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~ BEAUTIES OF BYRON . 50 . XVI . _"CHIiniJ HABOH _** . " flie famous stanzas on the Battle of Waterloo _imi ; _' ' i follow those given in our last . The 3 e _« were ie-pttblished in this paper of the 28 th of _•^ _fus-fc-it is therefore unnecessary to repeal them Jd In the great battle Byron had a friend killed _&?" _ _Howahd ) , whose loss he celebrates in the fol-Kgaffecungand beautiful lines :-< rh re have been tears and breaking hearts for thee , _indinuu ! were nothing , had I such to give ; ii iwhen I _s * _* _* _^ _neath tne f res h green tree , tttfch living waves where thou didst cease to live , dssir around me the wide field revive « ah fr _* _- _" * and fmae P rou , ise « and tUe Spring , - h herworkof _gladness to contrive , i _^ _i h all her reckless birds upon the wing , , x fr 0 in all she brought to those she could not bring I tor" * - * j _
the tree will niftier long before it fall ; _TJie hull drives on , though mast and sail be torn ; . __ . eroof-tree sinks , but moulders on the hall - _jiassj hoariness ; the ruined wall js when its wind-worn battlements are gone ; f jie iHissnrrive ihe captive they enthrall ; jj , e day drags through though storms keep out the _suu ; i ™ ! thus the heart will break , yet brokenly . live on : _-gvea as a broken mirror , which the glass In every iragment multiplies-, and makes _jl t housand images of . one that was , The same , and still the more , the moro it breaks ; _ind thus the heart will do which not forsakes , living in shattered guise , and still , aud cold , And bloodless , with its sleepless sorrow aches , Tel withers on till aU without is old , _ 3 J _ 9 « _ring ns visible sign , for such things are untold ..
The subject of Waterloo induces the following _rejections on the fallen Gallic conqueror , who , it must beremcnibered , was yet living , and ; in spite ofhis lopelcss exile , still caused considerable uneasiness to his vanquishers . Magnificent in thought and words is the poet's conception ofthe cbaracterof
XAPOLEON . There sank the greatest , not the worst of men , "Whose spirit antithetically mist One moment " of tbe mightiest , and again On little objects with like firmness fist , _ E __ treme in all _things ! hadst thou been betwixt , Thy throne had still been thine , or never heen ; For _4 aring made thy rise as fall : thou seek' st Even now to re-assume the imperial mien And shake again the world , the Thunderer of the scene ! Conqueror 3 nd captive of tlie earth art tUeu ! She hvujMcs at thee still , and thy wild name ¦ Was _ne' «_ r more bruited in men ' s minds than now That thon art nothing-, save the jest of Fanie >
Vko wou'd thee once , thy vassal , and became T he _flatterer of thy fierceness , till thou wert A god unto thyself ; nor Jess thc same T « the astounded kingdoms all inert , "ffbodcem'd thee for a time _whate'er thou didst assert . Oh more or less than man—in high or low , Battling with nations , flying from the field—Now making monarchs' necks tby footstool , now M ore than thy meanest soldier-taught to yield : An empire thou couldst crush , command , rebuild , Bat govern not thy pettiest passion , nor , However deeply in men ' s spirits _skiU'd ,. Look through thine own , nor curb the lti 3 t of war , Nor learn that tempted Fate will leave the loftiest star .
Tet well thy suul hath _hrook'd the turning tide With that untaught innate philosophy , "Which , be it wisdom , coldness , or deep pride , Is gall aud wormwood to an enemy . When the whole host of hatred stood hard by , To watch and mock the shrinking , thou hast smiled With ascdate and all-enduring eye ;—When Fortune fled her _spc-U'd and favourite child , Be stood unoow'd beneath tbe ills upou him pil'J . Sa _^ erthan in thy fortunes ; for in them Ambition _steel'd thee on . too for to shew That just habitual scorn , which could contemn Hen and their thoughts ; 'twas wise to feel , not so To wear it ever on thy Dps and brow , And spurn die instruments thou wert to use Till they -were _turn'd unto thine overthrow ; Tis but a . worthless world to win or loose ; So hath it proved to thee and all such lot who choose .
If , like a tower upon a headlong rock , Thon hadst beeu made to stand or fall alone , Such scorn of man had help'd to brave the shock ; Entmun ' s thoughts were the steps which paved thy throne , Their admiration thy best weapon shone ; The part of Philip ' s son was thine , not then ( Unless aside thy purple had been thrown ! , like sttrn Diogenes to mock at meu ; Tor _suytred cynics Earth wire far too wide a den . Bat quiet to quick hosoms is a hell , And _tijtrcliath been thy bane ; there is a fire And _iiiuiiun i . f the soul whieh will not dwell
In it * o-. vn narrow being , but aspire _Beyond the fitting medium of desire ; And , hat unci * kindled , quenchless ever more , l ' _rejs upon hi _^ h adventure , nor cau tire Bat aught of rest ; a fever at the core , Fatal to hira who bears , to all who ever bore . This ' -j .-il . es the madmen who have made men mad By their contagion , conquerors aud kings , Founders of sects and systems , to whom add Sophists , Hards , Statesmen , all unquiet things "Which siir too strongly the soul ' s secret springs , And are themselves the fools to those they fool ; Enricd , jet how unenviable 1 what stings Are theirs ! One breast laid open were a school "Which would uateach mankind ihe lust to shine or rule
Their breath is agitation , and their life A Storm wlu-reoa they ride , to siuk at last , And yet so uurst and bigotted to strife , That-should their days , surviving perils past , Melt to calm twilight , ihey feel overcast _Yfilh sorrow aud _supiuttness , aud so die ; Even as a flame unfed , which runs to _waste _TTilh its _ouu flickering , or a sword laid by , Which eats into i-. self aud rusts ingloiiously . He who ascends to mountain tops shall f __ ud The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds a :-id snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below . Though high above thc sun of glory glow , And tar beneath the earth aud ocean spread , Bound him are icy rocks , and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head , And thus rcwari the toils whieh to those summits led
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THE PC 11 GAT 0 UY OF SUICIDES . A _Pnisox RnvjiE is Tux Books . By Thomas Coor £ B , the Chartist . London : J . How , 132 , Fleet-street .
( Cowhmed from the Star of October _IStii . J The seventh book is by no means to our liking ; instead of continuing the discussion resumed in the sixth book , the poet Hies off to the collecting of the spirits of otlier suicides to take part in the ghostly debate . The reader will remember that in the first book is commenced thc discussion on the state and destiny of mankind , which discussi' _-n is abruptly closcdor " adjourned , " in order to allow of other spirits _bcinir summoned to take part in the debate . The four _following books are occupied with the "bringing up" of the spirits invitcd'to the discussion _, and in the sixth book the discussion isre-opened .
