijh ; High J _Wave it hi gh ? TVby do ye blench and shrink , Prom what ye bade us drink ? 'lis the cup of misery ;

      1 * 11 me , where is your safety now , With the crest of pride , the humble brow ? It VKs in the at art of the stricken Slave ; far h- measures not by the meed yon gave . And the bitter cup yon bade him drink , He dashes to atoms on slavery ' s brink . _Anj he cries , as he casts his chains at your feet , 'lathe sweat of thy brow , thy bread sbatt thou eat

      I And he drisks you a rouse for the bonny New rear , Then , np with the goblet so crystal and clear . \ High ! High ! Wave it high ! For evtry man to taste ! Wherever horn or placed ! j 'lis the cup of liberty 3 \ The following , although from the ComicMmanae , is I toe portrait of one section efthe ' superior classes ' j _»« aos 2 lips Mr Jones commends misery ' s cup I * _oald that ihev had te drain it to the dregs : —

      | THE RESPECTABLE MAN . } A _Vishlr respectable Han I * Iscariot Ingots , Esquire , I H 4 ' s ' post obits' on half the * Blue Book , ' j An 4 a mortgage or two in each shire ; ; And having more cash than be needs , Why he _lenfis the poor all he can , i Ana oniy takes sixty per cent ., I Lite a highly respectable man . I Be ' _t a house like a nobleman's furaish'd , ! His side-board , too , blazing with plate , j Aad half silver , half gold , you'd daclare ' l £ belonged to some peer of the State }

      I So it did—till he seized it in payment Of his sixty per centum per _asn . ; ! _^ od now he gives dinners to show it _. Like a hi ghly respectable man . Bis _tathi r _in-law ' s an attorney , And his brother a dealer in wine , _and hi , _fcr-itner-in-Iaw's a bum-bailiff , And his son in the auctioneer line ; s » first , you ' ve 'half wine' for your bills , _^ Then are 6 _utd . seized . so ! d np by the clan ;

      • tor he lov = s to assist his relations , Like a highly _respectable _rcBn . _** rtbe assurance of lires he ' s an office , To make his small profits the more ; " jon _aikhim to di « count , he tells yon For security , you must insure . ' J _<* dra « an honest men ought to do eo—Besides it ' s so easy a plan , _* a < l with something to leave on your death . bed , Ton die such a respectable man . ' it s eaid he ' s a _tjrant at home ,

      _^ _Tia ! ' -he je » tls . kis wife has fof _shOW , "ere all 0 f iDem EaiT £ S r r some wound—That each diamond ' s heal'd up a blow ; ' _^ hatfcis children , on hearing his knock , To the top of the house always _ran—^" _Ki th ten thousand _pausds at his banker ' s Be ' s ef awn a resptctable man . _&• he ' * kindness itself to young' bloods , ' And Khen _jyrdljngg solicit his aid , _fffa yhe talks like a father , and aeks Sow is _tiitj per cent , to be paid ? _^ extravagance rtally would ruin j , e richest in all Hindostan ; _* at to serve them he'll do a' poBt ebit . ' _^ ethigbly respectable man . '

      -£ H;5 (Saturday, January 1st) Is The Bi...

      Still gome _« scoundrels' declare he ' s hard-hearted That he curses each beggar he meets _~> ~ That for rent he _uahous'd his old father , And of want let him die is the streets ; Pooh ! pooh ! he subtcribes every quarter For the mission ' ries sent to Japan , And if that doesn ' t make one respectable . " v 7 by , what is a respectahle man ? Of religion he well knows the value , For he was the first of beginners To run np a fashionable chapel For elegant ' mt 8 ' rable 6 inntrs ;' AHd to hire a good-looking parson To tell dowagers * life ' s hut a span , ' For he loves to _serre b > th God and Mammon Like a highly respectable man . Bis daughter has married far love .

      Though she'd offers from persons of rank . And * Lady , ' at least might have been With them » ney he had in the bank ; But since she thought fit to disgrace him , She may live in the best way 6 ke can , So he leaves his own daughter to starve , Like a highly respectable man . Then he makes a fresh will every quarter—Or wheahe ' s a fit of' tire blues 'Or his wife has offended him somehow—Or some son will not feHow his views ; And he threatens to leave them all beggars , Whene ' er they come under bis _ban—Hb'il bequeath all his wealth to an hospital , Like a highly respectable man . We extract the following trom the _Kew York _TmanvE . —

      The Irish Mother. ' They Shall Hunger No...

