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PABX D . <• ¦ A feast of nectarM sweets , TFhere no crude surfeit reigns I " . . rule ^ th ^ ^ ia * whenever an opportunity Jr r Lii-insr known io our readers anv new prooffers Oi ^ r = ci , adreii of genius , we embrace that ducfa ° ,, itv toimpart thatlmowledge ; and whenever opportuui - ^ gjjtiously award praise to an author , we we "„ ^ v our unpurchased homage . It is not » -hit public journalists lend the sanction of 5 u ^\« neis to publications of which they have not ^^ T Pj ^ topy for review ; and from what we know ^ tx . nres « we strongly suspectthat too often a book
• ratlier indeed by tne advertisements which precede fraceomp ^ T ** t * ? ^ ownmerits . This is cer-S jjjvii otfliecasewithtiieiVortScm . Sfa } - ; andthough « e 7 bonld decline to give our unqualified approval to a bool ; , portionsof which only we had seen , stal , when the comments of our contemporaries , and the extracts ? liev may favour the public with , warrant us in drawing certain conclusions as to the probable m erit ? «* " » book , we shall not hesitate to make that beck known to our readers , leaving it to them to take other means of ascertaining fiilly the worth of the work , and decide for themselves on its merits .
The Hon . Sirs . Nortox , by some deemed ( according to the Atfienaum ) the Btrox of British poetesses , has just given to the world a poem entitled " Ute Child of the Hands . " In relation to this poem we are exactly in the position above supposed . We have not seen it fully and completely . Our knowledge of its contents is confined to the extracts which have appeared in the Literary Gazette and Atftenamm . We therefore neeessarily feel ourselves " cribb'd , cabin'd , and confined" in forming an opinion as to its merits . But the extracts we have seen have filled us with a warm admiration for the authoress—admiration for her poetical genius and womanly sensibilities . The " Child" of the poem is the Prince of Wales ; but we have good reason for believing that no fulsome flattery , no courtly drivelling , such as might be expected from the selection of such a subject , is to be found degrading the poem of Mrs . Nortox . The
poetess says of her own work , that " The Child of the Islands was chosen , not as the theme of a birthday ode , or address of congratulation , but as the most complete existing type of a peculiar class—a class born into a world of very various destinies , with ah the certainty human prospects can give of enjoying the blesslnss of this life without incurring any of its privations . " I desired to contrast that brightness with the shadow that lies beyond and around . " This shadow is filled up with portraits taken from the labouring classes of society ; the weaver toiling at his loom , the ill-paid sempstress , the trapper in the mines , the mariner , the laborious rustic , the toilworn soldier , and other peculiar conditions of laborious life . For the reasons already stated , not being in a position ourselves to criticise the poem , we here give tLe critique of the Times , the tone of which is too significant , not to suggest to the minds of our readers most serious reflections .
Tfnder corcr of addressing tha young Prince of "Wales , Mrs . yorton has mitten a Tery beautiful poem upon the great domestic question of the day—the condition of the people . Sow the subject lias pressed itself upon general attention . It occr-sliadovrs everything , and disturbs men ! mintit tcith deep amutyfor the final issue . And well it may , Heaven knows ! Strange , that among a people , beyond all doubt the wealthiest and the most powerful on the face of the cartli , and considered by themselves the most civilised , there should be found , not individuals , but whole classes , oppressed by the utmost misery , and steeped in brutish ignorance . We repeat it , for it cannot be repeated iw > often , &ts is a marvelfous and a terrible fact Things may be mending , but the progress is slow ; and the degrading question is perpetually recurring—Jiow were
they ever permitted to arrite at such a state in a country possessi ng so many boastedadvantages ? To Mrs . Norton , however , the condition of the poor of England is no new theme . She virtuously and courageously attempted to grapple with the numerous difficulties which surround the subject years ago , and before the tide had turned in itsiavour-- To tiiic we ourselves are able to bear our willing testimony . Her letters , which appeared in this journal in 1841 , were only among a series of efforts upon her part in behalf of the wretched and oppressed . The bruised and tender portions of society ever commanded her delicate and able advocacy . It is but justice thus to speak , and to assign to the fair authoress that soar * of merit which she would be the last to claim for herself .
The present poem is divided into four parts—Spring , Summer , Autumn , and 'Winter , with an opening and a conclusion . Xo connected story binds them together , but a succession of remarkably pleasing- pictures from Ifature are presented to the mind . These are frequently made the-means of conveying-, or are intermixed with , the moral lessons intended to be inculcated—free and openbanded charity towards the poor , the most active sympathy for their privations and distresses , a move intimate union between all classes of society , and the most impartial justice to the low as well as to the high . These subjects are dilated upon in verses of great " ueauty and smoothness , though perhaps strength Is sometimes sacrificed to polish—and are freed from all repuMveness or harsliutss by the force of a most sweet imagination .
In conclusion , this publication will increase Mrs . Norton's already , established reputation , and conveys many high anil useful lessons to the minds of its readers in a very charming manner . This is hig h praise , but ,. so far as we have means of judg ing , is not more so than justice will approve . We sr » e the following extracts from the literary ¦ G e : ett ; . A fct-cle girl sits working all alone ! A ruined farmer ' s orphan , pale and weak ; Hertiri y home to wealthier strangers gone ; If o Tnral beaury lingers on her cheek ; Her toe-worn looks a ireful heart bespeak ; Tlioagli hi her anil anfl rarely lifted eye flVLose glances nothing hope , and nothing seek ) , Those who have time for pity might descry A thousand shattered gleams of merriment gone by !
Her window-sill somesicldy plants adorn , ( Poor liuks to memories sweet of nature ' s green !) There to the city ' s smoke-polluted morn The primrose lifts its leaves , with buds between , 'Minishcd and faint , as though their life had been Kipped by long pining and obscure regret ; Torn from Hie fanny bank -where erst were seen lovely and meek companions , thickly set—The cowslip , rich in scent , and bumble violet ! Too fanciful ! the plant but pines like her Tor purer air , for sunbeams warm and kind ; Th' enlivening joy of nature ' s busy stir , Thermal freedom , long since left behind ! Tor the fresh woodlands—for the summer wind—The open fields with perfumed clover spread—The hazel-copse , whose branches intertwined Hade natural bowers and arches overhead , "Pith many a narrow path , where only two could tread .
