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The Cricket onthe Hearifi " necessarily occupied so much of our space last week , as to leave us no room for several choice scraps of puetrv _, which we had designed to form part of our ** ' Garland ; " added to which , we have this week received Mr . Coopbr _' s Christmas Poem . Wc aTe , therefore , induced to give a Supplementary "Garland , " or , " New Year ' s Wreath , " which we hope to make acceptable to our readers . Mr . Cooper ' s poem , of course , claims onr first attention ; we shall , therefore , at once introduce our readers to
_S $ e mxm ' * Tulc _$ tw \ . a ¦ S & iu . tmas _ahjme . By Thomas Cooper , the Chartist . Lo . \ nos : J . How , 209 , _Pjccamllt . This poem is simply what it professes to be , —a " Christmas Myvu . " It has no . pretensions to the " grand , " and is not at all likely to excite that discussion which the " Prison Rhvnie" has caused , and will yet cause . Tfe say , " will yet cause , " for , _stire ws are , that" Tlte Purgatory of _Sui-udes " is destined to command greater attention thaait has yet met with . Up to the present time most of the quarterly and monthly reviewers have been silent with regard to tke "Purgatory . " Excepting slight " notices' ' —not ' reviews '—in the "New Monthly , " _the"JQluminated _, " and "Tait ' s Magazines , " none of the monthly or _qaarterly periodicals have informed their
readers that such a work exists . This silence , on which we are compelled to pat the worst construction , cannot last ; the reviewers will be compelled , bv and by , to speak out . A second edition of the ' * Parga-* om , " we imagine , cannot be far off , and when that comes , when the reviewers sec that the burking process has _feiled to stifle the voice of the Chartist rhymester , they will be compelled to break their silence . T 7 tcn Mr . _Coopbr may expect to be * unceremoniously and unsparingly castigated , and the spirit which exhibited itself " in the _drivellings of the " Literary Gazette , " will be savagely manifested in the fierce denunciations poured foith by "Blackwood" and the " Quarterly . " In ouranticipationsof the future we may not he exactly correct , but we are pretty confident that further praise and blame , from friends and foes , is in store for the "Purgatory of Suicides . "
This " Christmas Rhyme " is of the simplest construction , aud has little of stirring incident to recommend it . As ( we would fain believe ) a not unfaithful picture of the _"oliicn time , " when baron aad yeoman , squire and serf , commingled together , a * men of a common mould , to hold joyous festival at tie season honoured hy custom and religion—influences which yet survive—so viewed , this " Rhyme " has its charms wbich cannot fail to find favour in the eyes of the reader . Mr . Cooper seem 3 bent on making his native county famous . He did not s little towards that end in Ms "Wise Saws and Modern Instances ; " and , as with most of those tales , so with this " Christmas Rhyme , " the scene of tlie story is kid iu Lincolnshire . We suppose Mr . Coovcr is not ambitions of winuing tbe "Laureateship , " at least not this side of his Chartist and Republican dreams being realised ; but wc think he may fairly lav claim to the titie of "Lincolnshire ' s Laureate * "—a title which _neitUes himself nor his
native county need be ashamed of . Thorold , the baron of _Torkscy Castle , Lincolnshire , _assembles his tenants and vassals to make merry at Christmas-ride . Thorold is a Saxon , and has gained back the lands which his fathers held prior to the _Jiorman invasion . The baron is a widower , bat , like most of the barons of romance , has au only daughter , who is not only beauty personified , but aiso the personification of all the virtues . She , of course , has a Iaver , who appears to be of _Zvonuau blood , and of thc family which had disputed possession of Torksey Hall with the _Thorolds ; consequently regarded as an enemy by thc Saxon baron . At tiie merry-making at the castle on Christmas
eve , the lover makes his appearance disguised as a _minstrel , and , of course , his services are called into requisition . The feasting is renewed the next day ( Christmas-day ) , when the minstrel is again present . lie recites or sings several ballads , most of them Laving indirect or direct allusion to his love for the boron ' s daughter . The baron ' s suspicions are Toused then confirmed , and the love-sick youth is likely to find himself awkwardly situated , when a lucky accident dispels the baron ' s wrath , and the proscribed Kornian gains the hand of his _ladye-love , with her father ' s fall consent . Sueh , in brief , is tbe thread on which the poet has strung his description of a Christinas _reve-ry in the " days of old . "
Some of oar readers , who regard Mr . Cooper as a Chartist vainer than a poet—perhaps we should speak more correctly in saying , " who regard him as a _CAarifetpoet _"—^ nny object that thissstory of barons , minstrels , and love-sick ladies , is hardly a fitting theme . Mr . Cooper , in the opening _^ of the third canto , hasanticipnted and answered this objection . He shall speak for himself : —
ihj poet ' s _apolost . Mirth-verse from thee , rude leTeller ! 0 / late , thy _dnngeon-harpings were Of discontent and wrong ; And we , the Privileged , were banned For camber-grounds of fatherland , In thy drear prison . song . "What fellowship hast thon with times When lore-thralled minstrels chaunted rhymes At feast , in feudal hall , — And peasant churls , a saucy cre « r , Fantastic o ' er their wassail grew , Forgetful of their thrall
?—Lordlio . __* , s , your scorn awhile forbear , — And with the homely Past compare Your tinselled show and state 1 _Itork , if your selfish grandeurs cold Oa human hearts so firm ahold For ye , and yonrs , create As they possessed , whose breasts though rude -Glowed With the warmth of brotherhood For all who toiled , through youth and age , T enrich their force-won heritage ! _ Mark , if ye feel your swollen pride Secure , ere ye _bejin to chide I Then , lordlings , though ye may discard The measures I rehearse , Slight not the _lessors ofthe bard—The moral of Ids verse . —
' But we will dare thy verse to chide ! _"Wonldst re _^ nact the Barmecide , And taunt our wretchedness "With visioned feast , aud s jng , and dance , — _TThde , daily , onr grim _heritance Is famine and distress ? Hast thou forgot thy pledges stern , _Sever from Suffering ' s cause to turn , But—to the end of life—. Against _Oppression ' s ruthless band Sail _unsubduable to stand , A champion iu the strife ? Thinh ' stthou we suffer less , or feel To-day ' s _soul-piia-ring wounds do heal The wounds of months and years ? Or that our tyes so long have been Familiar with tbe _hungiy keen Our babes endure , we _gazeserene—Strangers to scalding tears ?