      THE IRISH MOTHER . ' They shall hunger no more . '—J _?« _rcZati 0 ! is vii . 16 . I heard the lament of a poor Irish mother , As watch by tha forms of the famished she kept ; The wan , wasted features of sister and brother Were bathed by the drops she had uselessly wept : Oh ! sweet was her lay for the burden It bore' They shall hunger no more . ' ¦ While winter ' s rude wind through each cranny was sighing Thelast , blackened crumb to my firstborn I gave : I opened my veins when my yosngest was dying , Aroused by a mother ' s wild instiact to save—The lips of my darling are wet with the gore-She will hunger no more . Food flung by the fox-hunting lords of this nation ,

      With predigal hands to their hounds , would _Bubdue In many a _hevel the pangs of starvation , And thankfulness waken that pomp never knew : Poor babes I I regret not your anguishis o ' er—Ye will hunger no more . While famine the flesh on their bones was consuming It crazed me to hear their low moans nigh tand day-No brand on the desolate hearth-stone illuming Their conches of cold , musty straw with its ray ; Now calmly they rest , side by side , on the floor' They shall hunger no more . * Oh ! dark is the _eload that impends over Britain ! The wrongs of the wretched make barren her soil ; That country with curses should ever be smitten

      ¦ Where perishing want iB forbidden to toil-Where hunger kills more than disease or the sword , And white-handed Shth finds a plentiful board . The following voice from a ' Chartist farmer * should convince our Irish brethren that the English Chartists are their true friends : —

      AN APPEAL FOR IRELAND . There ' s a scream of despair from Erin ' s isle , A Bation ' _s tear and a nation ' s wail . It tells of long oppression and guile , lis echo is borne on the western gale . Starvation Ftalks her plains among And fell disease with direful sway , Has stilled the peasant ? joyous 60 » g Whilst thousands pine and die away . Alas for Ireland ! wiU no one save ? Can Britain ' s _boub no help afford ? Must _myriads sink into their grave ,

      Whilst avarice counts its glittering hoard ? Shall landlords reap the harvest of their toil , And spend in luxury the peasant ' s gain , "Whilst they who till their native soil Are dying fast from hunger ' s pain ! Tes ] Britain's * r m is stretched to _* ave , Her Commons Honsehath heard your cry , Coercion first ! and then the grave ! Listen , je rebel Celts—and die !' Oh , Heaven ! hear and avenge this doom , On tyrants let thy judgments fall . Save this wronged people from the tomb , Avert their dismal funeral pall . .

      And ye , the Euglish patriot band , Disclaim your senate ' s fiendish howl ! _Troclaim in thunder through the land Tour hatred of Coercion foul . Support _O'Connar and the brave few , The unequal struggle to maintain , Who 'mongst the faithless still are true , And well their ronntry ' s cause sustain . Thomas JIaetin _Wheeleb , O'Connorrille . We lately received a packet of hand-bills published and circulated by E . S , Wilkinson , ' Hatter and _Soortsman , ' of 9 D , _iBroad-street _, Reading . These bills are , in their way , * curiosities' of shop-keeping ' literature / The author announces that he deals in _« Hunting . Shooting , Fishing , and [ Peaching Hats ;' but the said announcement is made subsidiary to the more important contents of the bills—denunciation of the Game Laws . These denunciations are both in prose and poetry . We subjoin a specimen .

      THE PRINCE AND THE PEASAHT . A _GAHE IAW D 1 T 1 I . HE Spert for the Prince ! 'Tis bis pleasure to shoot : Quick , to your duties—dogs , keepers , and lords j Belt the rich flask on his gentleman ' s suit , Give him all aid that Place-worship affords . WHO Sport for the Prince ! Let his game-bags be filled , Lure the broad wings to the mouth of his gun ; Print in round numbers the scores of his 'killed / And blazon the blood-play of _Royalty ' s son . FEEDS Sport for the Prince ! Hem the mountain deer round , Drive them in dozen ? to leap to his lead ; If he aim at a breast in its fear-quickened bound , Though he miss , he may still hit some beautiful head

      THE Sport for the Prince ! Let him go ftom the feast _. In the Palace where Plenty and Lusury reign ; Let him slaughter for pastimo the bird and the D _? a 5 _tj And go back to a feast in tbe Palace again . PHEASANT Sport for the Prince ! Let him redden the earth , Let him butcher the spoil with a jewel-decked hand , Battaes ' for tho Prince in a season of dearth , Preserves for the Prince in a bowel-pinched land ,

      AND Food for the Peasant . ' Ha , ha !—does he dare To go forth in his Hunger and kill for his Want ! May he touch the wild partridge , or slay the wild hare , Though his meat may be none , and his bread maybe scant ! STARVES Food for the Peasant ! He is but a man , And may feel the hard rubs in a lonely one ' s lot ; He _hagmouthihe may love , that he'll fill if he can , Aud he seeth no sin In the snare or the shot .

      THE Food for the Peasant . ' Tile thief ! does he dream That the rights of the 'great' shall be trampled by him ! The poacher , the rogue , let his barrel-flash gleam , There ' s the gaol for his home , and tbe ehain for his limb , PEASANT Food for the Peasant ! Base hind , does he hope That his skill as a ' marksman' wi 1 meet with a vford , Save the threat that pronounces th ? gibbet and rope , As too good for the villain that covetB a bird .

      IS Food for the Peasant—nay , touch not a feather ; Starve and be patient , mean slave as you are ; leave the brave onslaught rf manor and heather , To purses with rent . roliB , aud breast with a star A Sport for the _Prines ! Aid him , keepers and lords , Publish with praises tbe blood he has spilt ; Food for the Peasant ! bring bludgeon and cords , Dob Mm a felon , and brand him with guilt .