We naturally expected to find the discussion continued in thc seventh book ; lint , instead of this , the poet takes another ghostly cruise to collect more speakers or listeners for thc grand debate . This is bad _arranscment . The matter of this boob-too is decidedly inferior , although nothini ; else could be expected * when such _worthies as Sopiiowus , Tigeluxus , _Pi-TROSICS A MUTES . _AriCIUS , _VlLLK-VEUVE , _MoKDAt-. VT , -and LraiLET arcthc characters introduced : certainly tliesenaro . es are not very inspiring . A ' _susualj the reflective passages in which thc pi etspeaks in propia _wreoiMa arc the best . The following stanzas open ¦ the " book : "—
London V how _imaginable seems the strife Of thy huge crowds amid tliis solitude 1 -instinct with hot , heart-feverous , throbbing lifeiRacers for Mammon—day by day renewed Quick , motley actors in Mind ' s interlude _^ . bey flit before mo ; or , again , I walk _"ffonder-lost less with glare and magnitude Of mindless _things than human shapes that stalk "Through thy _irast wilderness _« f ways , and , smiling , talk With their own wretchedness which hath _estranged Them from tlieir kind , but cannot stifle dreams ° That Beggary ' s rags shall , one day , - be exchanged If er Grindeur ' s robes , and Fortune ' s favouring beams Gild their last hours . These , these , amid thy streams © f populousness , thy lavish shews of pride , And _' pomp , equipage , were living themes For healthiest thought that did my folly chide When I , along thy streets , a gazing ' venturer , hied .
Oh ! if tlie heart doth crave for loneliness , Deep in thy crowded desartit may find ' Its drear wish realised . In Misery ' s dress—Their blighted visages to humankind A-pregnant lesson , nut their names enshrined , Perchance iu secresy—how stealthily Sneh hermits of the heart glide on behind The bustling jneu of gain , or groups of glee Ths * swell thy blended throngs of thrift and gaiety « Off have I followed such a stealthy form , To mark his whereabout of rest or home , Until he plunged into some haunt where swarm-In din __ y dens , that shadow forth the gloom Of _hi-arts within—what the World calls its " scum . ** Victims of gilded fraud , and titled lust , And pensioned knavery ! WiU it e'er come—The hour when Man shall venture to be just , And dare to give true names unto his fellow-dust ? Age after age hath gazed the eager tbvong—As , now , I seexa , again , to see it gaze- *
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Heedless of tsoral worth , -. or right « c wrong , "While haughty . _Ponrjuuuolosed its- newest blaze ¦ ¦ Of tear-wrung splendour :- ' and- perchance , to praise > Of garish shew , blame for great gold misspent Hath followed , as it follows-now . -: yet , raise The trump of pageantry—and ears are-lent By thousands who lisp scorn for Time ' s old rabblement ! Will knowledge , freedom , moral growth of man , Strip off these swaddling-bands of gauge—these chains Of gossamer ? This baby-talisman—Will it much longer charm the child of pains And sweat , to leave his bread-toil * . Oh 1 tb « _e reigns Of strength in Labour ' s millions , a young breath That gaunt Starvation quells not—but sustains ! Where , now , my memory wanders , may its wrath Ne'er burst!—Monarch;—adown thy stately palace-path !
I saw thee on the day thon wast a brine—And shouted , ' inid my joy-tears , with the crowd : — Thou wert a woman—and thou salt ' s t besido Thy bosom ' s choice—while happiness o _v erflowed Thy heart , and in thy f . ir _ysuug countenance glowed Beholding thine , what could I less than feel A sympathetic joy ! Aye , though a proud Worship of England's stern old Commonweal Was mine—for thee , that day , I breathed devotion leal . And many a heart , yielding , that festive day , To Nature ' s impulses of hope and joy , Confiding , blessed thee ! Queen ' , if thou delay-To help thy Poor—if thou , thyself , destroy The promise of that time , and harsh alloy .
Of blame with memory of our joy bow blend—What marvel ? Hopes , that do the heart upbuoy , Turned to despair by sufferings slighted , rend All gentle feelings in their way to some dire end . When next thou passeth by . Whitehall , look up , I pray thee , and remember who felt there The fatal ase J Aye , look!—nor be the dupe Of tinselled traitors who would thee ensnare To ease and grandeur , till—thy People ' s prayer For justiee all too long delayed—they rise With that old heart-the Stuart to despair Drove , first— and , th on , to vengeance ! . Hunger cries Throughou thy . realm— " Queen ! - from the fearful Pastbe wise !"
I know that tellers of plain truths are " Goths " And " savages" in tlieir esteem who haunt The halls of royalty—the pageant moths That flutter in thy beams—the sycophant , The beau , the corouetti-d mendicant : — Yet , speak 1 not from brutal nature;—nor Is thirst for violence fell habitant Of Labour ' s children ' s hearts . Queen ! they who store Thy mind with such belief wrong grievously thy Poor ! Believe one born amid their dail y toils And sighs—and , since , observant of the words And deeds of those who live on Labour ' s spoils : — Thy Poor , itis—and not their haughty lords—In whose hearts vibrate gentle Nature ' s chords Of tenderness for thee—ev ' n while tlicy groan With deepest wrongs . " We suffer by the hordes " Of selfish ones , " _theysay , "that hide the throne : " If she could _A-hoip our woes—we should not , vainly , moan ! " . ' ¦¦ ¦
Lady : ' tis thus the hunger-bitten ones Their simple , lingering trust in thee express : — Let thy heart answer , 'mid superb saloons Aud soldiered pomp—with truth and faithfulness—If thou deserv ' st this trust from comfortless And bread-pinched millions ! _Wouldst thou read aright Thy glory 1 Seek tobe the hcritress : Of love deserved—choosing , . with noble slight Of gauds ,, to make the Poor's heart-smile thy sole delight . Alas ! in vain thus breathes a rebel thrall Fond wish that , now a thousand years hive rolled , To Alfred ' s land it might , once more , befall That sua of human glories to
behold—A monarch scorning blood-stained gauds and gold , To build the throne-in a blest People ' s love ! It may not be ! Custom , soul-numbing , cold , Her-web hath round thee , from thy cradle wove : — Can heart of a born-thrall with pulse of Preedommove ? Deadly , - mind-blighting influences begird Thee daily , hourly : 'tis thy lot . A gaol-Is mine . Thus far , our lot how like!—the herd Of titled , starred , and sworded things , that fail Xot to enclose thee in tlieir watchful pale , Are but thy chief and under-turnkeys . Thou By birth , for life—and I , by force—this balo Of bondage prove . Rebel , or Queen , we bow Alike to circumstance : our mould to it we owe .