Aever , O ! nevermore , shall these afford Her stifled heart their innocent delight ! Never , 0 ! never more , the rich accord Of feathered songsters make her morning bright ! Earning ; scant bread , that finds no appetite , The sapless life she tolls for lingers ou ; And when at length it sinks in dreary night , A shallow , careless grave is dug , where none Come round to bless her rest , whose ceaseless tasks are done ! This , to our taste , is sweetly touching and unexagge rated : but a more piteous portrait follows : —
Therethe man hides , whose better days are dropped Sound his starvation , like a veil of shame ; * Wlio , till the fluttering pulse of life hath stopped , Suffers in silence , and conceals his name;—There the lost victim , ou whose tarnished fame A double taint of death and sin must rest , Breams of her village-home and parents' blame , And in her sleep , by pain and cold opprest , Draws close her tattered shawl athwart her shivering breast . Her history is written in her face : The bloom hath left her cheek , but not from age ; Touth , without innocence , or love , or grace , Blotted with tears , still lingers on that page ! Smooth brow , soft hair , dark eyelash , seem to wage With furrowed lines a contradiction strong ; Till the wild witchcraft stories , which engage Our childish thoughts , of magic change and wrong , Seem realised in her—so old , and yet so young !
And aanya wretch forlorn , and huddled group Of strangers met in brotherhood of woe ; Heads that beneath their burden weakly stoop—Youth ' s tangled curls , and age ' s locks of snow—Uest on those wooden pillows , till the glow Of morning o ' er the brightening earth shall pass , And these depart , none asldng where they go ; lost in the world ' s confused and gathering mass—TOule a new slide SIls up life ' s magic-lantern glass . A more comprehensive glance draws an aflmipable and affecting moral from the well-trodden ground of Hyde Park— " 3 iy laay enjoying her luxurious drive in that feshionaole resort : —
Yet even niihherwe well might fl MJKuise ; Ofo place too gay , if so the heart incline ]) For dark the seal of death and judgment lies Upon thy rippling waters—Serpentine » Bay after day , drawn up in linkeu line , Tour lounging beauties smile on idle men , Tf here suicides have braved the will divine , hatched the calm flood that lay beneath their ken , Sashed into seemingpeace , and never rose again . There , on the pathway where the well-groomed steed Hestlessljpaws the earth , alarmed and shy ; ^ Tiile his enamoured rider nought can heed Save the soft glance of some love-lighted eye ; Hire they dragged out the wretch who came to die ! There -was he laid—sGB , stark , and motionless , And searched for written signs to notify TPiatpang had driven him to such sore excess , Abo" who should weep his loss , and pity lis distress !
Cross from that death-pond to the farther side , ^ bere fewer loiterers wander to ana fro , There , —buried under London ' s modern pride , And ranges of white buildings . —long ago
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- Stood Tyburn Gate and gallons ! Scenes of w ^ j } Bitter , heart-rendiug , have been acted here ; While , as he swung in stifling horrid throe , Hoarse echoes smote the d ying felon's ear , Of yells from fellow-men , triumphant in his faar ! * * * * # Betwixt the deathly stream and Tyburn Gate Stand withered trees , whose sapless boughs have seen Beauties whose memory now is out of . date , And lovers on whose graves the moss is green ! "While Spring , for ever fresh , with smile serene , Woke up grey Time , and drest his scythe with flowers , And flashed sweet light the tender leaves between , And bid the wild-bird carol in the bowers , Year after year the same , with glad returning hours .
0 , those old trees ! what see they when the beam Falls ou blue waters from the bluer sV y ? When young Hope whispers low , wit' smiles that seem Too joyoas to be answered with a sigh ? The scene is then of prosperous gaiety ; Thick-swarming crowds on summer pleasure bent , And equipages formed for luxury ; While rosy children , young and innocent , Dance in the onward path , and frolic with content . But when the scattered leaves on those wan boughs Quiver beneath the night wind ' s rustling breath ; When jocund merriment , and whispered vows , And children ' s shouts , are hushed ; and still as death
Lies all in heaven above and earth beneath ; When clear and distant shine the stedfast stars O ' er lake and river , mountain , brake , and heath , — And smile , unconscious of the woe that mars The beauty of earth ' s face , deformed by misery ' s scars "What see the old trees then ! Gaunt , pallid forms Come , creeping sadly to their hollow hearts , Seeking frail shelter from the winds and storms , In broken rest , disturbed by fitful starts I There , when the chill rain falls , or lightning darts , Or balmy summer nights are stealing on , Houseless they slumber , close to wealthy marts And gilded homes : —there , where the morning sun That tide of wasteful joy and splendour looked upon !"
For further extracts it is impossible for us now to afford room ; but we hope to make further acquaintance with Mrs . Norton ' s poem . Ih the meantime we hope that many , very many , of our readers may be enabled to make that acquaintance for themselves . From several beautiful efnisions of the blind poetess , Pbaxces Bnow > - we select the following : —
WE ABE GROWING OLD . We are growing old—how the thought will rise When a glance is backward cast On some long-remembered spot that lies In the silence of the past : Itmay be the shrine of our early vows , Or the tomb of early tears : But it seems like a far-off isle to us , In the stormy sea of years . 0 , wide and wild are the waves that part Our steps from its greenness now , And we miss the joy of many a heart , And the light of many a brow ; Tor deep o ' er many a stately bark Have the ' whelming billows rolled , That steered with us from that early mark—0 ! friends , we are growing old .