Ah no ! my brothers , not from me Hath faded solemn memory Of all your bitter grief : "This heart its pledges doth renew-To its last pulse it will bs true To beat for your relief . Hy rhymes are trivial , but my aim Deem ye not purposeless : I would the _houwlj truth _proclaim—Thut times which knave ? lull loudly blame For feudal haughtiness "Would pat the griudiug _cww to shame Who proy on your distress . 0 that my simple lay might tend To kindle some remorse In your oppressors' souls , and bend TLeir wills a cheerful help to lend And lighten Ltshour ' s curse !
"Return we now to the beginning of the poem , _Tfiieh opens with the following picture of
TOHKSEY HAU . Eight beautiful is _Torkse / s hall , _Adoivn by meado _* . ved Trent ; Right beautiful that mouldering wall , And remnant of a turret tall ; Shorn of its battlement . For , while the children ofthe Spring Blush into life , and die ; And Summer ' s joy-birds take light wing When Autumn mists are nigh ; And soon tha year—a _winterling—With iu fall ' n leaves dotk lie ; Tbat ruin gray"MirrorM , aVxay ,
Beep in the silver stream , Both suaiaioa weird-wrought visions vast , That _shoTt the act & rs of the past Pictured , as in a dream . 3 Ie _sC-smeth , now , before mine eyes They & _mp-clad phantoms dimly rise , Till the full pageant bright—A throng of warrior-baroushold , Glittering in buniii > li _** d steel and gold , "Bursts sn my glo _' _-viug sight ,
And , mingles with the mania ! train , Full many a fair-tressed beauty vain , On palfrey and _jsnet—That proa _* . Uy toss the tasselled rein , & H & daintily curvet ; And war-steeds prance , And rich plumes gUuce OttheI : 'i aud burgontt ; Asd lances crash , _Aiidfalciiiwis _ii-ish Of knights iu t-uvuey met ,
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Our fathers and their throbbing toil Are hushed in _pnUelcas death ; Hushed is the diro _aa-l deadly broil—The tempest of their wrath ;—Yet , of their dc-ds not all for spoil Is thine , 0 sateless Grave 1 Songs of their brother-hours shaU foil Thy triumph o ' er the brave ! Their bravery t * ke , and darkly hide Deep in thy inmost hold ! Take al ! thei * mailed pomp and prida To deck thy mansionscold !
Pluu . _Ierer ! thou hast but _purifitd Their memories from alloy ; Faults of the dead we scorn to chide—Their _rirtuessing with joy . lord of our fathers' ashes I list t A &* -l (* l of their mirth ; _Xor shake thy nieve , chill moralist . ? To check their sons'joy-biith : — Itis the season when our sires Kept jocuud holiday ; And , now , around our charier fires , Old Yule shall have a lay : — A prison-bard is once more free ;
And , ere he yields his roice to thee , His song a merry-song shall be ! Our next extract describes the commencement of the merry-making on
CHRISTMAS EVE . Sir Wilfrid de Thorold freely holds What his stout sires held before—Broad lands for plough , and fruitful folds , —> Though by gold he sets no store ; And he saitli , from fen and woodland wolds From _marish , heath , aud moor , — To feast in his hall , Both free and thrall , Shall come as they came of yore . " Let the merry bells ring out 1 " saith he To my lady ofthe Fosse ; " We will keep tlie birth-eve joyfully " Of our Lord who bore the cross !"
" Let the merry bells ring loud ! " he saith T « Saint Leonard ' s shaven prior ; " Bid thy Iosel monks thatpatter of faith "Shew works , and never tire , " Saith _theUrd of Saint Leonard ' s : "The brotherhood " Will ring and never tire " For a beck or a nod of the B & ton good ¦ "Saith Sir Wilfrid : " They will—for hire !" Then , turning to his daughter fair , Who leanedoiv her father's carven chair , — He said , —and smiled
Oa his peerless child , — liis jewel whose price no clerk could tell , Though the clerk had told Sea sands for gold;—For her dear mother ' s sake he loved her well , — But more for thc halm her tenderness Had poured on his widowed heart ' s distress ;—More , still more , for her own heart ' s grace That so lovelilj- shone in her lorely face , And drew all eyes its love to trace—Left aU tougues lauguageless ' . —
He said , —and smiled On his peerless child , — " Sweet biidl bid Hugh our seneschal Send to Saint Leonard's , ere even-fall , A fat fed beeve , and a two-shear sheep , With a firkin of ale that a monk in his sleep Jfay hear to hum , when it feels the broach , And wake up and swig , without reproach !—And the nuns of the Fosse—for wassail-bread—Let them have wheat , both white and red ; And a runlet of mead , with a jug of the wine Which the merchant-man vowed he brought from the Kbine ; And bid Hugh say that their bells must ring A peal lond and long , While we chaunt heart-song , For tbe birth of our heavenly king '"
The " mummers" then make their appearance , and tbe " Yule-log" is brought in in triumph . They pile the Yule-log ou the hearth , — Soak toasted crabs in ale ; And while they nip , their homely mirth Is joyous as if all the earth For man were void of bale ! And why should fears for future years Mix jolly ale with thoughts of tears When iu the horn ' tis poured ? And why should ghost of _sorrsw fright The bold heart of aa _Euglishwigbt When beef is on the board t The " stranger minstrel" now enters the hall , and is hailed with a shout of welcome . He is not long allowed to remain idle ; accordingly , he commences with a tale , or ballad , called "The Daughter of Pkntagenet . " We give the subjoined specimens of the " minstrel ' s " merits : —
'Tis midnight , andthe broad full mom Fours on the earth her silver noon ; Sheeted in white , like spectra of fear , Their _ghostlv forms the towers uprear ; Aud their long dark shadows behind them ate cast , Like the frown of the cloud when the lightning hath past The warder sleeps on the battlement , And there is not a breeze to carl the Trent , The leaf is at rest , and tlie owl is mute-But list "; awaked is the woodland lute : The nightingale warbles her omen sweet Oa the hour wheu the lady e her lover shall aeet . # * * * Honiara ' s skiff is on the Trent ,
And the stream is in its strength , — For a surge , from its ocean-fountain sent , Pervades its giant length : Boars the hoarse hejgro in its course , Lashing the banks with its wrathful force ; And dolefully echoes the wild-fowl ' s scream , As the sallows are swept by the whelming stream ; And her callow yonng are hurled for a meal , To the gorge of the barbel , the pike , and the eel : The purpoise heaves ' mid the rolling tide , And , snorting in mirth , doth merrily ride , — Forhe hath forsaken his bed in tlie sea , To sup ou the salmon , right daintily I * # * * Divinely streaketh the morning-star Witli a wavy light th « rippling waters ; And the moon _lojks on from the west , afar , And palely smiles , with her waning daughters , Thethin-strown stars , which their vigils keep Till the orient suu shall a _ivalcs from sleep .