The somewhat dull dialogue m which thc spirits of Messrs . MoKnACXT , _PETRosios , Aricius , andCo . engage , is interrupted by the appearance of the famed Robert Lb Diable , who makes his appearance to summon them to the grand debate . In thc course of his address his opera devilship discourses not amiss , as witness the following : — I tell ye that on earth all natural ill Begins to yield to science : fell disease-Is checked—and men shall soou begin to fill Th' expansive measure of tlieir days . Thc seas Already own the power of Mind : with ease _SJen vault above tlie wave , fearing no rage Of giant storms . Ou land , the very breeze That vital is , they hold in vassalage , Arid yoke , by viewless chains , uuto the thought-winged sledge . Mind _gljws and fulmines even in the clown ; And men trom yoke conventional and
old-Shake themselves free : the crosier and the crown , The sword and gun , all meu begin to hold Por useless aud pernicious things , and bold The < ery peasants be to laugh aloud At swollen names of gew-gaw shapes in _goll . Think ye that changes such as these forbode Ko change for Hades , aud her kings aud pomp-thrones proud S I tell ye , Change hath tome : judgment condign Hatk fallen on the essences ot kings Who raged to hear deep sage aud bard divine Tt !) , in prophetic strain , pomp-glisrerings Should pass away , and spirit-homugings Be paid to Mind and Goodness . Where the bow Of promise skieth mystic symbollings Of monarch-splendour , ' foifeiture I saw Of thrones , while congregated ghost-kings shook with awe . fToncco _ i _ HiWM / J
The Ballad Poetry Of Ireland. Edited By*...
THE BALLAD POETRY OF IRELAND . Edited by * Chaklks Gavax _Durri . Dublin : Duffy , Angksen-street . The contents of tlm work are ! c _> s objectionable than , judging by its title , and the political reputation of Mr . DufpV , we liad expected . As the proprietor of the A a « 0 H newspaper , Air . Dofit is well known _as-the ardent and unscrupulous advocate of what is called " Irish Nationality . " We say " unscrupulous advocate , " for All * . DuFFr , _through liis paper , has not scrupled to employ the most detestable means tu effect the end'liimself _, and the party associated with him have in view . In proof of this we only need remind our readers , that from the day the first number of the JvalKM appeared , to the present time , a
systematic hostility towards England , Englishmen , and all that is English , has beeu unceasingly preached up by the writers iu that paper . From tho days of t he invasion by . _Siaoxcnow , to the present , time , every fact and every : fable belonging to Irish history , or Irish tradition , calculated to tell against England , has been industriously raked up to excite the hatred of Irishmen against Englishmen . Week after week hare we had served up . the thousand times told tales of Wexford slaughters , _Mullagnmast massacres , breaches of Limerick treaties , « fcc , which things occurred generations and generations ago , yet are now revived for the fiendish purpose of exciting animosity against thc present generation of Englishmen . Nor have the writers in . thc Nation at all distinguished
between the acts of the . Norman , _oppressors of the Saxon people of Englaud , and thc people themselves . Even when denouncing present oppression- it is never the English Government as contradistinguishedfrom the English people , on whom falls the weight of Irish denunciation ; it is always " England" and the " Saxon" who are the objects of " i ' oung Ireland ' s " wrath . Of course this is quite consistent with the declared object of Mr . Duffy * aud his friends , that of separating Ireland from England . Everybody-in England now understands perfectly well what " Irish nationality" means—it means Ireland independent , separate , nnd hostile . The blarney of that consummate charlatan O'Coxxell— ''the- golden link of the crown '' uuitimr the two countries , is understood by
_eyeryone in England to be unadulterated ludge . Once a Parliament in College-green , the " golden _, link" would soon- be snapt . This would trouble us but little , provided another sort of . link bound the two countries _t-getber—the link of common brotherhood—that , however , Mr ; Dum and Co . are doing _, their best to render impossible . _Itmust-be admitted that Mr . DuFFr and his friends appear , m a favourable linht when contrasted with _O'Cosnell : the former v _4 believe to be honest in then * professed desire to . reestablish , the nationality of _Inland , but _O'Cosselv hasno suck desire ; his sole ambition is to maintain _, his rule as chief mountebank on his " conciliation _^ stace , and plunder to their last farthing the wretoned du _^ s who witness his antics aud applaud his ravings His creed and his rale
is"If _huuibug'd thus the rabble chocse to be , Why let them , since it brings the chink to me ; There's none so blind as those who will not see V Mr . _DuFrr , on the other hand ; we believe to be _timrongMyin earnestih his hatred of _Englimd _^ anu in his desire to make Ireland a " _natibu ; " ' lie is _therefore _qjiitc consistent in doing his utmost , wtetlier by ; prose or poetry , factor fiction , to inspire liis countrymen with hatred of the _lanil be regards as aa enemy . Quite consistent too is he in
_iStbouvihg to inspire them with the barbaric thirst for ' _* ' glory , '" in _celebrating the victories of Irishmen from Clontiirf to _Poun-noy . Ko- matter whether itwas to _sevve I .-eland _or _' _despiotfsni . * whether it was to beat hack the Danes , drive ant tlic English , re-establish _4 _kj tyrant Ciiaui . es , restore the irabccil 4 James , qt i"xt *! iu the infernal despotism ofthe Freu _^ h _, Louis _ . B 0 matter whether the _Irisiif & ught as _patriots _,, slaves , or _lreercenaries , t . _ieir *•*• victories '" _haxe been , _reeUed and held up f ' w ; _adniirnVJon and _ugjtation by tke poets , of the ivaa *? n ., _Tfcis is not a ]} -, ; fa _pttrstji / i
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of hi * dariing . " nationality ,. ' Mir . _Dotpt and hi 9 party contemplate the re 8 _toring-of *" . t > be old _Irish . _language in . substitution of the- English tongue now generally spoken , . _*' with variations , " throughout Ireland . ' 1 _' b . U surely is the sublime of * absurdity . Aswell might George _Washington have set "about restoring , the language of the aborigines of America , or as well might Joseph _Mazzini propose the restoration ofthe Latin tongue as the language of the people of Italy , aa one of the means for restoring , the liberties ol his country . Indeed , such a- proposition -would have muck _naoreof _yeason in it than lias the preposition of Mr . DuFFr and his friends ; , the Latin tongue has been , and is yet to a . great extent , the universal language of the educated classes , but can the same be said of the Irish
language ? No ! .. But this design is something more than absurd , it is wicked ; it is an attempt tomake civilization retrogress . The " confusion Of tongues" is the worst curse under which mankind _, labour , it serves to make strangers and enemies of even those who , by their position , are neighbours , and should be brothers . The advance of civilization has , as regards a few nations , corrected this evil . The English , the Welsh , the Scotch , the Irish , and the North-Americans , now generally speak but one tongue . Air . _Duffx would isolate Ireland ; be would have his countrymen speak a language which no other nation in the world could comprehend . Instead of this , if Air . _Durer was a true patriot , he would rather labour to make tho nations of one language
and one speech . We are convinced that universal freedom and universal brotherhood , and the consequent ending of senseless wars and brutal conquests , is only attainable through the adoption of some language which shall be spoken by all nations . We cave net whether it be the English , the French , the German , or any other language ; so that there be some one tongue agreed upon . Even Irish , if * that was practicable , we would just as soon have it . as any other ; but we suppose Mr . _Duppy , even in his wildest dreams , does not anticipate more than the restoration of Irish as a local language . It needs not , however , the g ift of prophecy to foretel , that even in that anticipation he will , happily for the human race , be disappointed . We have said that
All * . Dufpi * is honest . He is , we believe , honestly the exponent ofhis own prejudices , and-the champion of his own class . But what would he do for the working class ? Ills cryis , " Ireland for the Irish ;" that is , the Irish aristocracy , the Irish middle-class , and the Irish priesthood , but not the Irish workingclass , _ the veritable people . There would be a parlianientin College-green , aresidentaristocraov- _. the Irish language restored , statues of King Daiiiy and King Das , Bhias Bonu and _Smitu 0 'BniE . _v (!); a " national flag , " and plenty of the " glory" and " poetry . " of " nationality ; " there would be all these under tlie new regime , yet the working , classes would be as void ofa country , as they ave now . Mr . DUFFY and his friends would not even give the people a voice in the