Old in the dimness and the dust Of our daily toils and cares , Old in the wrecks of love and trust Which our burdened memory bears . Each form may wear to the passing gaze The bloom of life ' s freshness yet , And beams may brighten our latter days , Which the morning never met . But , oh ! the changes we have seen , In the far and winding way ; The graves in our path that have grown green , And the locks that have grown gray ! The winters still on our own may spare The sable or the gold ; But we saw their snows upon brighter hair—And , friends , we are growing old . We have gained the world ' s cold wisdom now , We have learned to pause and fear :
But where are the living founts whose flow Was a joy of heart to hear ! We have won the wealth of many a clime , And the lore of many a page ; But where is the hope that saw in time But its boundless heritage ? Will it come again when the violet wakes , And the woods their youth renew ? We have stood in the l % ht of sunny brakes . Where the bloom was deep and blue ; And our souls might joy in the spring-time then , But the joy was feint and cold , Tor it ne'er could give us the youth again Of hearts that are growing old . Lithe Aihmasum of February 1 st , appeared some complimentary lines to Frances Brown , from which we give the following extracts—all we can find room for : —
0 ! exile on a sunless shore ! where has thy spirit been To learn the beauties of a world which thou hast never seen ? Howpaintest thou the georgeous hues that ne ' er have , bless'd thy sight , Oj daughter of the gifted heart ! but daughter of the night ? In vain for tliee Spring ' s first pale flower breaks trom its icy tomb , — In vain for thee the Summer rose puts forth its richest bloom , — in vain the tints of Autumn fall Oil blossom , leaf , and
tree , — In vain in vain these glorious things!—0 , all in vain for thee ; * . * * * , . Is it the sun ' s reviving rays that speak to thee of light % Is it the rose ' s fragrance that tells thee it is bright ? Is it the wood-dove ' s geutle voice , and its fond mate ' s replies , That give thee gleams of I > r ! glii--n 4 nge < l thlilg * , with loving human eyes ? 0 ! chained in dark captivity upon a sunless shore , Sweet child of genius , tell me , where hast thou learn'd thy lore ! Here is a gem from the pen of our favourite , the ever-enchanting Eliza Cook . : —
SUHSEB IS NIGH . The richest of perfumes and jewels arc mine , While the dog-roses blow and the dew-spangles shine ; And the softest of music is wakened for me , By the stream o ' er the pebble—the wind in the tree . Nature , kind Mother , my heart is content With the beauty and mirth thou hast lavishly sent : Sweet Summer is nigh , and my spirit leaps high , As the sun travels further along the blue sky . If I murmur , it is that my home is not made 'Mid the flowers and drops in the green coppice shade ; If I sigh , 'tis to think that my steps cannot stray With the breeze and the brook on theil * wandering way Nature , kind Mother , I long to behold All the glories thy blossom-ringed fingers unfold . None like thee can I meet , for all others will cheat , With a portion of bitter disguised in the sweet .
The earth , the wide earth , will be beautiful soon , With the cherry-bloom wreath and the nightingale ' s tune ; And the dreams without sleep with strange magic will come , While the wood-pigeons coo , ana the Leavr bees hum . 0 , Nature , kind Mother , 'tis only thy breast That can nurse my deep feeling and lull it to rest ; For my soul is too proud to be telling aloud TvTiat to thee it can utter all weeping and bowed ! I see the rife buds on the wide-spreading bough , Soon , soon they will shadow my thought-laden brow : I see the bright primroses burst where I stand , And I laugh like a child as they droop in my hand . Nature , kind Mother , thouhearest me breathe My devotion at altars where wild flowers wreathe ; None other e ' er knows how my warm bosom glows , As I watch the young daisy-fringe open and Close .
I see the blue violets peep from the bank ; I praise their Creator—I bless and I thank—¦ And the gossamer insect at play in the beam , Is an atom that bids me adore the Supreme . Nature , kind Mother , my heart is content With the beauty and mirth thou hast lavishly sent : Sweet Summer is nigh , and my spirit leaps high , As the sun travels further along the blue sky . c ' What has become of the Irish Girl ? " we think we hear some of our readers ask . That is a question we cannot answer , though she ha 3 our best wishes for her prosperity . That she does not now correspond with the Northern Star we dare say is the fault of others : her we blanie not . We shall always rememberwith satisfaction that our notice of her was not in vain .
In the Brighton Herald we have observed several brief but "touching , sweet , and unaffected" poems , bearing the signature of F . M . S . TVe presume the writer to belong to the fair sex , and we have much pleasure in introducing to our readers the following Un « 8 from her pen : —
woman ' s pbatee . " Let me be loved ! " 'tis her first prayer , Her breathings warm and mild , Ere woman ' s passions claim to share The feelings of the child ; The loving smile , the tears which rise Whene ' er by fondness moved , Trace her one hope in her bright eyes"let me be loved !" What seeks true woman ? riches , feme , The toys of pride and power ? Seeks she to raise her gentle name By bubbles of an hour ? 0 , no ! she sees them all pass by Still careless and unmoved . Her one , sole , deep anxiety Is—to be loved !
All strange and chequered is the way Spread out before her feet , And many a trial day by day , She feels that she must meet . But does the young heart ever shrink , Of wish each cloud removed ? Nay , she ' s content life ' s cup to driuK , So she i 3 loved !
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0 ! man , proud man , despise it not , That heart so kind and pure , Once gain it , and whate'er thy lot Her love is ever suve . She , timorous , in life ' s day of calm , Stands in the storm unmoved , 'Mid every grief , her heart ' s best balm Is—she is loved ! 0 ! the deep , ceaseless , sacred springs Of sweet affection ' s tide , Which render all life ' s meaner things Hallowed aud sanctified . Enshrined in woman ' s soul ye lie , From outward gaze removed , And bid her breathe that earnest sigh Let me be loved !
'Tis her one aim , her hope through life , The dream of every hour , In smiles or tears , in joy or strife , She knows no Other power . Nay , she can breathe that prayer to heav ' n , By conscience uureproved . Pray—that the boon to her be given To be beloved ! But 'tis time we changed the subject . Pathos and sentiment , however time , however beautifully expressed , will nevertheless tire . Laughter is good for man—and while wit abounds , despite the ills of life , men must and will enjoy the creamy richness of burlesque and fun . There has lately been published by Orr and Co ., London , a work entitled " The Book of Ballads , " edited by " Bon Gaultier . " The writings of this author our readers are already
acquainted with through the medium of Tait ' s Maga zine . We agree with the Gvtat Gun , that he is " one of the best parodists we ever had . He has infinite power of versification , and a vein of the richest humour . Fun , frolic , and satire , career most joyously and harmoniously through his easy strains . The "Book of Ballads" it seems—for we have not received " a copy—" consists altogether of sportive effusions , most of which are parodies upon certain poems , or upon the peculiar style of the popular poets and verse-spinners of the day—Wordsworth , LOCKHART , BciiWER , TeXSYSON , MlLXES , MaCAULKT , Smtthe , Mokigomert , and the rest . " There are English ballads , American ballads , Spanish ballads , and miscellaneous ballads . The specimen we give below , and for which we are indebted to the Great Gun , is one of the American .