      TYRANT . Snort for the Prince , People ' . —sport for the Prince ! * _Pood for the Peasant ! my ditty is done ! But we've hearts in our bosoms , and do they not wince When comparing the Pjor Man with Royalty ' s Son ! We wish good luck to Mr Wilkinson , and trust that hi « ' poaching iatt ' m ) l ' go off rapidly . Our middle-class friends ( vehave a few ) should [ takei a hint from the _Reading Hatter . They might take for their themes the abominations of class-legislation evilsof

      and the _ncccnity for the Charter : on the , land-monopoly and the advantages oi the Chartist Land Ian ; on the folly of war and « national glory : ' and the true g lory of international fraternity . By tekine this _course they mieht popularise their & fill their . tills , and accelerate the progress of justice , freedom , fraternity , truth , and public _happiness A word to the wise suffecetn . P W ? mu 8 t make room for tho following rough but telling composition of a working man .

      TO THE PEOPLE OF ENGLAND . Ye people of England arise ia your might , __ Demand from your rulers your Charter of rignt . Let the shout of yonr millions indignant burst fortn , Till tbe faces of tyrants turn pale at your wrath . Let jour accents be heard at the wide palace _^ ate Where the queeB _" of fair Albion _entbroa d stts in state , Where the minions of power are with luxury fed , While her subjects are starring and crying for _fcreaa .

      while the wail 0 f the hungry is piercing the air , And _thexheek _ofnhe orphan is wan with despair , She pampers her palate with prodigal meats , And « admires' the' patience' that _starveBin her BtreetB . The noble looks down with an eye of disdain , _^ n the _peatant whose labour makes fertile the plain—Who builds up the palace ambition to glut , And dies in despair in a desolato hut . Crush'd down by oppression _^ Intolerant la * , The poor son of toil on his pallet of _Btraw , Paint with long anguish yields up his last breatb , And halls with delight the glad _welcome of death . How long shall such misery o ' _ershad ow the land , And famine and pestilence walk hand in hand , O ' er the home ofoursirea—the Ian . of our birth—The fairest and dearest , best spot of the earth I

      Up , up and be stirring—your sinews are strong , You ' ve a sword in each suffering—a spear in each wrong , In each child of your homestead a tongue that shall speak , Till the shackles of tyranny sever and break . InsiBt on the right which your industry yields , To be glad In your homes—to be free in yonr fields , 'Till released from the trammels of station or birth , Te enjoy without limits the fruits ef the earth . Insist that the idle no longer shall share In the wealth that is wrung from the sinews of care , That toll has a claim which ne law shall abate , That the riches are yours which your labcurB create . Do this in the spirit of firmness aud peace , Unite and the reign of oppression shall cease , And tyranny humbled—her sceptre laid down , Shall cast from her brows her blood circled crown .

      On , on to the victory ; Shrink not nor pine , But rally around fair liberty ' s shrine , Leave ; the _slave-stricken dastard that's gasping for breatb , Aud rush onward for liberty , glory or death . B 11 _ston 0 HM Jones . We have now to direct the attention of our readers to a volume of genuine poetry , the production of an Irish working man *—a muslin-weaver— ' whose education , whatever it may be , had to be purchased with his own industry and perseverance at an employment not very remarkable for its remunerative qualities . ' We ought to have noticed this -volume before now , for it has been some months in our possession , but , in truth , we had no great inclination to

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

      is well for the Swiss to maintain their nationality . We admit it is well forthe Pole 3 and Italians to seek the recovery of their national power . But if we thought that ' nationality' was to be the only end of Polish and Italian struggles , we would never _as ; ain write or utter another word in favour of either Poles or Italians . Our quarrel with the Nation poets is , that they have laboured madly , if not wickedly , to lash their countrymen iuto a fury _arainst England , while , at the same time , they have done nothing to teach the people how to win real liberty , or preserve it when won . Had Ire ' and her ' green flag , ' and all the rest of the theatrical paraphernalia of nationality the Nat / o . v poets sigh for , it does not follow that the mass of her people would be free and happy . We , Englishmen , have a national flag , ' St George ' s redcross banner , ' the ' flag that _haq braved a thousand years , the battle and the breeze ; 'a flag which wss the victor-flag at Agincourt and Waterloo : which

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

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

      A SONG FOR TRUE MEN , Again , again , the tempest tones Of Ireland ' s true defenders , Arise , and ring above the groans And tannts of cold pretenders ; And _prsuder yet the ranks they'd smash , Shall wing young Erin ' s thunder , Till heaven itself shall feel the crash That cleaves our bonds asunder . For here ' s no heart Hath lot or part

      With Christian-creed s reviler ; Nor here ' s the U p Hath yearned to sip The flesh-pots of the spoiler . 'Twas not to gain the world's applause , Nor yet our country ' s favour , We plunged oar spirits in her cause , And made itours forever : _'Twss not to raise her struggling soul , Till hope it « elf grew torture , And then to basely sink the whole In some unholy barter . Oil . here ' s no heart Hath lot or part With Erin ' s faith ' s reviler ; Nor here's the lip Hath yearned to sip

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

      Mt Tf Lick. My Uuck Is Sturdy And Strong...