choosing of the country ' s legislators—at least , if they would they have not the courage to avow tlieir intentions ; and as to a radical reform of _^ social arrangements , . Without which all other so-called reforms are but mockeries and delusions to the mass of the people , of ' such * reform Alr . Dum" and his friends seem never to have thought : tbey are too much occupied with gloating over the records of the barbaric past , to attend to the greatest of all questions which must inevitably agitate the future , in short , the one idea ol Mr . _DuFi-r appears to be "Ireland independent of England . " To that cud he rc-kindles the animosities of the past , excites race against race , and nation against nation . To that end he courts the alliance of the ambitious and unscrupulous partisans of ; war and conquest in France and America , caring not who
suffers in the contest he desires to see commenced , so that he can see England struck at , and , if possible , struck down . To that _esd he would isolate Ireland from the other nations by reviving an extinct language , now happily laid in " the tomb of all the Capulets . " These _things Mr . Duffy and his , party would do , but they will tail . They , may- partially succeed for a time , but the very means they are at present employing will ultimately produce results very different to tliose they contemplate . They are diffusing knowledge , anil in this tlicy . are doing : a raighty good . That _knowledge they design shall mar instead of accelerate man ' s progress , but this design canuotbut ultimately fail .. Irishmen will by-and-bye learn that men of all nations are brothers , and that their only real ' and formidable enemies are men . ol their own country and name .
With these impressions of Air . Duffv , we expected on opening this little book to find it brimful of biood and thunder against the " Saxon . " We knew what were the songs aad ballads of the Nation _> and we expected that the contents of this volume would be of a similar character . That the songs and ballads of the Nation are rich in geuuine poetry we cheerfully acknowledge ; but their spirit and design is most objectionable and detestable . We are happy to say , that this volume of " Ballads" is not of the samo character . True , there is a plentiful allowance of tho anti-Saxon spirit in many of the political ballads , but these speak . the feelings ofa bygone period which were then natural and justifiable —feelings which are unnatural and unjustifiable now . But this volume consists not merely of political ballads , there are some of a domestic character , full of sentiment aiid ' pathos which cannot fail to deeply impress the hearts of all who read them .
The collection before us consists entirely of ballads , and not of songs ; between which Air . Duffy draws this distinction—that " by a ballad is to bc under-Stood a short lyrical narrative poem , and by a song , a lyrical poem of sentiment or passion . " _ Many of the ballads are very beautiful , the non-political thc most so . Thc political ballads , indeed , ave nearly all very inferior to those which have appeared in the Nation . With the exception of the few translations from the ancient Irish , all thc ballads are of very modern date . A well-written introduction , written by Mr . Duffy , precedes the ballads . Air . I ) . cites the healthy and soul-invigorating influence of the songs _and'ballads of Burns upon ihe Scottish people as a proof of the good that may bc accomplished by cultivatingamongst
the people a taste for genuine poetry . " Every household in Scotland , from the peasant-farmer ' s upwards , as Lockhart proudly assures us , has its copy of Burns lying side by side with the family bible . The young men , nurtured upon this strong food , go forth to contend with the world ; and in every kingdom oi * the earth they are to be found filling posts oi trust and honour , trustfully- and honourably . " And again , speaking of Burns ; Mr . Duffy says , " He wooed poetry from the saloon and the -library to become household among the poorest peasantry in Europe , elevated the uncouth dialect of his native hills to be-familiar to fifty millions-of ' men . among the most powerful and civilised of modem nations . And in thiS'iiationality lay his strength- not alone among
his own people , but among all people , liis English songs are comparatively neglected ; his Scotch songs , with their provincial and unpronounceable phraseology , arc in the mouths of more men" than spoke his native tongue when he began to mould it into rustic verse . We demur Uvthc alleged fact that Burns ' s English songs-are " comparatively neglected , " but we admit , that even amongst the English , his Scotch songs , so tiir as they are understood , are the-most popular . But it is impossible this should be because ol their " nationality . " The fact is , the songs of Burns , whether Scotch-oi * English , are more cosmopolitan than national—they speak to the hearts of men of all
countries * and climes , and hence their universal popularity . The most " national" song of Bunxs is his famous " Scot's wha hae wi' Wallace bled ¦; " Jet that song is as _popular in England as in Scotland . At every Chartist festival holdcn in this country that song is invariably ; sung . Brucb and . Ei > - _waiid are forgot ten ; Bannockbum is hardly remembered ; . but as the song rings tlirough the festi val hall , all , without regard to country , join- in the thrilling strain " Let us do on die . " _ Si . akspj . are wrote in English , and _Bun . _vs . in Scotch , but both are the poets of the world . We shall best givo our readers an idea of the poetical beauties of the volume by the following selections : —
_W-iKE OF WILLIAM Oltlt . by- nu .. deennan . f The case of William Orr involves one of the most ruthless acts-ot _tyrannj * that preceded the insurrection of 171 ) 8 . Our , who wasayjung Presbyetvian farmer of Antrim , anil a man of great personal popularity , was tried and convicted- in October , " J _1-, of administering the United Irish oath to a private soldier , named' Whitby But on the same day , four of- his jury made affidavits stating-that whisky had been introduced into the _jiity room , and : thc veruiut _agreed-to under tho joint _influence of drunksuaess and intimidation . Ucxt day Whitly , the crown witness ,- confessed-that his evidence was ftilsc , or distortediu essential particulars , _t-hdfci * these strange circumstances , Orr ivas reprieved-iy _- government _*; , and
the reprieve twice renewed . But , ultimately , when the nation- confidently awaited' the commutation , of his sentence , he was ordered- for _exesotion .. A _ stoiaa of indignation followed this arbitrary and . merciless *_ tecisioii . The-most moderate wen were eatvaged _, by . its . injustice - the jnost timid were stung to . resistance- by its naked _tj-canny . Orr died with unshaken courage ,., exhorting bis countrymen- 'tobe truo and faithful to . each other , a & heh : id been true to _thesa . _** His _fortU'Adc increased popular-enthusiasm to a passion . He was universally regarded as a . martyr to , _libei : ty ; aud " _itemember Orr I * became the most popular and stimulating watch-word « _4 the national _pirty . His . death was _celeteated in _innuuvtj _* - able _clegiesi of which these noble aad affecting v < fl » 5 are the best . l
Here our murdered _brothev , lies ! Wakehitn uot wtfh women ' s cries . Mourn , t & e way that manhood ought ; Sit in silent trance of thought ; "Write his merits on your mind ; _Jjiovalsimre and manners kind ; _Jn . _his head as . on a hill , Yittu . fi- _^ lat _' il her citadel . Why cut off in palmy youth ? _? ruth ho spoke , and acted truth .. Countrymen , unite ! he _cry'd , And _died—forwhat his ; Savfc . iiB filed
God of Peace , and God of % fw % Let it not thy vengeauce moye _^ j Let it not thy _lightnjsgs . _dRajK ; i A nation * jaiUotiijL _* _iliy _iwnu
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Hapless _sation-j rent , and torn , Thou , wert early taught t » aourn , Warfare of » i * hundred years ! Epoch ' s tnarfced with Wood and tears ! Hunted through thy native grounds , Or flung reward to human bounds ; Each one pull'd and tore hia share , Heedless of thy deep despair . Hapless nation—hapless land _. Heap of unceioenting sand I Crumbled by a foreign weight _, And by worse—domestic hate . _Godefmercy ! God of peace t Make the mud confusion cease ; O ' er the mental chao 3 move , Through it speak the light oif l * ve .