THE AMERICANS APOSTROPHE TO "BOZ . " [ Rapidly as oblivion does its work now-a-days , the bui' 9 t of amiable indigr-ation with which enlightened America received the issue of Boz ' s "Notes" can scarcely yet be forgotten . Not content vrith waging a universal rivalry in the piracy of the work , Columbia showered upon its author the riches of its own choice vocabulary of abuse ; while some of her more fiery spirits threw out playful hints as to the propriety of gouging the " stranger , " and furnishing him with a lasting suit of tar and feathers , in the event of Iris paying them-a second visit , The perusal of these delightful expressions of free opinion suggested the following lines , which those who remember Boz ' s book , and the festivities rath which he was all but hunted to death , will at once understand . We hope we have done
justice to the bitterness and " immortal hate" of these thin-skinned sons of freedom , ] Sneak across the wide Atlantis , worthless London s puling child , Better that its waves should bear thee than the land thou hast reviled ; Better in the stifling cabin , on the sofa should ' st thou He , Sickening as the foetid niggar bears the greens and bacon by . Better , when the midnight horrors haunt the strained and creaking ship , Thou should ' st yell in vain for brandy with a fever-sodden lip ; When , amid the deepening darkness and the lamp ' s ex
piring shade , From the bagman ' s berth above thee comes the bountiful cascade . Better than upon the Broadway thou should ' st be at noonday seen , Smirking like a Tracy Tupraau with a Mantalini mien , With a rivulet of satin falling o ' er thy puny chest , Worse than even N . P . Willis for an evening pavty dressed . \ fe received thee warmly—kindly—though we knew thou ivert a , quiz , > Partly for thyself it may be , chiefly for the sake of Phiz !
Much we bore and much we suffered , listening to remorseless spells Of that Smike ' s unceasing drivellings , and these everlasting Nells . When you talked of babes and sunshine , fields and all that sort of thing , Each Columbian inly chuckled as he slowly sucked his sling ; And , though all our sleeves were bursting , from the many hundreds nc&iv , Not one single scornful titter rose on thy complacent ear . Then to show thee to the ladies , with our usual want of
sense We engaged the place in Park-street at a ruinous expense ; Ev ' n our own three-volumed Cooper waived his old prescriptive right , And deluded Dickens figured fii'st on that eventful night . Clusters of uncoated Yorkers , vainly striving to be cool , Saw thee desperately plunging through the perils of La Voulo : And their muttered exclamation drowned the tenor of the tune , —• " Don't he beat all natur hollow 1 Don't he foot it like a ' coon V
Did we spare our brandy-cocktails , stint thee of our whiskey grogs ? Half the juleps that we gave thee would have floored a Newman Noggs ; . And thou took ' st them in so kindly , little was there then to blame , To thy parched and panting palate , sweet as mother ' s milk they came . Did the hams of old Virginny find no favour in thine eyes ? Came no soft compunction o ' or thee . at the thought of pumpkin pies ! ¦ Could not all our cave and coddling teach thee how to
draw it mild ? But , no matter , we deserve it—serves us right ! We spoilt the child ! You , forsooth , must come crusading , boring us with broadest hints Of your own peculiar losses by American reprints . Such an impudent remonstrance never in our face was flung ; Lever stands it , so does Ainsworth ; ywt I guess , may hold your tongue . Down our throats you'd cram your projects , thick and hard as pickled salmon ; That I s ' pose you call free-trading—I pronounce it utter
gammon . No , my lad , a cuter vision thau your own might soon have seen . That a true Columbian ogle carries little that is green . Quite enough we pay , I reckon , when we stump a cent or two For the voyages and the travels of a fresh man such as you , I have been at Niagara , I have stood beneath the Falls , I have marked the water twisting over its rampagious wans ; But a " holy calm sensation , " one , in fact , of " perfect peace , " Was as much my first idea as the thought of Christmas geese . As for " old familiar faces , " looking through the misty air , Surely you were strongly liquored when you saw your Chuekster there . One familiar face , however , you will very likely see .
If you'll only treat the natives to a call in Tennessee , Of a certain individual , true Columbian every inch . In a high judicial station , called by ' mancipators Lynch , Half-an-hour of conversation with his worship in a wood Would , I strongly notion , do you an infernal deal of good . Then you'd understand more clearly than you ever did before Why an independent Patriot freely spits upon the floor , Why he gouges when he pleases , why ho whittles at the chairs , Why for swift and deadly combat still the bowie-knife he bears : — Why he sneers at the Old Country with republican disdain , And uuheedful of the negro ' s cry still tighter draws his chain . All these tilings the judge shall teach thee of the land thou hast reviled ; Get thee o ' er the wide Atlantic , worthless London ' s puling
child ! Let us , however , do justice to America . Amongst her poets , she possesses some whose glorious strains in the vindication of the equal l'i * hts of all must command the admiration ot the friends of liberty throughout the world . Messrs . Clarke and U ° ., ot London , have lately published an edition of the " Ballads and other Poems" of John Gbeenliat Whitiier , one of the anti-slavery poets , and one of the earliest American advocates of " immediate emancipation . " In 1844 , one John L . Brown , of South Carolina , was sentenced to be hung for the crime of assisting a female slave to escape from bondage . " In the midst of the excitement consequent on this sentence , the clergy of " all denominations" in Cincinnati , Charleston , and other places , came forward unblushingly to vindicate slavery . The poet ' s indignation at such conduct is expressed in the following poem : —
STANZAS FOE TH 1 TIMES . Ho ! thou who seekest late and long A license from the Holy Book For brutal lust and Hell ' s red wrong , Man of the Pulpit , look!—Lift up those cold and atheist eyes , This ripe fruit of thy teaching see ; And tell us how to Heaven will rise The incense of this sacrifice—This blossom of the Gallows Tree ! earch out for Slavery ' * hour of need Some fitting text of Sacred Writ ; iveHeaven the credit of a deed Which shames the nether pit , '
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Kneel , smooth blasphemer , unto Him , Whose truth is on thy lips a lie , Ask that His bright-winged cherubun May bend around that scaffold grim To guard and bless and sanctify !—Ho ! champion of the people's cause—Suspend thy loud and vain rebuke Of forei gn wrong and Old World laws , Man of the Senate , look ! Was this the promise of the free , The great hope of our early time , — That Slavery's poison vine should be Upborne by Freedom ' s prayer-nuraed tree , O ' erclustered with siicfi fruits of crime ' Send out the summons East and West , And South and North , let all be there , Where he who pitied the oppressed Swings out in sun and air . Let not a democratic hand
The grisly hangman ' s task refuse , There lot each loyal patriot stand , Awaiting Slavery ' s command To twist the rope and draw the noose ! But vain is irony—unmeet Its cold rebuke for deeds which start In fiery and indignant beat The pulses of the heart . # # # # By Liberty's dishonoured name , By man ' s lost hope and failing trust , By words and deeds which bow with shame Our foreheads to the dust , By the exulting tyrant ' s sneer Borne to us from the Old World ' s thrones , And , by whose victims' grief who hear In sunless mines and dungeons drear How Freedom's land her faith disowns !— .