      MT _tf LICK . My UUck is sturdy and strong , And light is his foot on the heather ; And truth has been wed to his tongue Since first we were talkiug together : And though he is lord of no lands , Nor castle , nor cattle , nor dairy , My boy has his health and his bands , And a heart-load ct love for his Mary ; And What should a maiden wiBh mere One day at the heel of the eve , I mind it was snowing and blowing ; My mother was knitting I believe ,

      For me , I was singing and sewing ; My father the ' news' had looked o ' er , And there he sat humming' We'll wake ' em ! _Vhen Uliek stepped in at the door As white as the weather could make him—Oh , love never coeled with a frost ! He shook the snow out of his frieze _. And drew up a chair by my father ; My Spirits leaped up to my eyes , To see tfce two sitting together : They talked of our isle and her wroBgs , Till both wire as mad as starvation ; When Ulicksung three or four songs , And closed with ' Hurrah for theNAMOS !' Oh ! Uiick an Irishman still . My father caught hold of his hand ,

      Their hearts melted inte each othor : While tears that she could not command , Broke IcoBe from the eyes of my mother , * Our freedom ! ' _ece sighed , ' win-asthma J ' A _weman « an say little in it , But had it to come by you two , I ' ve a guess of the way we should win it'T would not be by weeping I'll swear ; And UUck can think as a man _. And speak when ho meets a deceivo "; F > ir Ulick would knuckle to none

      For sake of their buttons and beaver : And though' & 6 a midsummer night . His soul _ie as mild , if ye raise It , _Ha'll make , ye slip out of bis light , Though it be bis cailt ' ii that says it . Oh Ulick , there ' s pith in your arm !

      Mt Tf Lick. My Uuck Is Sturdy And Strong...

      He told me that night when alone , He ' d scrape np a trifle together , To knock up a hut of our own , Or furnith & ' take' if I'd rather : And e ' er he would own to depart , His Alary , as proud as a lady , Confessed she would give him her heart-She might , when he had it already . Oh , Ulick ' s the light of my eye !

      * Miscellaneous Poems And Songs. By Fran...

      * Miscellaneous Poems and Songs . By Francis Davis , the * Btlfast Man , ' . Belfast : John _Hendenon ; Dublin : J . _M'Glashau , _D'Oiitr-strett ; London : J , Gilbert , PaternoBter-row .

      Thoughts For The Present . Remember The ...

      THOUGHTS FOR THE PRESENT . Remember the proud year _fortj-threo , Te men of tho steel-toned era , Whoso full hearts benved like a _hill-hemmed sea , Round Mullaghmast and Tara ; When the fiery foam of _outgushing words , From lea Jew stern and gifted , Broke over your ears like the clash of swords , By conquering bands uplifted ! Men ! these are the days of doubt and guile ; Of falsehood , fraud , and folly : Then ask _} our hearts have ye yet an isle For which to bleed were holy . Oh yes—ye ' ve the same green , laughing land , And the same hearts to adoro her ; But _meHl there's the same cold foreign hand , Like a black blight hanging o'er her . And your hearts havo leaped in the living light Of the creed that proud year brought you ; And now , In the tteth of ban and _blif ht ,

      Will ye stand by the truths it taught you 1 Can ye bear with the frowns of a wayward fate , And your glorious work renew , nun % Can yu sm le at the falsa world ' s craven bate ! Oh , ye can if ye be but true men ! And a bold . _tongucd spirit that brooks not fraud O ' er our wave-walked shores dath hover ; But the word and the will of an upright God Shall wing it the island over : And the heart that strangles the honest thought That its innate wbisptrer teaches , Shall shrivel and shrink into 6 _oullcas nought , Wherever that spirit preaches .

      Then up over mountain , rath , and moor , From Wexford to Slievegallen , Ye men of the hearts that have grown too pure For a thing that is dark to dwell in ! True men of cast , west south , and north , ( False ones we well can spare ye , ) Up , up and the thoughts that your souls bring forth , In heaven ' s blue face declare ye ! Then , on ia the zsal that looks not back J And the hope that truth inspires Shall light ye a lamp if the 6 ky grow black , At the flash of _\ our free hills' fires : And if round ye the guests of dissensions rise , Speak ye to their _boltless thunder ; While one holy shred of tho green flag flies _. True mtn shall be rawed close under I

      Irish Frieze. 'Tis Not The Coat, 'Tis No...

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

      'Twas mountain might , in frieze arrayed , That first and last , on death ' s parade , In Erin ' s cause was seen ; Till even vicv ' ry turned dismayed From ruin ' s reeking sheen : And witness mute , but proudly true , To this our island e ' er we view , In mounds of more th & n verdure ' s hue , With brightflorreretsglancing through That lee-blood nourish'd green I Oh ! bold and true of heart and hand , When vengeance whirled her dripping brand , And tyrants eought their knees ; And Hugs and shouts for fatherland _Electrifiud the breeze ; 'Twas rustic chiefs that foremost led The foremost feet where foemen fled ; And oh , may heaven be their bed , Who thus bare fought , and thus have bled In coats of Irish frieze !