Monstrous and unhappy sight ! Brothers' blood will not unite ; Holy oil and holy water , Mix , and fill the world with slaughter Who is she with aspect wild ? The widow'd mother with her child , Child new stirring in the womb ! Husband waiting . for the tomb ! Angel of this sacred place , ; Calm her soul aud whisper peace , Cord , or axe , or Guillotin , Make the sentence—not the sin .
Here we watch our brother ' s sleep ; . Watch with us , but do not weep ; Watch with us thro' dead of night , But expect the morning light . Conquer fortune—persevere!— . L ' o ! it breaks , the morning clear ! The cheerful cock awakes the skies , . The day is come—arise!—arise 1 [ Dr . Drennan , the author of this ballad , was one of the ablest writer * among the United Irishmen . His Letters of Onllam contributed powerfully to enlist Ulster in » the
Union . " His songs and ballads , which were chiefly directed to the same object , > are vigorous and graceful beyond any political poetry . of the period . His song commencing "When Erin first rose from the dark swelling flood , " which fixed upon Ireland the ' title of the "Emerald Isle , " Moore esteems among lhe most perfect of modern songs ; A little volume of : his poems was published in 1815 , but is now very scarce . In 1794 ,, he was brought to trial for his political principles ; but then , or throughout a long aud honoured'life , he never abandoned them . ];
In his selection of" Irish" ballads Mr . _DtTFTVery properly gives specimens ofthe Orange ballads . The famous "Battle ofthe Boyne" is very poor ; "Oliver ' s Advice" is much superior . We give a few of the verses of this'last as the ballad is a literary curiosity in this country : —
OLIVER'S ADVICE . AN ORANGE BALLAD , _ 11 _ COLONEL BLACKER . The night is gathering gloomily , the day is closing fast—The tempest Haps his raven wings in loud and ' angry blast ; The thunder clouds are driving athwart the lurid sk y—But , "putyour trust in God , my boys , aud keep your powder dry . " ** There was a day when loyalty was _hail'd with honour due , Our banner the protection wav'd to all the ¦ good and true—And gallant hearts beneath its folds were link'd in honour '
stie—We put our trust in God , my boys , and kept our powder dry . When treason bared her bloody arm , nnd madden'd round theland , For kings , and laws , and order fair , wo drew the ready brand ; Our gathering spell was William ' s name—our word wus "do or die , " And still we put our trust in God , and'kept our powder dry . The ballad goes on to lament the change tliat has taken place in "loyal" men being discountenanced , and " traitors" appointed to rule the land . This was writtenin 1834 , when the Whigs were in the . ascen dant , and that party were beginning to caress O'Coxnell : —
They come , whose deeds _incarnadin'd the Slaney ' s Silver wavo—They come , who to the foreign foe the hail of welcome gave ; He comes , the open rebel fierce—he comes the Jesuit sly ; But put y 6 ur trust in God , my boys , and keep yourpowdcr dry . They come , whose counsels wrapp'd the land in foul rebellious flame , Their hearts unchastened by remorse , their cheeks unting'd . by shame . Be still , be still , indignant heart—be tearless , too , each eye , And put your- trust in God ; my hoys ; and keep your powder dry ,
We pass over some of themost " ultra-religions " verses ,, in which it is difficult to decide whether " God , " " Great William , " or that old imbecile bigot the Earl of Koden _, " has the greatcstsharc of praise ; the following are the two concluding-verses : — Then cheer , ye hearts of loyalty , nor sink in dark despair , Our banner shall again unfold its glories to tbe air ,. The storm that raves the wildest , tlie soonest passes by ; Then put your trust in God , my boys , and Iceep _. your powder dry . For "happy homes , " for " altars free , " we grasp the ready , sword , For freedom , truth , and . for our God ' s unmulilated word . These , these the war-cry of our march , our hope the Lord on high ! Then put your trust in God , my boys , and keep your powder dry . Much more to our taste are the following simple , but beautiful and pathetic lines * . —
THE PATRIOT MOTHER . A-BALLAD-OF- ' 98 . " Come , tell us the name of the rebelly crew ,. Who lifted the pike on the Curragh with you ; Come , tell us their treason , and then you'll he free , Or , by heaveii 3 , you shall swing from the high gallows tree . " " _ 4 la ) iiia . ' _ 4 _ a ) t ) ia . ' the shadow of shame Has never yet fallen upon one of your name ; And oh' . may the food from my bosom you drew , In your veins turn to poison ,. if _jioii turn untrue . " The foul words—oh I let them not blacken your tougue _, That would prove to your friends and ' your country a wrong , Or the curse of a mother , so bitter and dread , With the wrath of the Lord—may they . fall on your head ,
" 1 have no one but you in the whole world wide , Yet false to your pledge you'd ne ' er stand at my side ; If a traitor you Hv'd ; you'd be farther away rrom my heart than , if true , you were wrapp'd in the clay , " Olv I deeper _aud'darkcr tho mourning would be , I _' _tu-ypurfelsehood . _so base ,, than- your- death proud and free , Dearer , far dearer than- ever to me , My darling , you'll be on the brave gallows tree . " 'Tis holy , agra ,. from the bravest and
best' Go ! go ! from my heart ,, and be j . oin'd by the rest , _-Itonnn , machr . ee ! 0 , alanna , _MMhi : ee > ' Sure a ' stag't and a traitor you never will be . *' , There's no look , of a , traitor upon tlie young bl'OW That ' s raised to the tempters so haughtily now ; No traitor e'er held up the firm , _liead'so high-No traitoi ! e ' er _sliow'd such _apreud flashing . eye . On the high gallows tree !; on . the brave gnilows tree I Where smil'il leaves audi blossoms , his sad doom met he ; But it never bore blossom so puae or so fair , As the heart of tho martyr that bangs from it there .
