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3 © firistmas 3 GUjjme . By Thosias Cobper , the Chartist . Losdos : J . How , 209 , Piccabiixt . This poem is simply what it professes to be , —a " Christmas Jftyme * " It has no pretensions to the " grand , " ana is not at all likely to excite that discussion which the "Prison Rhvme" has caused , and will yet cause . "We say , " will yetcause , " for , sure we are , that" The Purgatory of Sukides" is destined Locommaadgreaterattentionthanithasyetmetwitn . Up to the present time most of the quarterly and monthly reviewers have been silent with regard to the "Purgatory . " Excepting slight " notices "—not •' reviews "—in the "t few Monthly , " the "Dlumi-Bated , " and "Tait ' s Magazines , " none of the monthly or quarterly periodicals have informed tkeir
readers that such a work exists . This silence , on which we are compelled to put the vrorstconstruction , cannot last ; the reviewers will be compelled , by &n < by , to speak out . A second edition of the " Purgatory , " we imagine , cannot be far off , and when that comes , when the reviewers see that the burking process has failed to stifle the voice of the Chartist rhymester , they will be compelled to break their silence . Then . Air . Coopsb may expect to be unceremoniously and unsparingly castigated , and the spirit ¦ which exhibited itself in the driveUiugs of the "literary Gazette , " will be savagely manifested in the fierce denunciations poured forth by "Blackvrood" and the " Quarterly . " In ouranticipationsof the future we may not be exactly correct , but we are pretty confident that further praise and blame , from friends and foes , is in store for the "Purgatory of Suicides . "
This " Christmas Rhyme " is of the simplest construction , and has little of stirring incident to recommend it . As ( we would fain believe ) a not unfaithful picture rf the " olden time , " when baron and yeoman , squire and serf , commingled together , as men of a common mould , to hold joyous festival at the season honoured by custom aud religion—influences whichyetsurvive- ^ -so viewed , this "Rhyme " lias its charms which cannot fail to find favour in the eyes " of the reader . Mr . Cooper seems bent on
making his native county famous . Be did not a little towards that end in his "Wise Saws and Modem Instances ; " and , as with most of those tales , so with this " Christmas Rhyme , " the scene of the story is laid in Lincolnshire . We suppose Mr . Cooper is not ambitious of winning the " Laureateship , " at least not this side of his Chartist and Republican dreams being realised ; but we think he may fairly lay claim to the title of "Lincolnshire ' s Laureate "—a title which , neither himself nor his native county need be ashamed of .
Tltorold , the baron of Torksey Castle , Lincoln shire , assembles his tenants and vassals to make merry at Christmas-tide . Thorold is a Saxon , and lias gained back the lands which his fathers held prior to the A ' orman invasion . The baron is a widower , but , like most of the barons of romance , has an only daughter , who is not only beauty personified , but also the personification of all the virtues . She , of course , fcas a lover , who appears to be of / Korman blood , and of the family which had disputed possession of Torksey Hall with the Thorolds ; consequently regarded as an enemy by the Saxon baron At the merry-making at the castle on
Christmaseve , the lover makes his appearance disguised as a minstrel , and , of course , his services are called into requisition . The feasting is renewed the next day ( Christmas-day ) , when the minstrel is again present lie recites or sings several ballads , most of them having indirect or direct allusion to his love for the baron's daughter . The baron's suspicions are roused then confirmed , and the love-sick youth is likely to find himself awkwardly situated , when a lucky accident dispels the baron ' s wrath , and the proscribed Itorman gains the hand of his ladye-love , with , her father ' s full consent . Such , in brief , is the thread on which the poet has strung his description of a Christmas revelry in the " davs of old . "
Some of our readers , who regard Mr . Cooper as a Chartist rather than a poet—perhaps we should speak more correctly in saying , " who regard him as a CAartfetpoetf ' —may object that tinsstory of barons , minstrels , and love-sick ladies , is hardly a fitting theme . Mr . Cooper , in the opening of the third canto , hasanticipated and answered this objection . He shall speak for himself : — THE rOEl ' s iPOLOGT . Mirth-verse from thee , rude leveller ! Of late thy dangeon-harpings were Of discontent ana wrong ; Aad we , the Privileged , were banned Por cumber-grounds of fatherland , In thy drear prison-song . Wat fellowship hast thou with times "When love-thralled minstrels chaunted rhymes ' At feast , in feudal hall , — And peasant chnrls , a saucy crejr , fantastic o ' er their wassail grew , Forgetful of their thrall ?—LordlingE , joar scorn awhile forbear , — And Kith the homely Past compare Yonr tinselled show aad state ! Mark , if vour selfish erandenrs cold « r- - _ ~_ r ^ r