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

      NANXX , Oh ! for an hour when the day is breaking Down by the shore when the tide is _making ! Fair as a white cloud , thou , love , near me ; None but the waves find thyself to hear me : Oh ! to my breast how these arms would prc _66 thee Wildly my heart in itsjsy would bless thee ! Oh , how the soul thou hast won would woo theo _, Girl of the snow-neck ! closer to me . Oh J for an hour ss the day advances , ( Out where the _breeze on the broom-bush dance ?) Watching the lark , with the _sun _. ray o ' er us , Winging the notes of his beaven-taueht chorus !

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

      Oh [ for an hour by night or by day love , Just as tho heaven and thou might say , love _. Far Irom the sture of the cold-eyed many , Bound in the breath of my dove-soul Nanny ! Oh ! for the pure chains that have bound me , Warm from thy red lips circlicg round me ! Oa ! in my son ) , as the light above me , Queen of the pure hearts , do I love thee ! The following is one of the most magnificent lyrics ever penned ; had the author never written another line , this hymn of Ireland to the ! ' God of Freedom , ' would of itself have won for him the poet's crown : —

      MY BETROTHED ; Oh , come my betrothed , to thine anxious bride , Too long have they kept thee from my side ! Sore I _nought thee by mountain and mead , asthore ! And I watched and I wept till my heart was sore , While the false to the false did say : We will lead her away b y the mound and the rath , And we'll nourish tier heart in its worse than death , Till her tears shall have traced a pearly path , For the work of a future day . Ah , little they knew what their guile could do ! It has won me a host of the _stera and true , Who tare sworn by tne eye ef tho jelJow sun , That my home is thtir hearts till thy hand bo won :

      And they ' ve _gnthtred my tears and sighs ; And they ' ve woven them into a cloudy frown , That shall gird my brow like an ebony crown , Till these feet in my wrath shall have trampled down AH , all that _betivixt us rise ! Then come , my betrothed , to thy anxious bride I Thou art dear to my breast as my heart ' s red tide ; And a wonder it is you can tarry so long , And your soul eo proud , and your arm so strong , And your limb without a chain ; And your feet in their flight like the midnight wind , When he bans at the flash that be leaves behind ; And your heart so warm , and your look so kind—Oh . come to my breast again !

      Ob , my dearest has eyes like the noontide sun ; So bright that my own dare scarce look on : And the clonOe of » thousand years gone by , Brought back , and again on the crowded sky , Heaped haughtily , pile o ' er pile ; Then all in a boundless blnze outspread , Rent , shaken , and tossed o'er their flaming bed , Till each heart by the light of the heavens was read , Were as nought to his softest smile 2 And te hear my lore in his wild mirth sing To the flap of the battle-god's fiery wing ! How bis chorus shrieks through the iron tones Of crashing towers and creaking thrones , And the crumbling of bastions _strong . ' let , sweet to my ear ns the sigh that slips From the nervous dance of a maiden ' s lips , When the eye first wanes in its love eclipse , In hiB soul-creating song !

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

      A REQUEST , Oh , when I am clasped to the bosom of death , Will jou make me a grave whtre the ocean's breath May around me _risn in the whirlwind spring That the billowy wanderers leve to sing : For I've rode in their ire some twice or thrice , And my soul would feast on that thunder vo ice ! And when in the earth this body ye fling , Ten thousand to one but the tempest king May shift his throne to a shoreward sea , And shriek the anthem of death for me . Then , make me a . grave by the WhltehouBe shore , For I love the spot , and its whirlwind roar I

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

      Than a golden cloud on an evening sky , More fair is the spot where I ' d wish to lie ¦•¦< -- ¦ - There the angel of spring is on winter's path , Ere the foam of bis lip hath left the heath ! While the hoar he had tossed from his brow of gloom Seems only a _Bhower of silver bloom . Oh , my heart and my soul ' a in the wave and the wold , And their paradise glories of green and gold ; And the life-like sigh of the rainbow rills _. And _th- * t laughing monarch of Ulster ' s hills , Whojs riven . rock lips in the smile appears They have worn , and may wear , for a thousand yea «!

      Then make me a grave by the Whitehouse shore , For the longer I loek I love the _reore . Were my nearest and dearest not cradled there ? Oh , the first of their food was its ocean air ! And their love of home's in this Inward tide , That fires my soul with a gaelic prido : For theirs was a race whose plumes of yore Oft danced in the flash of the good claymore . But oh , for my sire's adopted land ! I ' ve an Irish heart and an Irish hand ; And the heart would dare , if the banc ? could do , What her friends might wish , and her foes might rue !

      Let others sigh for a gilded bed , With its curtains of marble round their head ; No curtain or couch of art for me , I would rather repose in the wildest sea , Where the tempest prince in his mirth might come , And over me rear a tower of foam ; Or rattle around with his _Btceds of spray—How my spirit could laugh at their wildest neigh ' . And his golden bolts , as they cleave the cloud , Would gild me o'er my slimy shroud . Then make me a grave by the Whitehouse shore , For the longer I looK I love the more 1 There are a few pieces in this volume , utterly out of piace in the good company associated with them ;

      we allude to ' Lines on the blank leaves of a book ; ' Love and Leisure ; ' ' Genius and no Moonshine ;' and * Matt MuckRtave . ' With these exceptions we can conscientiously recommend this volume to the lovers of poetry ; who we trust will encourage the author to further attempts , in which attempts we shall hope to find Mr Davis something less of a _nationalis ; , and more of a democrat ; none the le 3 san Irishman , but something more of a cosmopolite . Earnestly praying for that union of Englishmen , Irishmen , and Scotchmen , which must result in the freedom and happiness of the three countries , we repeat the heartfelt wish expressed in our last number , that each and all of our readers may find in 18-18—' A _HiPrr New Year . '

      Large Fakm *.—It Is The Intention Of The...