The minstrel ' s "tale" is one of " sorrow and death , " and lest it should mar the evening ' s mirth , the baron calls upon one ofhis followers , "woodman Sxell , " to give a soug . The deniaud is at once answered , and here is
TUG _WOOBMiX S S 0 X 8 . I would not be a crowned king , For all hi 3 gaudy gear ; I would not be that pampered thin ; , His gew-g & w gold to wear - . But I would be where I can sing Bight merrily , all the year ; Where forest treen , All gay and green , Fidlblythely do me cheer . I would not be a gentleman , For all his hawks and hounds , — For fear the hungry poor should baa lly hails and wide-parked grounds : But I would be a merry man , Among tha wild wood sounds , — Where free birds sing , And echoes ring While my axe from the oak rebounds
I would not be a shaven priest , For all his sloth-won tythe : But while to me this breath is leased , And these old limbs are lithe , —¦ Ere Death hath marked me for his feast , And felled me with his scythe , — I'll troll my song , The _leaves among , All in the forest blythe . This song is followed by a satirical love son £ by the " minstrel . " Amongst the company is a iiit jolly
lay brother , belonging to the convent of St . Leonard He tells a tale called " The Miller of lloche . " Mr . _Cooi-KRsajs this tale "is a homely versification ol a homely tale , often told by the fireside in Lincolnshire . " " lie intimates that a similar story is to be found in the "Decameron . " The story i 3 quite familiar to us , though we cannot say where we have read it , but we are strongly impressed with the beliel that it exists in print in more shapes than one . lie that as it _mar _. the story will bear repeating . Thc second canto closes with thc bringing in of
THI JIISSELTOE BUSH . A signil note the pipe hath blown , And a maiden at tiie door Craves curtsied leave , with roseate blush , To bring the i _ ncied missel-bush . Oaily a younker leads the fair , Proud ofhis dimpled , Mushing care : All clap their hands , both old and young , Aud soon the misseltoe is hung In the mid-rafters , overhead ; And , while the agile dance they thread , Such honey do the plough-lads seize V rom lips of lasses as the bees > * e ' er sip from sweetest flowers of Jiay . And in the rapture of their play , — While shrilly swells the mirthsome pipe , And merrily their light feet trip , — Leave we the simple happy throng Their luivtii and rapture to prolong .
Canto III brings Christinas Day , and , with its mora , thc return of the merrymakers , _er eatlv augmented iu number by the arrival of Thorold ' s followers , " free and thrall , " from all parts of his domain . Tlie mummers rc-appeav in the full bla «* of their inimjc glory , including the "Lord of Misrule , " the "Abbot of Unreason , " the "Fiery Dragon , " « fcc . Here is a spirited description of
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TBK CHRISTMAS FBAST . 'Tis high Yule-tide , » Tdrksey hall : full many a trophy i / e « ecks the wall Of prowess in field . " _•«« wood ; Blent witli the buckler _ann _' _srouped with the speat Hang tusk * ofthe boar , and Ktrn 3 of the deer-Bat De _TlioroW'sguests beheld pought there That scented of human blood _. The mighty wassail horn suspended -. From the tough yew-bow , at Hastings bended , With wreaths of bright holly and ivy bound , Were perches for falcons ' that shrilly screamed ,
While their look with thc UgUunng of anger gleamed , As they ehid _« d the fawning of mastiff and hound , That crouched at the feet of each peasant guest , And asked , with their « yos , to shave the feast . Sir Wilfrid ' s carvonchair of stato ' -Neath the dais is gently elevate , — But his smile bespeaks no lordly pride * . Sweet Edith sits by her loved sire ' s side , And flvehundred guests , some free , some thralf , Sit by the tables along the wide hall , Each with his platter , and stout drink-horn , They count on good cheer this Christmas morn . '
. Yot long they wait , not long they wish—The trumpet pen _. 3 , —and the kingly dish , — The head of the brawny boar , Decked with rosemary and laurels gay , — Upstarting , they welcome , with loud huzza , As their fathers did , of yore ! And they point to the costard he bears in his mouth , And vow the huge pig , So luscious a fig , Would n _» t gather to grunch in the daintiful South ! ######
Ham by fat capon , and beef by green worts ; VenVon from forest , and mutton from fold ; Brawn from the oak-wood , and hare from the wold ; Wild- _^ oose from fen , and tame from the lea ; And plumed dish from the heronry—With choicest apples 'twas featly rimmed , And stood nest the flagons with malmsey brimmed , — Near the knightly swan , begirt with quinces , Which the gossips said was a dish for princes , — Though his place was never to stand before The garnished head of the royal boar ! Puddings of plumbs and mince-pies , placed Ii > plenty along tbe board , met taste Of gossip aud maiden , —nor did they fail To sip , now and then , of the double brown ale—That ploughman and shepherd vowed and sware Was each drop so racy , and sparkling and _rare--Jfo outlandish Bheuish could with it compare !
Trow ye they stayed till the meal was done To pledge a health * Degeuerate son Of friendly sires ! a health thrice told Each guesthad pledged to fellowships old , — Uutarrying eager mouth to wipe , And acro 33 the board with hearty gripe Joining rough hands , —ere the meal wa 9 o ' er *—Hearts and bauds went with " healths"in the days of yore i The meal is over , and now the " Wassail Bowl " crowns the board . The baron takes the lead in giving the " healths , " and then summons the minstrel to renew his songs . The minstrel responds with a tale of thc crusades , entitled "Sir Raymond and the false Palmer , " which closesthis canto . The fourth aud last canto opens with " The Gosherd ' s Song . " We have next " The Swineherd ' s Song , " and a very good soug it is , but we must not quote it . Several other songs follow , including one by the
baron ' s daughter , aud a response by the minstrel lover , both of which are as sentimentally interesting as the most furnace-sighing lover could desire . At last the minstrel breaks out into an unmistakable avowal of his passion , and serious consequences arc likely to be the result , for the baron is in no humour to be trifled with , when a sudden shriek of " deathful danger" directs thc attention of all present to the struggles of the baron ' s ferryman , who is drowning in thc Trent . The baron cries that whoever will save the man shall haye any boon he desires , but without waiting for this promise , the minstrel has already plunged into the river and rescued the ferryman . Tlie denouement may be guessed . The baron acts magnanimously , abides by his promise , the two love-lorn ones arc made happy , and thereby the happ inessofail the others is increased . The poet thus concludes his story : —
High was the feast , and rich the song , For many a day , that did prolong Thewedding . revelry * . But more it needeth not to sing 01 our fathers' festive revelling : — How will the dream agree With waking hours of famished throngs , Brooding on daily deepeuing wrongs—Astern reality!—With pictures , that _existin life , Of thousands waging direful strife With gaunt Starvation in the holds Where ilanimon vauntingly unfolds His boasted banner of success t
OU , that brttiied hearts , in their distress , Hay meet with hearts whose bounteousness Helps them to keep their courage up , — " Bating no jot of heart or hope !* My suffering brothers ! still your hope Hold fast , though hunger make ye droop ! Right—glorious Bight—shall yet be done ! The toilers' boon shall yet be won ! Wrong from its fastness shall be hurled—The World shall be a happy
world!—It shall be filled with brother-men , — Aud merry Yule oft come agaiu ! In the notes { which are very interesting ) at the end of the poem , Mr . Cooper states that although his " baron" is an imaginary character , not so is the name he has given to him . The Thorold family is the mo it ancient belonging to Lincolnshire . _ The Thorold ' s were men of power and renown even in the earliest times of the Heptarchy . To his other information respecting this family Mr . Cooper has done well in adding the following : —
Sir John Thorold of Systoa is now the chief representativeofthisSjixon family ; but report says , that he delights to live abroad—rather than in the midst of his tenantry and dependants , to gladden the hearts of the poor , -aud receive happiness from diffusing it among others , after the good example of his ancestors . We must not omit to mention that " The Baron ' s Yule Feast" is gracefully dedicated to the Countess of _Blessington . The poem is embellished with a tastefully executed vignette representing a view of Torksey Castle . The work forms a most appropriate "ChristmasPresent , " or "New Year ' s Gitt ; " and is altogether such a mental '' feast" as we can heartily recommend to our readers .