Hero is a . beautiful ballad combining the poetieal with thodescriptivc : —
_tlOUGAU . _S'a BAItltA . ill' J . J . A , CALLANAN . I . ? 'the lake . _of'Qougauiie-Barra , in : the _west-enti _of . the / _jounty Cork ,. U the parent _o-f the Rivev Lee . "J There is a _grei-n _. island iii lone Gougiuuie Barra , Where Alina _» _, _* ' song rushes forth us au arrow -, In _deep-valuad _Pesmonti—a thousand wild _fountains . Come _downte-that la _ s « , from their home ill She-IJlDUB > tains . _Ilitre grows flic wild ash , and a _time-strickea , willow . Looks clihiii _^ ly dowa on the mirth of the billow ;;
As , hko some gay child , that sad monitor _sewming ,. It lightly laughs back to the laugh ofthe _nwrning ,, And , it * acne of _durk _hill 3—oh ! to . seo them all bl'tghtniag ,. When th « - tempest fl _[ ugs out it 5 red _banasen of , " lightning , And tlie wattvs rush down , ' mid the thunder _. ' s deePi rattle _Likeulaus fromtheirhiUsatthevoieeof , thobattle ; Awl _biaghtl y the fire-crested billows , ase gleaming , And wildly , from _Aluilagh _, the eagles ai _; e screaming . Oh l where is the dwelling , in valley or highland , So . meet for a , bard as this lone _UtUe-island .
_Hoiv-ott _, when the summer _su _» rested , on Clara , Auulitthe darkheath on _thehjlls of Ivera , Have I sought thee , sweet snot , from my . home by , the ocean , And trod all thy wilds _wijfca minstrel ' s devotion , Ami thought of thy _bards , ; Whcn assembling together , In the cleft of thy _roelj _& . or thedepthof theheather 1 They fled from , the Simon ' s dark bondage and slaughter , And waked their b _* , st song by . the rush ' of thy water . ' _HigU « on ' 8 ' of _the lyre , oh ! how proud was the feeling , To think , wb . _] fl nlono through that solitude-stealing , Though lo & te _? minstrels Green Eriniean number ,. Iouly . awvte : your wild harp , from its slumber j Thei SQnjj _& even echo forgot on her mountains , ' And mingled once more with the voico of those foun tains ,
?¦Thorois A Well-Authenticated Anecdote ...
_?¦ Thorois a well-authenticated anecdote of Cromwell ' . _Onacertain occasion ; . when his troops were aboutcrosslng a-river to attack the enemy , he concluded an address , couched in the usual fanatic terms in uso among them , with these words- "put jour trust in God : but mind to keep your powder dry . " \ " Stag , " aa _iufoi _* K _« i _> ,
?¦Thorois A Well-Authenticated Anecdote ...
Awd ' _gkfcn'd each grej legend that darkly was sleeping _Whwa the mist and the rain where tlieir beauty or creep ; ' ing : Lea » t bard ofthe hills ! were it mine to inherit The fk . e of thy harp , and wing :. oI thy spirit ; With tbe wrongs . which , like thee , to our country haa bound me , Did your nmntle ef song fling its radiance _abound me . _Stillj still , on those wilds might young Liberty rally , And send her strong shouts over mountain aud valley ; The star of the west mi ght yet rise in its glory , -And the land that was darkest be brightest in . story . I , too , shall beg < . iji ! -, _ Mt my mime shall be spoken When Erin awakes , and her fetters are broken ; Some minstrel shall conic , iu the sununer-eve ' s gleaming , When freedom ' s young light ou his Bpirit ia beaming , And bend o ' er my grave with a tear of . emotion ; Where calm Avon . fJuce seeks the kisses of ocean , Or plant a wild wreath , from the banks of that river , O ' er the heart , and the harp / that are sleeping for ever .
. It is our opinion that the following ballad is the most truly beautiful in-the book ; the man who can read it _ivith . an . unmoistened eye is not tobe envied : — ' LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT , BIT THE HON . MBS . PRICE BLACKWOOD . I ' m _sittin ' on the stile , Mary , Where wo sat side by side On the bright May . mornin'long ago , When first y « ii were my bride : The corn was springin' fresh and green , And the lark sang loud and high—And thc red was ou your lip , Mary , A » d the love-light in your eye ,
The place is little changed , Mary , The day is bright as then , The lark ' s luud suug _isdn my ear _. And the corn is green again ; But 1 miss the sole clasp of your hand , And your breath , warm on my cheek , And I still keep _list ' nin' lor the words , You never more will speak , 'Tis but a step down yonder lane , And the little church stands near , The church wii . _re we were wed , Mary , I see the spire from here _. But the grave-yard lies between , Mary , And my step might break your rest—For I've laid you , darling 2 down te sleep With your baby on your breast . I ' m very lonely now , Mary ,
1 or the puur make no new friends , ' But , ohl they love the better still , The few our Father sends ! Aud you were all I had , - Mlll'r . My _blussin * and my pride ; There ' s _iiothin' leit to care fur now , Since inypoor Mary died . Your _' s was the good , brave heart , Mary , That still kepc hoping on , When tne trust in God had left my soul , And my arm ' s young strength was gone ; There was comtort ever on _jiour lip , And . the kind look ono our brow—I bless you , Alary , for that same , Though you cannot hesr mc now . I thank you for the patient smile
When your heart ivas-fit to break , When the hunger-pain was gna win'there , And you hid it , ior my sake I I bless you for . the pleasant word , When your heart was sad ami sore—Oh 2 I ' m thankiul you are gone , Mary , Where grief can ' t reach you more ; I ' m biddin ' you a long . farewcll , My Mary—kind und true ! But I'll not forget you , darling : In the land I'm goin' to ; Theysay there ' s 'bread ' and work for all , And the sun shines always there—But I'll not forget old Ireland , Were it fifty times as fair !