      Large _Fakm _* . —It is the intention of the Duke of Sutherland to abolish the large farms in Sutherlandshire , as fast as the present leases fall in . The present tenants , or , as they are there denominated * tacksmen , ' are frequently _nm-resident , and hold as much land aa will grazi twenty thousand sheep . It is his Grace ' s intention in future to di vide these large holdings into four or more farms , a clause enforcing residence being inserted in every lease . Another part ot the duke ' s plan is to create arable farms at rents rawing from £ 50 to £ 100 per annum . His Grace of Sutherland has been highly extolled for his benevolence , but he will deserve greater praise for carrying out this scheme than were he to distribute the whole of his immense revenues in alms , and althongh hemay not be able to testore those to their homes who have been so cruelly dispossessed to create these gigantic sheep-walks , yet , by carrying out his humane intentions , he will afford employment tor tho poor , and e ; ive honest industry an opportunity of obtaining its _rewards

      Infamous Attempt by the Russian Despotism . — Some of the Paris journals lately copied from the Prussian newspapers an aciount of an attempt , on the part of tho Russian Government , to carry off to Siberia , from the territory of Prussia , JM . Dombrowski , who was a party in the iate political trial at Berlin . This piece of intelligence , which appeared incredible from the fact being _contrary to the m 09 t elementary notions of the right of nations , is eon firmed by letters from correspondents worthy of credit . The following appear to be the circumstances of the case : —M . _Dombrowski , the only son of General Dombrowski , who commanded the Polish legions in Italy under the directory , and whose name is found inscribed on the Arc-de-Triomphe at Paris , is a native of the grand duchy of _Posen , and

      conaequently a Prussian subject . After the death of his father , he was educated at Berlin , and afterwards served in the Prussian army as efficer of artillery . After some years' service he quitted the army and married a Polish ladv , who brought him some property in the _kingdom of Pofond ana ! in the grand duchy of Posen , close to the frontier . When the insurrection burst out last year in different parts of Poland , M . Dombrowski , being at his wife ' s property , was implicated in one of the movements which had for ita leader . _Pantalfinn Potocki . After this attempt had failed , he succeeded in _renchingithe Prussian territory by the swiftness of his torse . He was there arrested , and in the course of time tried at Berlin , for having troubled the tranquillity and order of a _neighbouring country . The court condemned him

      to two jears' imprison mend in a fortress . The _ne » s of this sentence , which it considered _altogether too light , greatly irritated the Russian government in Poland , lookim _? , as it did , on M . Dombrowski as the accomplice of _Potoc-ki , who was hanged la * tyear on a gibbet in the citadel of Warsaw . The Russian _government , in consequence , understanding that M . Dombrowski had been allowed , under heavy bail , to visit his prooerty before he underwent his confinement , gave orders to the Russian authorities on the frontiers of Posen to seize on his person , even if in doing so thry violated the Prussian territory . A letter from Berlin , in tho Cologne Gazkitk , atates how this intention failed : — 'A party , ' of Cossocks , ' says

      the letter , ' proceeded twice to the property of M . Dombrowski , and not finding him , endeavoured to induce th _» peasants to betray him . Far from doing so , the latter gave him' warning of what was going on . Being also info / _mr-d by the sub-prefect of the trap laid for him , M . Dombrowski took refuge at the house of his father-in-law , Count Lacki , and it is now announced that he will arrive in a few days at Berlin to constitute himself a prisoner . The news of this affair has excited a profound sensation here . It may _beremembered that the nam 9 of M . Don _> browski was affixed to the gibbet on which Potocki suffered , and that tho horse on which he escaped was killed at its foot . This circumstance can give an ideaef Russian jus ! ice- '

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

      Ngw Industrial Resource _vor Boys in Glasgow . —In Glasgow there is , and has been for a considerable period , a large class of ragged urchins , from ten to twelve years , who carry on a regular trado in catching rats , and disposing of them alive to parties who reward then ? for their labour at rates averaging _Ud . to 2 d . a head , according to size and tho number in the market . By this profession these daring boj s eara a livelihood , and some of them who are well up to their business , make as much as ten shillings a week . The process of catching the vermin is exceedingly simple , and generally pretty successful . Having discovered a hole in a stable , cellar , or back building , where rats are

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

      Banftfltjpts, &U

      _Banftfltjpts , _& _u

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

      ( From the Gazette of Tuesday , Dec . 28 . ) BANKRUPTS . Thomas Chntlo , Morpeth , Northumberland , linendraper—Edward Evans , Wrexham , Denbighshire , shop _, keeper—Thomas Joshua Fenton , _Falcon-square _, City , wino merchant—Robert Hay ward , Landpurt , Hampshire , brewer — Wm . Lee , _Woburn-grcen , Buckinghamshire , fruiterer , —John Smith Maling , Scarborough , Yorkshire , joiner—Susannah Milton , High-street , _Hounslow , clothier —Edward Norn ' s , Manchester , commission ngent— Charles Norton , Ellesmere , Shropshire , miliar—Richard Miller Shorter , _Camoinile-street _, City , corn dealer—Edward Snow , Nottingham , draper—William Jamci Townshend _, _WellcloBosnuare , cork manufacturer .