We have now to introduce to our readers another specimen of Chartist poetry , entitled " A New Song , " sung at a late Chartist soiree at Dundee , a report , or notice of which appeared in last Saturday ' s -Star . The singer of the song was also its composer , Mr . John M'Crea ; a long-tried and talented advocate of democracy , whose good services to the Radical and Chartist cause deserve to be remembered with honour : —
A NEW SONG . Tone— Woo'd an ' married an ' a ' . The dark dreary month of December Was closing the year forty-five , When our Annual Soiree did assemble , To keep the good cause still alive . The taxes , dull trade , and dear living , Were handled with sang , speech , and glee—For a while we forgot a' our slaving , And _dream'd that we yet might be free . But thc morn when the _wark-bells are ringing To muster the factory-slaves , The thought in our breast will be springing , We're robbed by a _pireel of knaves . Thc rich and the noble in splendour Enjoy the sweet fruits of the soil—The drones hae got ease , wealth , and grandeur , While we hae got nothiug but toil .
They cry be content with your wages , For this warld ' s goods dinna care-Yet despite a' the wealth tliey hae gotten , Th' _-y rob and oppress ui for inair . Would I _' eelandtUellukefeel contented , To toil at the anvil or loom ? "Would the Queen and the Prince feel quite happy , If they saw their meal-pock turn toom ? We see now that nought cau deliver The poor frae the great greedy elves , Unless we our fetters can sever ,
And set up to work for ourielves . Then cast off the chains of oppression , Let Liberty now be tlie word , Make them see that lhe might of the many Is stronger thanmusketorsword . Then cheer up my _bonnie young lasses , And with your sweet voices demand , That the People ' s Petition and Charter May soon be the law of tiie land . Theii ye will be wives free and happy , Your husbands will busk you fu' br . iw , When auco that the men of Dundee Have a voice in the making the law .
And you that are auld wives and mithers , Come join iu your voice wi' the lave , I ' m sure it can gie ye _sma * pleasure To lie in the arms of a slave . For the chains and the fetters of bondage , The tyrants arouud you will draw , Till ance that us Radical chaps Get a voice iu the making the law . Then , hurrah ! for the march of the bondsmen , The honest , thu bold , und the brave , Thc true , and the tried , and the faithful , That struggle tlieir country to save . And down with all traitors ami tyrants ,
We'll banish tliem baith great and sma' , When ance that thc mcu ot" Dundee Oel a voice in the making the law . Wc know the men of Dundee well—better men tread not thc soil of Britain ; we can well imagine , therefore , with what enthusiasm they would join thc singer in pealing forth the ahove simple but bold and honest song . The women of Dundee , too , are not one whit inferior to the men in sterling patriotism : all honour to them .
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Quite entering into , the" ¦ ¦ torn' / j of tlie followin _g ditty , wc ' nevertheless think trio matter thereof might have been improved . The _auMioi * evidentl y think * . * so too ; for he says he sends it Ui ns for our own _PWate perusal , not _beinggootl enough to ' publish . ' * Whatever he its deficiencies , and it is certainly not above proof , " still we think it too good to consign to that'bourne from whence no rejected doggerel returns—tlie waste paper basket , Aa the author has not authorised us to publish his " Apology , " by way oi compromising with' our conscience , and also witii the charitable intent of saving him from the ban of his countryman , Father Matthew , wo withhold his name : —
A WORD OF APOLOGY . "Dost thou think that because thou art grown virtuous there shall be no more cukes arid ale . " —i'ith Night . In cold water's praise they may sing as they may , And its virtues extol to the skies , But the merits of ale _n-hos'er shall assail I'm sure that the truth he denies . Our health the teetotaller says it will mnr , And shorten our days without fail ; . . I'll wager roy life that old Jenkyns and Parr Drank many a flaggon of ale . And old " Captain Whiskey" 'tis said causes strife , And they reckon how many he kills , But sure we all know there are spirit and life In a glass of old famous " bnshihllb . "
Old cankering care his harsh message may send , And the dark clouds of sorrow may come ; SW \ , still we shall find it the readiest friend To break up or brighten the gloom . " The heart of old Scotia how fondly it turns To that name which still _hoiie-ur'd shall be ; 0 say could she drink to her own Robert Burns , In ought but his lov'd " barley bree . " E ' en old Erin ' s shamrock with emerald leaf , The emblem of union and love ; When thirsty with sorrow still drinks in its grief " The dew-drop distilled above _. The cynic may sneer nnd the sensitive start—I care not a fig what thoy say ; . Bat I never wi . 'I send the dear friuutof ray heart On a cup of cold water away .