Speak out in acts : the time for words Has passed , and deeds alone suffice ; In the loud clang of meeting swords The softer music dies ! Act—act in God ' s name , while ye may , Smite from the Church her leprous limb Throw open to the light of day The bondman ' s cell , and break away The chains the State has bound on him . Ho !—every truo and living soul , To Freedom ' s perilled altai bear The Freeman ' s and the Christian ' s whole ' Tongue , pen , and vote , and prayer ! One last great battle for the Eight—— , One short sharp struggle to be free !—To do . is to succeed—our fight Is waged in Heaven ' s approving sight—The smile of God is Victory !
For the reason given below , we cannot , as we had intended , give our promised review of Freiligrath ' s poetry . We promise our readers , however , that it shall not be lost sight of . In a future number our promise shall be fulfilled . In tho meantime we give the following translation from the German of G . Hbrvegii : —
SONG OP UBEBTr . Hast thou not heard that noble sound Rang out—before the Rhine Had leap'd to life with one wild bound ? Say ! Is it not divine ? Let those who dare uplift the lance Against a people free , At our immortal banner glance'Tis Liberty ! Remember all the noble vows You ' ve sworn to Fatherland ! The tree to ev ' ry wind that bows
Can never hope to stand—In pleasure brightest swords will rust—Remember ! to be free All rally round our homes we must , For Liberty ! Say not " the dawning comes not yet—The night of woe still lowers !" The nightingale each fond regret Deep in the darkness peurs—The night of sorrow is the time , Masters of Song ! for ye ! To raise your heav ' n-taught hymns sublime
. On Liberty ! Brave leaders of the gallant host , Uplift tne shield once more !—Young eaglets , rise ! our nation ' s boast . ' And chase from shore to shore The swarming crew of ravens dun , With wing of ebony—Who seek to hide the glorious sun Of Liberty ! We must not close our "Feast" without giving something from the immortal stores of liberty's glorious bard—Berakger . Here is
THE WANDERING 0 UTCA 3 T . Dma a /<> m < s amtis d& viwe , &t . Here , in this ditch , let me expire to-day' Tired , old , decrepid , let me end my course . " Tho man is drunk , " the passengers will say ; 'Tis well ; their pity will not make me worse , Some , as they pass me , turn aside the head ; Others fling down an alms as they go by . Run to your happy homes ; without your aid , The wandering outcast can lie down , and die . Yes , in this place I perish of old age , , Because not killed by hunger long ago , I hoped that , in my last declining stage , - Tlie . 'Almshouse would have soothed an old man's WOD , But still , filled up , each Almshouse is beset ; So hard the fate the indigent must mourn ! My nursing mother was the strcat , and let The wandering outcast die where he was born .
Once , of our artisans I craved a trade , When I was young ; my asking was denied . " We scarce have work sufficient for our bread , Go , be a beggar , " they have coldly cried . Rick men , wlio blcl me work , full oft I feel On bones , the relics of jour goodly cheer . Oft , on your straw , my limbs have found a bed The wandering outcast will not curse ye here . Outcast and poor , I could have robbed ; but no—It still were less disgrace to beg- than steal ; At most , I ' ve plucked an apple , hanging low From the rood-hedge , to be a scanty meal . But yet full oft in dungeons cold and chill , By our king's warrant I have lain alone . They took from me my only good ; for still The wandering outcast can enjoy the sun .
Has the poor man a country ? What to me Your corn , and wine , and oil ; your mighty wars ; Your arts ; your industry by land and sea ; Tho voice of your assembled orators ? When , in the open cities of our land , The haughty stranger held his armed control , I wept some foolish tears ; yet from his hand The wandering outcast hath received a dole . lion , wherefore not destroy me , as ye kill The noxious reptile , with a crushing heel % Ah ! had ye rather taught me to fulfil Some honest part amid the commonweal , Had it been sheltered from the adverse blast , The poisonous worm had been an ant , and so As brothers I had loved ye to the last . The wandeiing outcast dies your deadly foe .
We have been constrained to widely depart from our original intention in giving this second part of our " Feast of the Poets . " Bendes Freimorath ' s poems , several small works received for review , would have been noticed in this article but for the fact that tho writer is confined to his bed under an attack of sudden and severe illness . He writes these words propped up between p illows , with the heart throbbing with nausea , and his brain feverfired ; under such circumstances , when to hold the pen at all is a misery , he is sure the readers will extend their charitable pardon for all sins of omission and commission contained in this article . In accordance with the first announcement , the next" Feast of the Poets" will be holden in the latter part of the month of June , when we hope to meet our friends under happier auspices than we now take leave ef them .
TIIE USE OF POETS . [ From " Poetical Remains of the late Mrs . James Gray . " } "I don't see the use of poetry . "— Obsewations of a very wise Friend . Ask why the flower is beautiful , Ask why tho fields are green , Why sunset casts a lovelier glow Upon a common scene—Why the glad birds have pleasant songs To charm the listener ' s ear-Then say they have no use , no power The sons of earth to cheer .
The flowers might be but scentless things , Without one radiant hue ; The sun might set without the glow That glorifies the view ; Then wherefore are they beautiful ? 0 ! beauty is a gift , From the dull things of earth , to heaven The gazer ' s thoughts to lift . And most the poet's throbbing heart Its influence must find , As tho jEolian lyre gives back Each whisper to the wind . If the free wood-bird ' s song hath power To glad the weary heart , May not the poet ' s soul-poured , strains A loftier joy impart f
What , though his days be passed in dreams , His nights in vigils lone ; He hath a mighty recompense , To worldly minds unknown . He knowB that manly soul shall glow , That gentle eyes shall fill , And throbbing hearts his influence feel . Even when his own is still . As sunshine penetrates the depths Of some dim forest dell ; As winds from some still mountain lake , A murmur may compel . So may his song with hope pervade Some darkly-shadowed mind— - So even amidst the dull and cold , An echo may it find !
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And many a noble thought , that else In silence might have died , ¦ . * Shall , on the wings of his wild song , Be wafted far and widCi . And many a deed of olden days , That makes the young heart thrill , Shall , in the poet ' s lays , be shrined For our example still . If fragrant flowers , unblameu l ) e clothed In such surpassing dyes ; If sunshine be a lovely thing , Allowed to common skies . If birds and fountains have a voice , Man ' s passions to subdue ; May not the mind's wide regions have Its flowers and music too ?
The Repeal Association.
THE REPEAL ASSOCIATION .