      SCOTCH SEQUESTRATIONS . John Anderson , Edinburgh , tailor—George Forrest , Lanark , brewer—Samuel Laing , Edinburgh , manufacturer of kelp—James Robertson Macdiarmid , Glasgow , commission merchant—Daniel Mackenzie , jun ., Glasgow , merchant—John Mackenzie , lately sheriff substitute of the Lewes—Thomas Martin , Kilsyth , manufacturer-Andrew Mercer , sen ., and Andrew Mercer , jun ,, Edin _« burgh and Glasgow , merchants—Alexander Port- _' _ous _Edinburgh , spirit dealer — Donald Robertson , Perth vintner- —William Hood Rowan and Stephen Rowan , Glasgow , ship builders—James Sloan , and Robert Paulds Simpson , _Ghsgow , merchants-Hugh Tod and Henry David Hill , Edinburgh , hankers ,

      Trades Movements. London Shoemakkbs- — T...

      TRADES MOVEMENTS . London Shoemakkbs- — To the Editor op the ' Nobthern Star . '— If you would allow mc a corner in your _invalua ble journal , to note a movement that is now being made to rally the trades of the metropolis , you would much oblige a few zealous friends of freedom with whom I have the honour to act . If ever there wa g a time in the history of onr country when it behoved the working people to think deeply upon their own position in society , that time is the present , for who that hath a mind above the veriest stave can look back for tho last few years , and mark the gradual depression of trade , in all its bearings , but must feel some alarm and apprehension as to the present frightful state of society . It ia true we have had an abundant harvest ; but those who tilled tho soil , sowed the seedand reaped the

      , glorious fruits of the earth , are starving amid the plenty of their own creation . It is true we have cleared away the abominable c _« rn laws , that have been such a barrier to our commercial speculation and national enterprise , but where is our promised reward ? where ia the happiness , peace , and plenty , which was to follow upon the deuth of this wicked and oppre-sive law , that _ffithheld food from the people ? Here—cry the thousands of industriouslyinclined mechanics who arc wandering naked beggars through the land—here is our reward . It is time chat the trades should be moving in these matters ; it is _tiraelthafc all who live on their own labour should not only think , but resolve upon some bold and united mode of action . I hold that tho people of this country __ possess the power , whenever they possess the will , to work out their own emancipation .

      To accomplish so desirable a consuramation _. fa _^ few of the most influential members of the West End and City Societies of _Ladiea' Shoemakers , have resolved upon agitating the metropolis , by holding discussions upon the most important subjects connected with the _interests of the working men . These debates will be continued on Sunday evenings , and alternatel y in different parte of the town , in order _, to afford all an opportunity to attend . It is requested that all who can make it convenient will attend , and endeavour to form an junion of mind as well as men .

      ADDRESS OF THE JOINT COMMITTEE OP THE WEST END AND CITY WOMEN'S MEN , BELONGING TO THE _MATIOKAL ASSOCIATION _OV UNITED

      TBADE 8 . Fellow Shoptnates , —Wo live in an age of selfishness and co-opposition , and dwell in a land of exaction and oppression . Bach man , entirely indifferent to the welfare of his . fellow * creature , appear * only solicitous to promote his own individual interest , even though it ba to the ruin of his neighbour . It is from this principle of self-love that tho knowing are taking advantage of the ignorant— -the strong of the weak—the rich of the poor—and the _paor of one another ; wh _? eh gives to the rich tha lion ' s share , and to those who work tho hardest , and toll longest , the smallest wages .

      That some members of society should become poor through idleness , imprudence , or extravagance , is not surprising ; but for whole _coraamnitteB to become poor by industry , is monstrous . To labour and want , aud to labour in fear of still-greater want even in the mi . _Jst of abundance , Is that which * 6 nder 9 the eundition of tha British shoemaker worse than that of the negro Blave . The slave dreads no want of employment—fears no want of bread ; his master is bound by law and interest to provide for him and his family . The master ot the black is compelled by interest to use every _tseans to promote

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

      See then , your condition as a body of artisans , and ask yourselves , What is the remed y ? and the unarAmous response will be—association , organisation , antf co-operation . By association alone Gan you successfully contend with the monster , competition . For one moment reflect on the miserable pittance , viz . from pumps 7 di ts > writs 1 ? . per pair , doled out in many parts of the metropolis , out of _n hieh tho journeyman has to provido grindery , candle , and keep his tools ih order ; what can he then have left for his family on Saturday night ! Is not this a lamentable state of things ? yet this is nut the _wowt side of the picture . About _Somera _Ton-n and _Bctbnsl Green , and tbe eastern part of the metropolis , a system of middlemen has crept in , who employ a large

      number of slaves to labour for them , at such wages as enables them to serve the manufacturers with women ' s shoes at I 5 s , per dozen ! By the effects of such competition tbe condition of the labourer is becoming wors ' o and _woroo . The labourer has no protection but by organisation . Tho monied classes are associating in every possible form and feature to make more money ; they cannot make more without its coming either din ctly or indirectly from the labourer . Then why not tbe labourer organise to make his labour more valuable , by demanding better wages f _^ r It ? The ' organisation of labour , a question of intense interest , must soon tako the lead of all others , because , for the mass of mankind , it i 8 a question of life and death . '