we have , On former occasions , , delighted oik readers with specimens ofthe poetry ofthe American bard , J . Gheenlkaf Whittikk . From the _leaves ol his evergreen poesy we now call _anoiher specimen to grace our "Wreath . " WiinxiKn is known as one of the ablest and boldest opponents of slavery , and he is not a marc _auti-slavery bigot , who' can see no wrong under the American sun , _excep-S in : tlie states ofthe South ; he sees and feels tliat » i \ is- not right , even in the North and East . Though ,, nominally , " all men are free" in the ranks of the white population , yet all men are not happy , nor free from " Th * Oppressor's wrong , the proud uian ' B eontumely _. "
And against the inj ustice donetothe '' people , " white as well as Mack , WiimiKa has- raised lib voico in indignant terms of reproof to thc wrong-doers-and oppressors . His sincerity , therefore , cannot be questioned . Uis denunciation ofthe Southern slaveholders is excited by his intense love of liberty , and solicitude for the rights and happiness of tlie * whole human family . Though we caunot agree with every word of the noble poem we are about to quote ,, the spirit thereof has onr hearty approval , and the poet , himself , has our enthusiastic admiration . The poem is headed by a most appropriate quotation from the speech of an anti-slave orator , Mr . S _ _utui _ L Mat : —
OUR _CQUN'TrVYS & E **; IS CHAINS . "Genius of America ! spirit of free institutions ; where are thou ? How art thou fallen . 0 , Ltteifer ! son ofthe morning—how art thou fallen from lloaren ! Hell from beneath is moved for thee , to meet tliee at thy coming ! The kings of the earth cry out unto thee , Aha ! _Altai—4 . RTTH 0 _l < 1 ISCOME LIKEUXTO US ?" Our fellow-countrymen in chains ! Slaves—in a land nf light and _Uwl Slaves—crouching on tho very plains Where _roll'd thc storm of Freedom ' s war I A groan from Eutaw ' a haunted wood—A wail where Camden ' s _inartyi _* 3 fell—By every shrine of patriot blood , From . Moultrie's wall and Jasper ' s well ! B . v storied hill anil _ItoHow'd grot , By mossy wood and _marshy glen , Whence rang of old the . rifle-shot ,
And hurrying shout of Marion ' s men ; The groan of breaking hearts is there—The falling lash—the fetter ' s dank ! Slaves—smves are breathing in tliat air , Which old DeKalb and Sumter drank ! What , ho!—our countrymen in chains ! The whip on woman's shrinking flesh ! Our soil yet reddening with the stains , Caught from her suourging , warm and fresh Wnat ' . mothers front their children riven ! What ! God ' s own image bought and sold J Amebicass to market driven , And barter ' .., as the brute , for gold ! Speak ! shall their agony of prayer
Come thrilling to our hearts in vaia 1 To us , whose fathers . scorned to bear The paltry menace of a chain ; To us , whose boast is loud and long Of holy Liberty and light-Say , shall these writhing slaves of wrong Plead vainly for their plundcr'd right ? What ! shall we send , with lavish breath , Our sympathies across the wave , Where manhood , on tho field of death , Strikes lor his freedom , or a grave X Shall prayers go up , and hymns be sung For Greece , the Moslem fetters spurning , And millions hail with pen and tongue Oar light on all her altars burning ? Shall Belgium feel , and gallant Franca , Sy _Vendome ' s pile and _Schoeiibrun'd wall , And Poland , gasping on her lance ,
The impulse ot om * cheering call ? And shall the slave , beneath our eye , Clank o ' er our iields his hateful chain ? And toss his fetter'd arms ou high , And groan for freedom ' s gift in vuia ' . Oh , say , sh ; dl Prussia ' s banner be A refuge for the stricken slate ? And shall the llussian serf go free By Baikal ' s lake and Neva ' s wave ? Aud shall the _wiutry-bosom'd Dane Itelax tlie iron hand of pride , And bid his bondsmen cast the chain , From fciter'd soul aud limb , asida ? Shall every flap of _Englaud's flag
Proclaim that all around arc free , _i ' rom " farthest Ind" to eaeh blue crag That beetles o ' er the Western Si _) a ? And shall we scoff at Europe ' s kings , When Freedom ' s fire is dim with us , ' And round our country ' s altar _eiiugs The damning shade of Slavery ' s curse ? Go—let us ask of Constantino To loose his grasp on Poland's throat ; And beg the lord of Mahmoud's line To spare the struggling Suliote—Will not the scorching answer come From _tuvbau'd Turk and fiery Uu 3 S * , " Go , loose your fetter'd slaves at home , Thon turn , and usk the like of us !" Just God ! and shiill we calmly rest , The _Chi-istian's scorn—the 'Heathen ' s mirth—Content to Jive the lingering jest
And bye-word of . a mocking Earth 1 Shall our own glorious land retain That curse which Europe scorns to bear 1 Shall our own brethren dni _„ ' the chain Which nut evevi Russia ' s menials wear 1 Up , then , in Freedom '! : manly part , From grey-beard c'd to fiery youth , Anu on the nation ' s naked _he-irt Scatter the living _uouls of Truth ! Up—while yo slumber , deeper yet The shadow of our fame is growing ! Di>—while ye p : vu » u , our auu may set In blood—around our altars Honing ! Oh ! rouse ye , ere thc storm comes forth—The gather'd wrath of . God and man—Like that wliich wasted Egypt's earth , When _hai ! and fire above it rati _. Hear ye no warnings in the ah' ?
I eel ye no earthquake underneath ? Up—up—why will ye slumber where The sleeper only ivakei in death ? Up now for Freedom!—not in strife Like that your sterner fathers saw—The awful waste of human life—The glory and the guilt of war * . But break the chain—tho yoke remove—And smite to earth Oppression ' s ) rod , With those mild arms of Truth and hove , Made mighty through the living God ! Down let the shrine of Moloch sink , And leave uo traces where it stood ; No longer let ; its idol drink His daily cup of human blood * . But rear another altar there , To Truth and Love and Mercy given , And Freedom ' s gift , and Freedom ' s prayer , Shall call and answer down from Heaven
CnARLKS Mackay is another and true poet , somo of whose compositions we have before now transferred to tlie columns of this journal . Hy tho bye , we must protest against tlic filth staiiiKi ot lus " Cry of tlie I _' eoplc , " recently published . That stanza inculcates the pitiful siavc-Veeling of _palience . _xiuder oppression , and consequently utterly spoils wliat would otherwise bc a noble poetical _oiitbiirst . as worthy of thc man as of thi post . _Chama-s Mackay ought to have more sense than to invite tho trampled down poor to cry , " God hein us . " God helps them who help themselves , a truth whicli the history of all gods litis proved from the palmy days of lli'ucui . t . 8 to tho prosent hour . Tlic following noble piece is witlnnitfauit or blemish , _ivhiio its beauties need no _tleserir . tiou
The Cricket Onthe Hearifi " Necessarily ...