And often in those grand old woods I'll sit , and shut my eyes , And my heart will travel back again To the place where Mary lies : And 1 'Jl think I see the little stile Where we sat side by side : And the springin' corn , and the bright May morn , When first you were my bride . We fully agree with Mr . _Dvvi'x , that " some of Griffin's simple ballads are gushes oi feeling that smite the heart like the cry of a woman . Such is his . " Gille Aiuchree , " a strain of the noblest sentiment in the simplest language : —
GILLS MACHREE . BY GEKALD- _OttlFI . IN . Author of - •* The Collegians , " & c . [ Gerald Griflin stands in the first rank of Irish novelists . If the natural bunt of his genius had not been crossed by weak counsel and baffled hopes , he might have become our greatest native poet . Pooiry was his first inspiration , nnd he loved it to the' last ; but it was a passion only ,. it never became an art to him . While he was still a boy drifting in his boat on the Shannon , and planning a career of great achievements , he had alread y designed a series of tragedies ,, to which it is now certain his powers-wore fully adequate .. But a life of feverish anxieties , of slavish drudgery for London booksellers and London newspapers _,, ofi killing uncertainty and disappointments , aggravated by his own anxious and sensitive nature , left hira no i
leisure for the development of his great designs . After toiling for ten years he retreated from the world ,, took refuge inthe societyof Christian Brothers ,, and devoted himself to works of morality and education , till _a-fever fell upon him in 1810 , of which he died in the prime of his powers . Since his death one of the tragedies-designed in . his boyhood , and completed among tho-tumult of . _hisdistracting engagements , was produced on-the London _, stage , and pronounced to be " the greatest drama of our . times . " His poeni 3 have been since collected in a . volumo ,. and attained to ir . stant popularity . These were but fragments of his projected works . But they afford sure indications that if it had been his fate to lire at homo ,. in . peace , honour , and enjoyment , his attainment to _> the first place among our dramatic poets , was easy . and . certain . ] Gille 'niachree , *
Sit down by me , We now ave joined and ne ' er sjiall sevev This hearth's our own Our hearts are one And peace is ours for ever ! When I wasp . oor , Your father ' s door Was closed against your constant lover With care and pain , I _tried in vain My fortunes to recover . I said , " To other lauds I'll roam , Where Fate may smile on me , love ; " Isaid _, " farewell , my . own old home ' . " And I said , " 1 ' aiewell to thee , love I" - Sing Gille machree , tie .
I might have said ; My mountain maid , Come live with me , your own true lover I know a spot , A silent cot , Your friends can nu ' er discover , Where gently lions tiie wavelesg tide By one small garden only ; Where the heron waves liis wings so wide , And the linnet sings so lonely ! Sing Gille inachree , Jte .
I might have said , My mountain maid , A father's right was never given True hearts to curse With tyrant force That have been blest in heaven . But then , I said , " In after years , When thoughts of home shall find her ! My love may mourn with secret tears Her friends , thus left behind her . " Sing Gillo machree , & e .
Oh , no , I said , My . own dear maid , - Eor me , though all forlorn , for ever , That heart of thine Shall ne ' er repine O ' er slighted duty—never . From home aud thou though wandering _ftu A dreary fiite be mine , love ; I'd rather live in endless war , Than buymy peaco _^ vi th thine ; love . Sing _GiHc macfiree . < tc .
I ' av , far away , By night and day , I toiled to win a golden tieasure ; And golden gains Itepaid my pains-In fair and shining measure . I sought again my native land _. Thy father welcomed me , love ; 1 poured my gold into bis hand , And my guerdon found in thee , love ; Sing Gille machree _^ Sit down by . me , .-We now are joined , and ne ' er shall sever ; This hearth ' s our _^ own , . Our hearts are one , And peace is ours for ever .
Iii conclusion we should-state that this volume of " Ballad Poetry" is one of a series of _monthlpolumes now issuing under the title of '" Duffy ' s Library , of Ireland . " Tho volumes ave published monthly , and sold for a shilling . This volume is the only one of the scries we have seen . It is beautifully printed , and deserves , what it will doubtless have , a very . extensive circulation . Protesting against Mr . Bum ' s " nationality " -mania , we nevertheless warmly recommend this work to our readers . _Proporly Gile mo _midhe , i . e , " whiteness of mv heart *
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A Scenb !—A young man , visiting ; Nottingham for the pleasures of the late fair , having a taste for theatricals _,, saw a board outside , one of the strolling theatres . During : the day , he applied , to . _thenianager to give him permission to take a part in the piece , assuring him that ho was auite competent ., Permission was granted accordingly , and when the-time came for his appearance , he strutted forth and commenced , " I amthe King of Bohemia ! " " You ' re _i * ; you ' re — -, the barber ' s son , of Radford , " shouted ono of the audience ( who proved to be an old acquaintance of his . Majesty ) , and , amidst roars of laughter , the Bohemian monarch made Ms exit ; uttering threats of vengeance .
__ A Nick Point . —The Bishop of Exeter has givefl it-as liis opinion that a . _clcrgvman speculating ia railways comes under the statute against "dealing for gain or profit . " As the statute only says dealing —and railway speculation involves rather _shuffling than dealing—some ( if the reverend Stags maintain that they do not violate the Act of Parliament . — Punch : _JONATHAJT _OUTKIVALLBD . —Isi . E OP WlOnT . — _-Thff inhabitants of the eastern part of our island have long been celebrated for their sagacity , and tho natives of Saint Helen ' s have recently discovered a successful method of catching vabbits in the night , which certainly by no means diminishes their previously _acquired celebrity . It appears that having secured a number ofthe crustacean species , which are Vulgarly denominated in the island " King CrabB , ' * they affix about an inch of ; candle to-their'backs .
and send them crawling into the rabbits' burrows ; tue __ animals being alarmed . at the appearance ot " their enlightened visitors , make a speedy exit , and are immediately captured by tho invaders , 'the plan is far preferable to the old method which is practiced on the southern coast . The Nitton centlemen scatter a quantity of snuff at the mouth of their holes ,, covering it-with green parsley , of . which the game is remarkably fond . On partaking of the delicious herbage , they are seized with such a fit oi sneezing that they invariably beat their brains out against the rocks , but are i > y these violent means rendered unfit for market Hampshire Independent . Rather Difficult . —A member of the Vermont Legislature rising to reply to a very frothy and ignorant orator on the other side , said—" Mr . Speaker , I can ' t reply to that ' ere speech , for it always wrenches me terribly to kick at nothing . "
_AiSiiocking Sai « t . '—St . Goderic , according to the _Romish Calendar , was a severe anchorite recluse : he wore an iron shirt next his skin , and wore out three by constant use . Ho _minted ashes with his flour , and kept it for months before he ate it .