m ^ ^ f ™™ On human hearts so firm a hold For je , and yours , create As they possessed , whose breasts though rude Glowed nith the warmth of brotherhood Por all who toiled , throngb . jouti and age , V enrich their force-won heritage ! ; Hark , if ye fed your swollen pride : Secure , ere je begin to chide ! 1 Ihen , lordUngs , though ye may discard s The measures I rehearse , I Slight sot the lessons of the bard—I The moral of his verse . — I Eot ice will dare thy verse to chide ! "ffouldst re-enact the Barmecide , And taunt oar wretchedness 'With ririoned feast , and song , and dance , — \ While , daily , onr grim heritance i Is famine and distress 1 I Hast thou forget thy pledges stem , p Sever from Suffering ' s cause to turn , i But—to the end of life—I . Against Oppression ' s ruthless band I St ill nnsubdoable to stand , \ A champion iu the strife ? | Think ' st thon we safer less , or feel \ Today ' s soul-piercing wounfis do heal I The wounds of months and years S I Or that oar « yes so long have been j ; Fatnilwr with the hungry keen I ! Oar babes endure , we gaze serene—\ | Strangers to scalding tears \ Ah no J my brothers , not from me M Hath faded solemn memory Of all your bitter grief : ig This heart its pledges doth renew—| S To its last pulse it will Ik true S | To beat for tout relief . gl My rhjmes are trivial , bnt my aim ® Deem ye not purposeless : H I would the homely truth proclaimm ThstttitaeswhicUkaavesfnaioadl yWame p For feudal haughtiness iJS "Would put the grinding crew to shame f || Who prsy on your distress . H 0 that my ample lay mignt tend | p To kindle some remorse p In your oppressors' souls , and bend ¥ 4 Their wills a cheerful help to lend H And lighten labour ' s curse ! | | Return we now to ihe beginning of the poe II wjieh opens with the folio wing picture of iw IU T 0 HK 3 ET Hill . U BightbeautifulisTorfeey's hall , f £ ' Adown by meadowed Trent ; i | Kight beautiful that mouldering wall , Hi And remnant of a turret tall , | 1 Shorn of its battlement . | lf For , while thechildrenof the Spring K Hindi into life , and die ; 5 And Summer ' s joy-birds take light wing » When Autumn mists are nigh ; ijj And soon the year—awinterling—5 j With its fatt ' n leaves do * lie ; m That ruin gray—9 llirror'd , alwav , X Seep ia the silver stream , 6 Doth summon weird-wrought visions vast , JK That sliow the actors of the past K Pictured , as in a dream . K Me eeemeth , now , before mine eyes K The pomp-dad phantoms dimly rise , S Till the fall pageant bright—A throng of warrior-barons bold , I Glitteriugiu burnished steel and gold , Bursts * a my glowing sight , I And , mingles with the martial train , I Full many a . feir-tressed beanty vain , I On palfrey and jenet—I That proudly toss the tassel ! ed rein , I And daintily curvet ; i And irar-steeds prance , I And rich plumes glance I . Gahelmandburgouot ; 1 Aad lances crash , I And falchions flash I Of knights iu t-jurucy inct ,
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Oar fathers and their throbbing toil Are hushed iu pulseless death ; Hushed is the dire and deadly broil—The tempest of their wrath ;—Tet , of their deeds not all for spoil Is thine , 0 sateless Grave ! " Songs of their brother-hours shall foU Thy triumph o ' er the brave ! Their bravery ttke , and darkly hide Deep in thy inmost hold J Taka all theh-mailed pomp and pride To deck thy mansions cold ! Plunderer ! thou hast but purified Their memories from allyy ; Faults of the dead we scorn to chide Their virtuessing with joy . lord of ourfathers' ashes ! list A carol of their mirth ; Kor shake thy nievs , chill moralist ! To check their sous'joy-bitth : — Itis the season when our sires Kept jocund holiday ; And , now , around our charier fires , Old Yule shall have a lay : — A prison-bard is once more free ; And , ere he yields his voice to thee , His song a merry-song shall be ! Our next extract describes the commencement of ihe merry-making on
CHRISTMAS KVE . Sir Wilfrid de Thorold freely holds What his stout sires held before—Broad lands for plough , and fruitful folds , — Though by gold he sets no store ; And he saitli , from fen and woodland wolds , From marish , heath , and moor , — To feast in his hall , Both free and thrall , Shall come as they came of yore . 11 Let ths merry bells ring out ! " saith he To my lady of the Fosse ; « We will keep the birth-eve joyfully "Of our Lord who bore the cross I " "let the merry bells ring loud ! " he saith T « Saint Leonard ' s shaven prior ; " Bid thy losel monks thatpatter of faith "Shew works , andnerer tire . " Saith the lor J of Saint Leonard ' s : " The brotherhood " Will ring and never tire "For a beck or a nod of the Baron good ;"— . Saith Sir Wilfrid : " They will—for hire ' . " Then , turning to his daughter fair , Who leaned on her father ' s carren chair , — He said , —and smiled On his peerless child , — His jewel whose price no clerk could tell , Though the clerk had tola Sea sands for gold ;—For her dear mother ' s sake he loved her well , — But more for the balm her tenderness Had poured on his widowed heart ' s distress;—More , still more , for her owh heart ' s grace
Thit so lovelil y shone in her lovely face , And drew all eyes its love to trace— - Left all tongues languageless !—He said , —and smiled On hispeerless child , — " Sweet bird ! bid Hugh our seneschal Send to Saint Leonard ' s , ere even-fall , A fat fed beeve , and a two-shear sheep , With a firkin of ale that a monk in his sleep May hear to hum , when it feels the broach , And wake up and swig , without reproach !—And the nuns of the Fosse—for wassail-bread—Let them have wheat , both white and red ; And a runlet of mead , with a jug of the wine Which the merchant-man vowed ha brought from the Rhine ; Aud bid Hugh say that their bells must ring A peal loud and long , While we chaunt heart-song , For the birth of our heavenly king !"