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THE VOICE OF THE TIMES . DI CUAR _ . ES mackav _. Day unto day utters speech—Be wise , oh ye nations , and hear What yesterday telleth to-day , What to-day to the morrow will preach . A change cometh over om * sphere , And the old goeth down-to decay . A new light has dawned on tho darkness of yore , And men shall be slaves and oppre » _sors no more . Hark to the throbbing of thought , - In the breast of the wakening wo ? _Jd I Over lnnd , over sea , it hath come , The serf that was yesterday bought , To-day his defiance hath _hurl'd _, No more in bis slavery dumb ; And to-morrow will break from the fetters tharSbind _, And lift , a bold arm fov the rights of mankind . Hark ! to the voice of tho Time , The multitude think for themselves
And weigh their condition , eaeh ono The drudge hath a spirit sublime , ' And whether he hammers or delves He reads when his labour is done ; And learns , though he groan under penury's ban That freedom to think is the birthright of man . But yesterday , thought was confined ; To breathe it was peril or death , And it sunk in the breast where it rose ; Now , free as the . midsummer wind , Its sports its adventurous breath , And round the wide universe goes ; The mist and the cloud from its pathway are cuvl'd And glimpses of sunshine illumine the world . The voice of opinion has grown ; 'Twas yesterday changeful and weak , like the voice of a boy ere his prime ; To-day it has taken the tone Of an orator worthy to speak ,
Who knows tho demands of thc time ; And to-morrow 'twill sound in Oppression's cold ear , Like the trump of thc seraph to startle our sphere . Be wiso , oh ye rulers of earth , And shut hot your cars to- ' tlio voice , Nor allow it to warn you in vain ; True freedom of yesterday ' s birth Will , march on its way and rejoice , And never be conquered n < _fuhi . Theday has a tongue—aye , the-hours utter speech—Wise , wise will ye be , if ye learn what thej teach .
"We must haste to- twine the last flower in o « t " Wreath . " We have left ouiyel _ves no-room tospeah of tlte year now expiring , or of the year now comme _^ _ring ; but this matters little , as , if not in this page , we have in our seventh page spoken fully and freely en- " Tho Past , ihe Present , and the Future . " and farther " say" thereon is not necessary . It only remains-, therefore , for as to wish eaeh and ali of om * readers " A HAPPY SEW YEAR . " Thanks , to a " Paisley bodie , " we can nabh our " "Wreath" mo 3 t appropriately : —
A GUDE _NEW YliAlt I WISH YE . A ' . _Am—Cftidc iiwlit , and joij l > 8 to ? >» u o _*" . ill * 11 !) Gil U . iCDOXilO , Ance mair around the festive board , V / e welcome hanie thu new-born year ; A friendly band—hearts blythe and true , Through langsyue grief and gladness dear _; Met ' nea th the sheltering wings of joy , Cauld Care in vain her blasts may blaw j Vuto the lip , fill high the cup—A gude new year I wish you _»' . If through the auld year ' s _vanish'd hours , Discord has burst with baneful art , LiwU , link antv thai chain of love That _latij - has bound us heart to heart ; Here on the threshold pf tho year , Jom hands and sowiher ilka flaw ; Brown " _by-gaiie-. " in a flowing bowl And driiik in peact .- » yitJi anu ami a ' .
When time _rins round anither year Wlni kens gin we ' ll assemble tl , Thu' Hfes fair sea lies waveless now , Fate ' s angry tempest sune may blaw . 0 through the passing blink we ' ve here , Let kindness over gie us law-Then to the lip fill high the cup , A gude new year I wish you a' _. There may be some wha should be hero _Now wandering far ayout the wave , And some our inmost hearts held dear Cauld slumbering in the peaceful grave , l'et midst our glee we'll ne ' er forget , Tho' down our cheeks the tears may fa ' , To drain one sweet , though niournl ' u' cup , To a' we love whn _' re now awa .
0 may the year whose dawn we greet , Outshine the brichtest e ' er we saw ; May fortune shower her favours sweet Hound holiest l _' oortith ' s ingles a '; May sacred Truth draw near her ain , Corruption hasten to her fa' ; Then to the lip , fill high the cup—. ¦ A gude new yuiiv I wish you a ' .
To Chartist Poets. Mv Rur.Ui.Ntt B_H_Thb...
TO CHARTIST POETS . Mv Rur . ui . Ntt B _ h _ thbe . v , —You must have long felt , with me , the want of a collection of patriotic minstrelsy , that could be used in our public meetings for congregational singing . Such a collection haa been partly executed at Leicester , and has been sometime in use there . I also composed a dozen little lyrics in prison , and we are in the habit of singing _theae in London .. I propose now , however , to get up a more complete volume , to include songs and hymns , that all tastes may be suited . They will include my own " People-Songs , " with some additional ones not yet printed ; and the composers of the Leicester _Shaksperean _Ohartist'llyinn Book , I make no doubt ,
will allow me to select , copiously , from their collection . Let nie entreat you ail , wherever you reside , to contribute . Send ' mo anything you have , whether songs or hymns ; but , let it be -fully understood , that I have license to reject the whole , or any part , of what you send . There must , be one judge of the litness of thc pieces ; for , if this business be left to many , there might ba some dilliculty in determining what to insert , and what to reject , and the collection might be a more hodge-podge- _besides . 1 propose that the price he about one s littinj , and lhat tho profits ( if nny ) be divided between the _Veteran Patriots' and iixilos' Widows ' and Children ' s Funds .
1 trust that every one who possesses any degree oi a poet ' s nature , and prides himself on the name ol Chartist , will be forward to contribute . Only Jet the pieces hi . of tho genuine stamp ; let them have sou ! ahd broad truth in them ; and let me have them without delay . Your true brother , Thomas Cooper-131 , _BJuckfriars-rond , London .
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Stiusgk Siouy—Eufuri , Dice 21 . —Within the last two days , a crime has been discovered here , which strongly recalls the history of Casper Hauser . It appears , according to the account in the Cologne G < . _izttle , that a young woman who had been for many years in the service of thc government counsellor , Von Ehrenberg , and who had recently been married , informed her husband , that in the house of hor _lal-J master , a female , aootit twcnty-ono years of age , had been shut up for years in a sinall 'dark room , and fed scantily on bread and water . Information was given to the police , who entered Von _Ehrcnbera's dwelling , and led by his late servant found the unfortunate object she had spoken of . The poor creature , who was in a dreadful state , and who appeared scarcely lnnian , is Ehreuberg ' s own daughter by a first marriage _, it is stated the unnatural author of her being had token possession of some property which fell to her on _the'death of her mother .