      Arouse yourselves , working men , from your rtputhy and inactivity . ' bo no longer the willing slaves of the unfeeling- manufacture ™ , and tho tool of the merciless speculators ! The bettering _ofjyour condition lies in your own hands . The condition of tho working classes has become one of the great questions of the age ; and if working men will bestir themselves , earnestly and enthusiastically , to emancipate themselves , the work will be done . Then , shopmates , let not this call be made in vain , but unite , under the auspices of tho National Association of United Trades , and show to the jcountry , and the world at large , that you are determined no longer

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

      In order to carry out the complete organisation of the _metropolis , the committee of the West End aDd City have united , and will enter members at Gd . each , on meeting nights , at tho King and Q'leen , Fol » y-street ; tho Threo Compasses , Little Marylebone-Btreet , Maryleboue ; the Fish , _F'shcr . strcet , Eed Lion-squara ; the Bull and Bell , _Hopemaker-street , _Finsbury ; the Marquis of Granby , Kensington ; tlio _Chapel-houso , _Chapchstreet , Pcntonville ; the Britannia , High . street , Hackney ; and on anyday at G . Grcenslade ' _s , 21 , _Allerton-streat , Hoxton ,, and at J . _Smlthyes ' , Grinder , 27 , Union-street , Marylebone , By order of the Committee , Thomas Holmes , Chairman , James Smithies , Secretary . Card-Loom Operatives . —At a quarterly meeting of the _Card-L'Jo . _ti Operatives' Association , representing fifteen of the _. _larj-est manufacturing districts , held at Rochdale , December _llhh , the following resolutions were passed unanimously : —

      That we , aa _rovntaemtivea of large and important districts in Lancashire , Cheshire , and Yorkshire , do hereby declare our firm conviction that the Ten Hour *' Bill , carried out honestly and fully , is calculated tobenefit both the employed and employer ; as it would cause greater regularity of employment , by enforcing a uniform system of regulating the hours of labour ; t » say nothiHg of the inability of young persons and females to work more than ten hours a day , with a due regard _, to their health , _Jand as moral and intellectual beings . And as operatives ourselves , and as representing vast numbers of _operatives , we do consider tho conduct of any parties _attempting to got up an agitation for the repeal of the whole , or any part of the Ten Hours' Bill , as highly condemnatory ; and that such parties aro deserving of tho censure of the working classes generally .

      Winlaton _Nailmakuus . _—Reoeivod on behalf of tho _florae-Aailrnakers strike at Winlaton _, the following subscriptions : —¦ £ . 9 . d . Winlaton ... ... ... 2 11 5 Swahrell ... , „ ... 0 8 0 Winlaton Mills ... „ , 0 11 0 Carlisle ... ... , „ 0 2 0 Bury _^ Edge Colliery ... ... 0 5 9 Total £ 3 9 2 Winlaton , D « c . 28 th , 1817 ,

      _TiroA-v . —On Sunday , the 2 nd of January , 18 i 8 , ft delegate meeting will be held at the house of Mr Wm . Mnch , Canal-bridge , Skevington , when all trades connected « 1 th the National Association are expected to be represented . The chair to be taken at three o ' _clock precisely , All parties wanting cards and rules of the United Trades' Association , are requested to call or send to _Warrington-lane , when their communication will be punctually attended to by J . _Lenegan , District-Secretary .

      Tne Ten Hours' Question.—Clerks, Shopmen...

      TnE Ten Hours' Question . —Clerks , shopmen , and other advocates of short time , are generally large _supporters of _Athenseums , and similar _instl- . _tutions , but , in asking for short hours themselves , they are sometimes forgetful of others . Thus , the _Giisoow Athin _^ um _advertisesfor a superintendent , librarian , porter , and boy , their hours of labour after deducting time for meals , being in three of tho cases , eleven , twelve , and twelve and a half hours per diem . It is aho signigcant that the ; porter is lo commence with a salary of £ 4 Q , and the librarian with £ 25 .

      , , Christopher North says , * It is no wonder women . 1 love cats , for both are graceful and both domestic ,. ; not to mention that they both scratch . ' _^ - ~ _TTT ; I _^ Some find flax , producing _BOOlbs . to _tfle _ifcfoHfM been grown In _VanDiemea'aLaad , ' _^ L _^ _M _. % d both domestic ,. ch . ' _^ " _^ _TTT _^ i . to _thVjrcfo _' _^^

      Both Domestic,..' ^ - ~Ttt;:. To Tfle If...

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  • Citation
    • Northern Star (1837-1852), Jan. 1, 1848, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/ns3_01011848/page/3/