The weekly meeting of this body was held on Monday in the Conciliation Hall , which was crowded in every part , and a degree of enthusiasm prevailed which fully equalled any witnessed there since tho opening of the building . Mr . Edmund Burke Roche , M . P ., was called to the chair . Upen taking which he said he could not commence his observations better than by calling on the meeting to give three cheers for the British Ministers , and the majority who carried the second reading of the Maynooth Bill ( the meeting unanimously rose , and cheered loudly for some minutes , Mr . O'Oonnell taking the lead ) . The chairman declared his warm . approval of that excellent measure , for which the people of Ireland would feel grateful ( hear ) . After some further remarks , he concluded by expressing his approbation of the conciliatory speech made by Sir James Graham , and the spirit of frankness which characterised his amende to Ireland ( applause ) .
Mr . O'Connem rose , and commenced a review of the recent debate on tho Maynooth bill . The speech of Sir James Graham , he declared , was highly honourable to him as a gentleman and a statesman . ( Cheers . ) He applauded him for that speech . 0 , it would place him upon ii pedestal on the base of which should be " Justice to Ireland . " ( Continued cheers . ) Yes , they would now hold out their hands to him and their hearts should be in them . In the first place ( continued Mr . O'Connell ) he admits the charge against him , that he declared " conciliation had reached its utmost limits . " He says he committed a serious offence , and he has not only retracted it , but expressed his sorrow for having used that expression . No Christian or gentleman would hesitate to forgive a man who said so much . ( Hear , hear . ) Ho says further that there must be more measures of justice to
Irelandthat the Maynooth bill is in fact but the precursor to others of an cquiilly just character . ( Cheers . ) Now , h » knows we have dissolved the Precursor Association , otherwise he might be liable to be asked for his subscription to that body . ( Laughter . ) Well , as we cannot do that , all we ask is his support . What did he tell Frederick Shaw ? ( Hisses . ) That Ireland had been hitherto governed by a Protestant ascendancy , and that there was an end to ascendancy—they were to hear no more of it . ( Applause . ) The greatest evil of Ireland is religious ascendancy ; tiie evil would be just as great were it a Catholic ascendancy , and I will tell Sir James Graham from this spot , and in your name I declare we will help him to keep down Catholic ascendancy . ( Cheers . ) All we want is fair play—a clear stage and no favour . I declare I would rather go to the stake and perish than consent to a Catholic
ascendancy in Ireland . We will have no ascendancy . Then hurrah for Sir James Graham , who is to assist us in asserting this principle . ( Great cheers . ) Recorder Shaw is angry with Sir James Graham . I will tell him thishe is the greatest enemy the union ever had . It was to him and Lyndhurst the task of spoiling the Irish Municipal Reform Bill was confided , and well they performed it . They struck out no less than thirty-sis clauses of that bill ; but Shaw left enough in it to serve himself ( groans ); he provided fov his own salary , which he raised , and settled on the Consolidated Fund—lie retained all the patronage of the office of Recorder , and , after a four years ' struggle , during which he and his party spoiled the bill , they consented to give the present imperfect measure to the people . I repeat again I am greatly pleased with the speech of Sir James Graham—it was a manly , kind , and
truly repentant speech , and I think we will send him absolution from the Conciliation Hall . ( Laughter and cheers . ) The next speech I like is that of Sir Robert Peel . ( Cheers . ) Now I feel for him—lie is placed in a very awkward predicament . There * are some slips in his speech , but , under all the circumstances , I excuse him . ( near , hear . ) He talks of our being convicted—he forgets the way the prosecution ended . Why he could convict the angels out of heaven with an orange jury of the city of Dublin ; and then , I ask him , was riot the conviction reversed ? Sir Robert was mistaken ; but we forgive him , as it was a small mistake ( hear , hear ) ; and I forgive Sir James Graham for calling me " a convicted conspirator . " For the rest of my life I don ' t think I will ever reproach him with it again . Sir Robert Peel talked of the Boouosts Bill , and boasted that it divided the clergy
from the laity—that bespoke a foregone conclusion , which I beg to question ; aud I think T may say he will not separate the people of Ireland from their clergy . ( Cheers . ) Sir Robert said the agitation was net to be put clown by force . He was right . How could force be used when there was no violence , or nothing that force could be brought against ? I tell Peel that , so far from using force to can y ow objects , be may take away every soldier out of Ireland , and , if he wants a volunteer-corps , we wilJ give- it to him . ( Cheevs . ) Aftor ' this declaration , surely thu soldiers ought not to bo pent up as they are in their barracks . There is no army in the world so brave as the national army of our beloved Queen ; but why shut them up behind barrack walls ? They would not like it even in the face of au enemy ; and when they see the eyelet holes with which the walls are bored , they call them
" coward holes . " ( Hear , hear . ) No , we would not take anything by force , if there was not a single soldier in Ireland . Our cause is to be gained by persuasion . Peel says we are not to be put down by force . I don't look for a higher authority , and therefore I beg to make my bow to him . ( Laughter and cheers . ) But he says we are to be put dovro hf kindness , generosity , and justice . I arri much obliged to him for making the trial ; and if he only goes on he will succeed . Now , Peel has been cruelly treated by the bigotry and fanaticism of the English . ( Hear , ) How often have I said the English people hated us ? They hate us because of the crimes they have perpetrated in Ireland ; and it is natural for those to hate who inflict injustice . Not a single English member who spoke in favour of the bill who had not to make the confession that he was acting in opposition to the will of his
constituents ; and I here give them credit and honour for their conduct ; while we should the more vehemently denounce the turpitude of the English people . Before emancipation passed , I should be alarmed at the feeling which is exhibited in England , but now I do not care a twopenny ticket for it . ( Hear , hear . ) The English Presbyterians and Dissenters have led the van against the people of Ireland ; and Sheil very properly taunted them with the gross ingratitude of their conduct . Mr . DunconVbe checked him , and said the Presbyterians objected to the bill on " principle . " What a paltry ex . cuse was that ! Every year since I went to Parliament , £ 30 , 000 , asregiwndonmn , was granted to them ! That sum involves the very same principle ; but when did any of tho Dissenters come forward to object on principle They exercise the principle against Irish Catholics alone j