_Lntkki'io Co . vm _/ CT of a Fnsscn _Gkstlem . ix . — _DssruRATK _Aitkmpi at SuicmBnf St . James ' s 1 ' akk . —On Tuesday afternoon , about four o ' clock a _i-o sneotable _dwMsed / Wiiale _, apparently about thirtyeight years of age , leapt iuto the ornamental water in the enclosure , immediately iauiii" thc _llovso Guards . An alarm was raised by several persons who witnessed the occurrence , arid one of them , ; i French gentleman , divested himself ol" liis coat , and dived in after her ; in a momeut afterwards ho appeared at the surface of the water with the female in his arms . Both were evidently in a exhausted state , ami by this time a Jar * je number of persons had collected , . \ wl , viitU some dilliculty , tliey were uroiight ashore . The female , who was quite insensible , " was conveyed with the greatest promptitude by the park-keepers io Westminster Hospital . Some hopes are entertained of her recovery . Thu gentleman was taken home in a cab .
Suicide axd Attkmitkd iMi / _uokk . —James Grain-¦ _rer , a blacksmith , who was living with his wile m Stewart ' s _Limits , Great Wild-street , Driiry-hine _, committed suicide , and at the same time made a most desperate attempt to _destroy his wile . On Christmas i > ve he returned homo from work , taking his wile onlv two shillings , although his wages amounted to about tliirtv _shilling , and niiikiugsomc excuse to her to account " for tho deficit , he left his lodging , for the purpose , he said of putchasingsomo Epsom salts , lie , however , soon afterwards returned with two ; papers , containing , instead ol" Epsom salt ** , oxalic acid . The eon tents of these papers ho dissolved in two separate
cups of water , and bidding his with drink one he drank off the other . Alm ost simultaneously with the act he exclaimed in an emphatic tone , "Oh , 1 have done it ! " The wii ' o thereon becoming Manned , refused tho proA ' orod cup , and ran t iwards the door , calling for help . Ilo rushed after her in a frantic statc , ° thrcw her violently on thc bed , and endeavouring to strangle her , cried in a most fearful voice , ' I ' ou must _die-with mc—no one shall possess you after my death . " Thc unfortunate woman eluded his violence , escaped from the room , and called for succour , when medical and other assistance promptly arrived , but it did not prove effective , as t ' : c wretched man died on the following ( Christinas . ) morning .
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Cuinxo it SiioRi , —Henry the " Fourth of France . when una journey , was one day harangued by the mayor ofthe town , who began with . ti > ese words , » ' ; i . _' , Y ! _sreat Scipioarrived before Carthage _ TT -i . 11 . " " ' ° tum SiUV _° ytnts introduction tliat it would be a long and tedious speech , - and being desirous of making thc functionary sensible of liis _ff" _!'! _•{^'•• W _* ' •••¦ _wtyiug " Sir , when Scipio _breltktsted . " S ° ' " ' dilied ' but J iiave mb A TiiiB _! - Detected . —A watch was stolen in the pit of the opera _« , Pans . The loser complained iii a loud voice , and said , " it is just _ iine ; in a few mi . r . utes . my watch will strike : the sound _isstiw ! and by that means wc wili ascertain where itis . " The thief , temhed at this , _endeavoured to escapo , and thereby discovered himself .
_Aldeiimakic Wisdom . —An eminent member ofthe Board ol Aldermen was latel y storing the mind < _rf his son with useful knowledge respecting the public monuments ofthe metropolis . " Observe my lad , " said he , " thc three pillars which grace this city owe their origin to . tho three elements of lire , water , aud air . The Monument to lire , . Nelson ' s to water , and . the Duke of fork ' s to air , " " What had the Duke to do with air ? " inquired the youth . " Hoy , " replied the intelligent papa , iie was the heir apparent to the throne when he died . "
A _BuTTERKn _Siiikt . — " Why , Lord ha' mercy on us I" cried Molly Crabtree , who had been listening all along , ami staring like an owl at twilight , during the successive strange recitals of the two old sea' ? ver _*> -r " luu Matthew ever near a buttered shirt , _H ? , ? * m _* _Uc _* _-ven ' s sake tell us the meaning on't ' . " _lhat 1 will , ma ' am , " said Paul , touching his hat as gallantly as an admiral * , ' » you see , it was during a severe engagement with the Dutchmen that Mat and 1 were ordered to the lunin-top-but hardly had we reached it , when a shot from the enemy cut oue mainmast fairly in two , and hurled us both un the enemy s deck , in the midst of more than a hundred heavy-bottomed Dutchmen ! To dream of _fr-litmg against such odds , ma ' am , you'll understand was , ol course out of all question : ss we iiuietlv walked
our bodies , to the tunc of ' donncrau d _blitzen _. 'dowa below , to " _secome close prisoners under hatches . Now , it so happened , d'ye sec , ma am , that tlic onlv fellowprisoners we found in the hole where they crammed us were cheeses and Queer big tubs ; and we felt a uat ' val sort of a curiosity to rummage about the hole , when left in the dark by ourselves . Clambering . up sonic o' these huge tubs at one end of the hole , wc both let footing together , and fell head over _jieels into the midst of something tliat was remarkably soft ; ami there wc struggled hard too , —but ' twas all in vain , we eould not Houmler out—and so were content to remain closed up ou all sides up to the neck , with just our heads bobbing out , and gasping for breath . Shi ver my timbers , if ever I was so pickled before or since ! At length the Dutchman was taken : and when some of our lads mado their
way into the da _>* k hole where we wero , we began to hear ' em . * Dreadnought a-hoy l" said Mat : ' the Union Jack a-hoy 1 ' said I . ' Who ' s there , i u the devil ' s name ? crkd una : * Whv that ' s old Mat Ua _' rdcastlu _' s growl—where the devil is he V said first one of onr lads and then another . And , as sure as you ' re there , ma ' am , " continued Paul , "rowing more polite and gallant as he proceeded , " what with one _noi-ie and another , it wasn ' t until tht ; lads had driven their marling-spikes through almost every aask in the hole , that Mat and I were discovered ' up to the neck in one of the Dutchmen ' s big butter iirkius . We were a good deal ashamed , ma ' am , of course , being as how we were soaked to the skin in tiio grease , i ' or it warmed as we stuck in it ; and no doubt by its inciting , we should ha' been able to have : got out of it _withoi-t help , if _v- j had had to stay much longer
belore we had been found . The worst of it was , we eould not gee time to strip fur some hours alter , and this made us both mighty uneasy , for many was - the jokes that was passed upon us as to how we liked our buttered shins . But Mat ' s heart was always light , all his life long ; ami he answered till who _asiccd that _, saucy question , just as he puts by ali sorrow now with ' _JJutter your shirt ! Sing tantarara-bobus make shift !'—and ever since then Matthew has kept hissaying ; _, _* iml it is not a bad om ., either , let me tell you , ma ' am , what think ye V concluded Paul Perkii . s , and took a stiller pull at thc grog than ho had overdone that night , thinking th . it he deserved it for his cleverness , andiceiing himself entitled to a double pull because he had missed his turn by telling this yarn . — Wise Suwn and Modem Instances , by Thomas Cooper , the Chartist .