MOB MELODIES . ( From ihe Tyne Mercury . ) " For the patience with which they endured their sufferings , the people deserved all praise and admiration . " —Sir Robert Peel ' s Speech , 1843 . "If-any man should take viands to satisf y his present Ju « per , this is no felony or larceny . "—Lord Bacon ' s Law Tracts . Tune— " Miss Bailey ' s Ghost . " In days of old , as we are told , us long as they were ahle , The man was deck'd in most respect who lived most comfortable . But now , alas ! it comes to pass they ' ve ta ' en to praise starvation , Aud those who die most quietly get " praise nnd admiration . " "Praiseand admiration ! _Traise and admiration ;" Yea those who din most quietly , get "Praise nnd admiration !"
Tis sure amiss when stuff like this for doctrine sage IS taken , Be it our plan to praise the man , so well ' yclept Lord Bacon ! He knew his trade ; and . thus he said , as plain as words could make it , '' If Beef enow don ' t come to you , then go to it—and take it !" Go to it—and take it , goto it—and take it . " " If Ueef enow don't come ts > > _-ovi , _* ' en go to it—and take it !"
To make good laws -deserves applause ; and" of ' all things in nature We may well rest the very beBt is a wise legislator- ! But all tlieir Acts must look to Facts , if they have any good in ; And lawyers still , for "Preamble , " must give us Beef and Pudding , Must give us Beef and Pudding—give us-. Beef-and Pudding—The lawyers still , for "Preamble , " must give us-Beef and Pudding . A . _Bsitwi ' s inaw won't live oa law , or no such _wirady ration ; We don ' t get ou—not e ' en with constitutional stnrvatiou ! And comfort small we see ats ull in such unholy Lent ,
sirs , The'folks observe that we so starve by "Act of Parliament , ' Sirs , "Act of Parliament , '" Hiss ! "Actof Parliament " sirs ! Tho'" folks observe , tbat wo so- starve , by " Act of Parliament , " Sirs . l ? or statutes sage ifyou'Vearage , turn over without murmur , Until you fall on bluff King Hal , " the Protestant Reformer ;" "Uo fasts for me , " exclaimed he , determined , still to , cut
Oil ; By day or night my men- shall fight on " Beef , Pork , Veal , and Mutton . ' . '" "Beef , Pork , Veal , and . "Mutton ! " "Beef , Pork , Veal , and Mutton !" _Syday or night , my men shall fight on "Beef , Pork , Veal , aud Mutton . ! " " Then let ' s cry " Tuts ! . "' when grumbling guts for benefits are tuken , And make it our plan to praise the man , so well ' yclept Lord Bacon , He knew the law ; and hese s his saw , as plain as words can make it" If beef enow don ' t come to you , e ' en go to it , and— take it !" " Go to it , audr-tato it ! go to it , and—take it !" " If beef enow don't come to you , e'eu go to it , and—take it !"
Calf Skim . —A young fop , who had just begun to shave for a beard , stepped into a barber ' s shop , and , after a grand swagger , desired to be shaved . Tho barber went through the usual movement , and the young sprig jumped up with a flourish , exclaiming , " Maw foine fellow , what's your charge ? " " Oh , no charge , " was the reply . " No charge ! how ' s that ?" " Why , we are _-always thankful _whenwccaiv get soft calfskin to whet our razors on . " " Odds and Even . "—A sailor having purchased some medicine of a doctor , demanded the price . "Why , " said the doctor . '' I cannot charge you less than seven and sixpence . " "Well , I'll tell you what , " replied the sailor , "take off the odds , and I'll pay you the even . " "Well , " returned the doctor ,
" wewont quarrel about trifles . " The sailor laid down sixpence , and was walking off . when the doctor reminded him of his mistake . " No mistake at all , sir ; six is even and seven is odd all the world over ; so I wish you a good day . " " Get you gone , " said the doctor , " I ' ve made fourpence out of you yet . " A Yaskek Dun . — A gentleman from New York who had . been in Boston _fintho purpose of collectinj , some money due to him in that city , was about returning , when he found that one bill < of one hundred dollars had been overlooked . His landlord , _vvha knew the debtor , thought it a "doubtful case ; " but added , that if it was collectable at all , a tall , rawboned Yankee , then dunning a lodger in another part ofthe house , would " annoy it out of the man . " Calling him up , therefore , he introduced him to tha creditor , who showed him the account . "Wal , ' square , 'taint much use tryin' I guess . I know that
critter . You might as well try to squeeze ile out ot Bunker-hill monument as to c'lect a debt o' him . But anyhow , what do _j _* ou give me s _' posin _lcfotryf " "Well , sir . the bill is one hundred dollars . _I'llgiva you—yes . I'll give you half , if you can collect it . " "Greed ! " replied the collector * there ' s no harm in tryin ' , any way . " Some weeks after the creditor chanced to be in Boston ; and . in walking up _Tremont-street , happened to encounter his enterprising friend . " Look _' e here ! " said tho Yankee , "Iliad considerable luck with that bill of your ' n . You see I stuck to him like a dog to a root ; but for tlie first week or so 'twant no use—not a bit ! If he wasn't at home , he was short ; and if he was at heme , 1 could get no satisfaction . By-and-bye , says I , after going sixteen times , I'll fix you ; so I set down on tha door-step , and sot all day . and part ofthe CYenin ' , and began airly next day ; but about ten o ' clock he gin in . lie paid me my half / and I gin him up . the note ' . "
. Irish Evidence . — ' Pray , my good man-, '' said a judge to an Irishman , who was a witness on a trial , " what _did-pass betweeni ; you and- the . prisoner ?' ¦ ' " 0 , then , _plase your-lordship , " says-Pat , " sure I s _»» Phelira a top . of the wall . * Faddy , Vsays he ; ' What V says I ; Here , ' says he ; 'Where ?' says I ; Whist ' . ' _says-he ; . « Hush ! ' says I ; and that ' s all , plase yer lordship . " Monstrous . — The John o ' Groat Journal has an account of a large take of whales amounting to 1540 , by the Zetlanders . The- paper , however , fails to say whether any " gnashing of teeth" accompanied so nluch" wailing . "— Joe MUer .
Tiie"Political Tom Thumb . —The greatest little man in Europe has arrived in England in the shape of Monsieur Thiers , ex-Fremicr ot Franco , rank republican , and editor of theNationnel ; This visit of M . Thiers we regard as a crying evil . Of course , he will be lionised through our _dookyards , have honours paid him at Drayton , and—be received b y John Bull in , any . shape but that of his real one , namely , the bitterest political _cnemv we possess ontlic continent . Realty , these repeated French visits assume an air of suspicion more ' serious than pleasant . The fact of our coast being so havo is unbearable , and Joe HiUer warns Sir R . Peel that precaution comes too lata I whp _. n _""" hp mischief w _accomplished . —Md .
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Northern Star (1837-1852), Oct. 25, 1845, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/ns3_25101845/page/3/
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