while eveu the Irish dissenters are allowed to escape . I tell Mr . Duncombe that instead of applauding the conduct of the dissenters , he is only putting their conduct in a darker light , and I tell them they are guilty of base ingratitude to us , They were emancipated in 1823 , but not by their own exertions—they were torpid , and it was we who led the van and relieved them . ( Cheers . ) This is the arm that drew the petition which led to their emancipation . ( Cheei's . ) I drew up the petition which was adopted by the Catholic Association—in a short time it received 28 , 000 signatures , and in a fortnight after it was presented to the House of Commons the bill for their emancipation was passed , ( near , hear . ) Oh , their conduct is base—they are guilty of the blackest ingratitude—they have exhibited the grossest bigotry and intolerance . ( Hear , hear . ) . - ATe are told that their head
is a kind of Methodist Pope , called Jabez Bunting—( laughter ) , and that he has at his disposal nearly £ 200 , 000 a year . I don't envy them all this money , but I don't think it ought to be expended in opposing the Maynooth bill . It is from them that the great bulk of the petitions which are covering tile table of the house are coming . I am told the reason they hate the Irish is , that they are a demure people , and wish to look sedate , while we arc prone to be merry . Well , who cares about them . We will laugh at them still . ( Laughter . ) I repeat my charge against the people of England , and Scotlaud too . In the discussions between the Kirk aud the Free Church in Scotland , the Catholics in the House of Commons always supported the friends of the Free Church j yet they now attack us . Shame upon them—shame upon the men who can exhibit such bigotry and injustice ; but
I have done with them , I want nothing but their abuse . ( Hear . ) Let it be recollected Lord John Russell took the part of the Protestant dissenters—he said they are the friends of civil and religious Ubei'ty . Where did he get that fact ? I look back to history , and I cannot find any such thing ; and their conduct reminds me of the Established Church ; and I am truly grateful to that Ohui'ch , for they have offered us no opposition . ( Cheers . ; Now , I put Lord John Russell to the proof of his statement . At one time the dissenters rose in rebellion and cut off the King ' s head . Was that a proof of thenregard for civil and religious liberty ? They set up Crom " well , who became a military dictator with their support . And was that another proof of their love of civil and religious liberty 1 About the time to which Lord John Russell alludes , what was their conduct in Ireland « Drogheda capitulated on treaty ; yet that treaty was
disregarded by the army of dissenters , who butchered everjsoldier found in the garrison , and two whole days were spent in slaughtering the inhabitants . At Wexford they murdered 300 helpless women at the foot of the cross , whither they fled , in the hope of that holy emblem having some effect on the soldiery : but , no , they were all bayoneted in cold blood . ( Sensation . ) Why , there are some of them would do the same thing to-day ; but they won't , for a reason they hare . ( Cheers . ) They never shall massacre Irishwomen again : if they do wo will not be the survivors . ( Repeated cheering . ) I have been in the best possible humoursince yesterday . When I awoke this morning I found myself laughing , and . I still continue in the same pleasing state of mind , ( Hear . ) The labours of my life may now draw to a close . I do not think the Repeal cause or its humble advocate ever stood upon SO high a pinnacle as at the present moment , By
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ihe admission of our enemies , we are irresistible . ( Con . tinued . cheers . ) 0 , indeed , the man who commits a crime gives strength to the enemy . The man is a ' mis . creantwho does not obey us now ; and from this spot , iu the name of the sacred cause of Repeal , I implore , I command the people of Ireland to desist from crime . ( Protraded cheers . ) Let there be no more agrarian disturbances : tho time is not far distant , when there win be a goodsvstem between landlord and tenant , and disturbances will only have the effect of postponing it . Let you all hunt out ' ribbon lodges , and expose them to the magistrates and the police , and I call upon the people of must
Ireland to be peaceable , but . vigilant , and they succeed . ( Cheers . ) The Maynooth grant was graciously and well done—I accept it , and I am thankful for it ; but I do not give jnoi-e thanks than it deserves . I will be grateful for every such measure , ' but I will not rest content till the last penny in the pound is paid in our own Parliament in College-green . ( Cheers . ) I repeat again I am grateful to the Ministry—considering their position —seeing there is a manliness and boldness about them that no other Ministry had—they deserve our warmest approbation for the course they are pursuing . ( Cheers . } After some further observations , the lion , and learned gentleman resumed his seat amid applause . ¦
Mr . Dillon Browne , M . P ., and some other gentlemen , addressed the chair . The rent was announced to be £ 350 9 s . 10 d ., and the meeting separated .
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An " Agreeable Surprise . "—We were rather startled the other evening by the following announce " ment , which appeared in the Cork Esaamm : — " The Liberator , with his usual generosity , and high appre ' ciation of Irish talent , has volunteered to double lug subscription for the Crucifixion of Mr . Barter . "Knowing the reputation of the Liberator as a man of peace , we were " positively shocked" at the revelation of this blood-thirsty trait in Ms character . What the deuce , asked we , in our simplicity , had this Mr . Barter done—what crime had he perpeti-ated to justify the Liberator in joining in a sub . scription to have him crucified ? We read furthera load was taken from our heart—we were "
agreeably surprised" to find that the paragraph of our cotcnvporary was only a puff on some Cork artist who had produced a piece of sculpture and called it " The Crucifixion . "—Dublin World . O ! how Shocking !—In the " Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation , " Ugliness is described as a consequence of Misery . What frights we shall all be through the operation of the income-tax!—Punch . The Land of Libert * . —It lias long been an Englishman ' s boast , that as soon as a refugee sots foot m England , that moment he becomes free . Now , we think this boast hardly goes far enough . It should particularly state that the letters of the foreigner arc treated with even greater freedom than himself . — Ibid .
Sam Slick ' s Geology . —The eloekmaker says , " 1 never heard ot secondary formations without pleasure—that ' s a fact . The ladies , you know , arc the secondary formation , for they wore formed artel ' man . " Tongue Warriors . — " I cannot imagine , said Lord Aberdeen , " why the war party in France are always putting out their tongues at ' us . " " It is very easily explained , " replied Lord Brougham ; " it is because they want to lick us . " Of no Use to any One but the Owner . —When a , certain worthy laird had his head taken off in the Scotch troubles , his housekeeper feelingly remarked , " It was na great thing of a head to be sure , but it was a sair loss to him . " .
SUGGESTIONS BX STEAM . When woman is in rags , and poor , And sorrow , cold , and hunger tease her ; If man would only listen more To that small voice that crieth— " Ease her !" Without the guidance of a friend , Though legal sharks and screws attack her ; If man would only more attend To that small voice that crieth— " Back her !" So oft it would not be his fate To witness some despairing dvopper IuThames ' s tide , and run too late , To that small voice that crieth— " Stop her !"