Cirih List . —Tiie money vo _' ed for the expenses of the Sovereign * , and it is called thc Civil List , probably from thu civil manner in which it is granted by Parliament . —Punch . Coal Trade . See Slates . —There is a poeticallegend that Cupid was formerly in tiie coal and potatoe line , i ' or we are told , on good authority , that " Young love lived once in an humble shed . "—Ibid . Common Law . —The unwritten or custonu . ry iaw , _beins ; that _psivt of the law to which we have become reconciled by use , as the eels are to tiio process of skinning . The Common Law is not good unless it is founded on what no one can remember ; and this accounts for the lawyers being sometimes apt to forget themselves . Sir Mathew _ilale says , thc origin of the G ' ommwn Law is as undiseovcrabie as the head of the Nile ; but , considering tlic blackness of the subjeec , it would have bienau apter simile to have said the Niger . —Ibid .
_Likkwisb asd Also . —Mv . J . once ft _' _ojciit'i _' . l to _th _« competency of a wituess , aliening that he ivas nott compos . The court granted leave to lest the matter .. " Can you tell me , my iriend , the dilferencc between likewise and also ? ' '— "May be as ' cul can , " replied the witness , ' _"( n . on , sir ; let ns hear . ''— " Well _,, you see as ' on Colonel P . is a lawyer . " " Vu y well , " said the counsel . " And you is a lawyer also . " — " Very well . " "Colonel P . " is likewise a gentleman . " " Very wiJJ . " "But you is not likewise . " The lawyer was dumb .
G-miMAX-ExGLUu . —About the year 179-1 a German , recently imported into Bris . ul , had _htu-pened to hear of Mrs . X ., a wealthy widow , lie _thought it would bea good speculation to offer hiinseU to the lady ' s notice , as well qualified to " succeed" the late Mr . X ., and , accordingly , waited on tiie lady with that intention , ilaving no great familiarity with English , lu _provid-. _'d himself " with a copy of one of the Anglo-Gorman dictionaries , and , on being announced to thc lady , he determined to open his proposal with this introductory sentence : — " Madam , having hwd that Mr . X ., late your h . sbaml , ia dead ; " hut , Cuming to the last word , " . _festorbeii" ( dead ) , he was at a loss i ' or the Eng'isb equivalent , so , hastily pulling out his _dietionan ( a .
_hugeSvo . ) , he turned to the word " skrben" ( iodic ) , and there he found * , but wh . it lw found will be best collected from the dialogue which followed , as reported by the lady : —German : "' _Madani , hahliug heard that Mcin lien * X ., ia ' . c your man , is- ;—( these words he kept chiming over , as if te himself , until he arrived at No . 1 of the interpretation of ' stcrben , ' when he roared oat iu high _<; lee at h s discovery ) , dat is , has kicked de bucket ! " * Within *( witii . _'Utoniahivient ; : "Kicked tha . backet , sir ! What ! " Gevnvan : " \ h ! meiiiGott _' . Alway lcli make mistake . 1 vou'd hiuf said ( _beginning attain with the same solemnity af tune ) , since
dab Mcin llcrr X ., late iour man , hav— - hopped do twin , " which words he screamed out with _delight , certain that he had now hit the nail upon the head . Widow * . ' * Upon my word , sir , 1 am at a toss ti understand you— ' Kicked tho bucket , ' and * Ilopped thc wig !' " German ( perspiring with panic ) : " Ah , madam ! von , two , tree , ten tousand pardon ; tlatsau _, wicked dictionary 1 haaf , dat alway bring mc in trouble ; but _no-v you shall hear ; " and _tiieu , iveom-!) 0 < iii __ _-hiiuself solemnly for a third effort , he began as hefore , " Madam , since 1 did hear , or wash hearin ir . _Liat Afein llcrr X ., late your man , haa ;'—( with a triumphant shout)—haaf , 1 s . 'iy , gone to Davy '» locker" Further he would have gone , but the _n-iili . iv _cuiild stand no more .
Coksicax _Vknosascb . — 'Che Court of Assize of Bastia , in Corsica , was occupied on tho Uth and 10 th inst ., with tiio trial oi a beautiful girl , little more than 20 years of age , for murder . Tiie circumstances ofthe esse wero as follow : —Fioniispina ( indovai .., Un . _pvisonev , had been . _reduced by a yoiw . ; man , _namrd Franchi , who had promised her _marriage , and who , uu thc birth of a child , appeared disposed to _iiiilil his promise , but the child having died , ho abandoned his victim , and added to his auoeity by stating that she had _iwcu intimate wi . h oUict * men . lie even made proposals to a bandit name : ! Battini _, that he should avow himself to bis the father of the cliihl , but the bandit rejected them with indignation , and declared thiil Frauehi should die by his hand if he it _' _pcatct ! his _caimiHiR's _against _Fioi' < iis ; _-i » a . Oa
the _1-lth of June last the ciri went to the emu <; f tl e village in wliich she resided , and entreated him to use his cli ' _oi'is to induce Fram-hi to restore her tumour and that of hut * family . The euro comp lied with her request , but was unsuccessful . In the _evonir-g of the 20 th , as Franchi was sfindin _;* . by thy sideif some young men who were playing at cards in the _ojieii air , the report of a pistol wa . heard , and Franchi fell , exclaiming , "lam killed . " Fiordispiua was standing before his body , with the discharged pistol in her hand . "So mueh , " * . aid she , "for perjurers and _caiiimiiiators . " _"l'raitchi survived liis wounds more than a month , ami to the last persisted in his calumny . Slso was declared guilty of murder under strong provocatimi , aud with extenuating circumstances , and was sentenced oniy to tliirtv months' _iniarisotinit'tit .
Sixoui . au _ArtACi _' . y . v : vt . —At _GoTncvifTrmumi . on . on the ith ult .. a Mr . _Mur-. _loch , a n live of Ayr , __ died , after a vesideneei . f thirty years . On hearini ; of his demise , a unmeet * of relations ca . _ine frem Tuiiy io carry away his remains ; but tlic llig ' 1 -landers _e-u . e fnrtli cu memse , armed with _biiuli . e-oiis _, exclaiming , "Ilo has _bseiioncof o ' . irsaives ihes . > thirty years , and wc will net part with him V 'I hoy . ¦ . eordingiy took the ' - -oily by force to _I _' _ornie , a ; : d afterwards intern ; l it in tl ' _u-ii * owu lonely churchyard of Anaat . —• Iiiuerm'ss Courier .
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