Hows Magazine , St . Stephen ' s Theatricals Extr aoudinary . —Peel ' f 4 company of Ministerial minstrels haying during th ( 3 week produced such , full houses , will shortly , in ^ new entertainment , repeat their extraordinary pff e formances . The novelty of their introduction in t ] ie popular air of " Jim Crow , " viz ., in swallowing t j ie hustings' stanza without anv percepible effort , v vag absolutely electrify ing . A domestic tragedy of ^ tense interest , called " Endowment" is in rehear , gaJ and will be shortly produced at the above estab' ^^ ment . "— Satirist . _ . _ UXvltVi ¦ "'^ VWi / v' CUf * ' ^ T'lfiP *
GOIXG TIIE WHOLE HOQG AT COURT . —The ( Joul i (; . Circular of last week , in its account of the pre senta . tions at the drawing-room , had the follow : tn «"" Miss Hogg , by her mother , Mrs . Hogg . j ^ g Mary Hogg , by her mother , Mrs . Hogg . " 7 , i ne tw 0 Misses Hogg must not be mistaken for a po rj . ; on of the " swinish multitude" once referred to by ^ jate lamented Castlereagh ; very few of that r aultitude are included in the drove who go to Court . ; « xhere was a lady loved a swim" but it is not statx ! e ^ j . j iaj . branch ot the Hogg family she belonged . — j ^ A Compliment to Peel . —A clerical cor .. nenrmrlonr in the Times , who complains of " the clei . ^ "C not speaking out as one man touching thf . Mivnooth grant , " heaves a groan , and says it j ? ; all ' ' Peel carries the bag . This is truly a clu Un ,. to Fer rand ' s compliment that the Premier wa ; : < + ] f est traitor since Judas Iacariot . "—i&M , * tue greal "
Gibbs and Mainootb , —The papers Wrs that the Lord Mayor is decidedly against tho M a ™ StRnS ? The Irish people need not be surpr Sd at tlds foi Lord Mayor Gibbs does not seem frv ifltf \ 4 ; , ^ a grant of money to anybody . A , ' CaloUc ' oiwl anl a Protestant church arc . veigkev , W ^ J-ZSP , i i * i ii" tj > n -1 . 1 J- in xue same ua « knee by his lordship . If Gibbs , w . S 0 Ine thin ] born with a silver spoon m his mou / h n „ ' „ body more reluctant to " fork out . ' Cjfctf A Prospect fob Graham , —Sir . ' jameg Graham re . cently declared that England wag W raJJSnk rats ? ivMe * . ^ Uff&w
Margaret Lambrun . —The " i ,,,,, ! ...,, , ! nf Miiwwr Lambrun having died of grf ffiliWS deathofMsniistLsMaiT ^ ^ SSSTb&S formed the resolution to aven "X deXof lieVCs band and mistress upon E ] ilbeth . To accomp sh ftjT & $ TT ? . ' inan ' shabit , andrqpital ? Ji ? t gliah i court ' " £ « f isshe was pushing through LTSbtob ThTbein * ' l ucen ' « fc ** . lier P 1 SIO 1 S . iniS Ueing nhqprr <» d «! li (» m « cpi 7 PfJ J » W > t * ffir ftl . tadte I appeal J fisSSr ' « && " Madaia - tho 11 ^ v ™ £ « i t a- am a woman ; I was several ShvS S'Sf . - «<* n Mary , whom you have ?!? S pu S M - j Ten have also caused that of
my husband who died . ^ t ^^ SLS f ™ f 7 V f w fousfy . AW , as I had tho greatest affection for b th fre 3 olved to revenge their deaths by killing you T uavc ] mu | e many efforts to divert my resolution from this degign bufc in vain , » Ihe queen-heard thi s avowal wit [ l calmness , and on . swered : lou are' thcn porsRaded that iu this action you have done your . dutv and satisfied the demands which your love fo r you \ . mistress and your husband required from you . % llt what , think you , is my duty to you V Mam ^ a 5 kc (! ;/> tj , j , quesfcion was put as a queen or a jud aiul 011 iier Majesty saying as a queen , " lhea » sa ; j Margaret , "Your Majesty ought to grant . me a pardon . " " But what
assurance can you , gjYe iMj" returned the queen , " that yw wll not re peat the attempt V " Madam , " replied Margaw jt , " a favour which is granted under restraint is j ao more a favour ; and in so doing tout Majesty woi .. jd act against me as a judge . " ' The queeii was s 0 struck with her behaviour , that she gave Her a' Lmdon and safe conduct out of the king . dom . ° Gas Sf fjjBSEDED . —Mr . Weekes ' s plan for lighting towns » j electricity is about to be carried into effect m Amer jca . The editor of the Cincinnati Mechanic states t uat an experiment he lately witnessed was perfect' . y successful ; that the apparatus is by no meana costly ; and that for lighting Cincinnati , two towen ] , it ig considered , will be sufficient to illuminate tne v rfiole city . Mr . Weekes's plan was first pub-Usnc d in this country as far back as 1 S 3 L—Builder . 1
i , ' UARFraLl- AND WoNDEBFUXLY M&DE . •—Wombwel , ' s exhibitor used to remark of the elephant ' s « '" nk that it was adapted to unroot oaks orpick up a P « a . Civil engineering appeal's to embrace an equal n > multiplicity oi ; objects . At the last meeting of the J nstitution of Civil Engineers , a new patent machine ibrthe manufacture of teeth , gums , and palates , was exhibited alongside of railroad and locomotive models , and ( deservedly ) much admired . ~ It is pretty generally known that the loss of tho organs just enumerated is not Uhfrequen % supplied by artificial imitations ; but the description of the process by which the imitations arc formed and inserted goes further to place the human body on a footing of equality with machines than the mere abstract knowledge . A cast of the mouth is first taken in the usual way , to obtain an exact counterpart of the inequalities of the inside ; the space intervening between two vermeil
lips may be clogged up with plaster of Paris as a preparative to restored beauty . Art does not stop here in its power to replace mutilated or decayed members . Legs and arms of exquisite proportion and finish—to say nothing of swelling caudal appendages sacred to the use of the fair sex—meet the eye in every street . In the vicinity of Temple-bar , a placard in a shop window informs the passer-by , that " artificial eyes , of peculiar clearness and vivacity of expression , " are to Be had there . The thriving appearance of all these decorative artists tempts people at times to question whether any person they converse with is entirely human . The whole population seem akin to the enchanted prince in the Arabian Nights—upwards flesh and downwards marble . When the police pick up a lady or gentleman knocked down by an over-driwn cab , they must feel puzzled whether to carry thfe & $ ff $# gr t *** & £
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Northern Star (1837-1852), April 26, 1845, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1312/page/3/
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