The " mummers" then make their appearance , and the " Yule-log" is brought in in triumph . They pile the Yule-log on the hearth , — Soak toasted crabs in ale ; And while they sip , their homely mirth Is joyous as if all the earth For man were void of bale ! And why should fears for future years Mix jolly ale with thoughts of tears When in the horn ' tis poured % And why should ghost of sorrsw fright The bold heart of am Euglish wight ¦ When beef is on the board ! m " stranger minstrel" now enters the hall , and is hailed with a shout of welcome . He is not long allowed to remain idle ; accordingly , he commences with a tale , or ballad , called "The Daughter of Plantagenet . " We give the subjoined specimens of the " minstrel ' s" merits : —
'Tis midnight , and the broad full mom Pours on the earth her silver noon ; Sheeted in white , like spectres of fear , < Their ghostly forms the towers uprear ; And their long dark shadows behind them are cast , Like the frown of the cloud when the lightning hath past . The warder sleeps on the battlement , And there is not a breeze to curl the Trent , The leaf is at rest , and the owl is mute—ButHstl awakea is the woodland lute : The nightingale warbles her omen sweet On the hour when the ladye her lover shall Meet . * # * * Romara ' s skiff is on the Trent , And the stream is in its strength , — For % surge , from its ocean-fountain sent , Pervades its giant length : Soars the hoarse heygre in it * course , Lashing the bank * with its wrathful force ; Aud dolefully echoes the Mild-fowl ' s scream , As the sallows are swept by the whelming stream ; And her callow young are hurled for a meal , To the gorge of the barbel , the pike , and the eel : The porpoise heaves ' mid the rolling tide , Aud , snorting in mirth , doth merrily ride , — Forhe hath forsaken his bed in the sea , To sup on the salmon , right daintily ! * * * *
Divinely streaketh the morning-star With a wavy light tha rippling waters ; And the moon looks on from the west , afar , And palely smiles , with her waning daughter * , The thin-strown stars , which their vigils keep Till the orient sun shall awake from sleep . The minstrel ' s "tale" is one of " sorrow and death , " and lest it should mar the evening ' s mirth , the baron calls upon one of his followers , " woodman Sxeu , " to give a song . The demand is at once answered , and here is THE WOOBMAS ' S SOXO . I would not be a crowned king , For all his gaudy gear ; I would not be that pampered thine , His gew-g&w gold to wear : But I would be where I can sing Bight merrily , all the year ; Where forest treen , All gay and green , Fullblythely do me cheer . I would not be a gentleman , For alibis hawks aud hounds , — For fear the hungry poor should ban My halls and wide-parked grounds : But I would be a merry man , Among the wild wood sounds , — Where free birds sing , And echoes ring While my axe from the oak rebounds . I would not be a shaven priest , For all his sloth-won tytlie : But while to me this breath is leased , And these old limbs are lithe , — Ere Death hath marked me for his feast , And felled me with his scythe , — I'll troll my song , The leares among , All in the forest blythe .
This song is Mowed by a satirical love song by the t "minstrel . " Amongst the company is a fat " jolly lay brother , belonging to the convent of St . Leonard , lie tells a tale called " The Miller of Roche . " Mr . GooPEnsays this talc "is a homely versification of a homely tale , often told by the fireside in Lincolnshire . " lie intimates that a similar story is to be found in the "Decameron . " The story is quite familiar to us , though we cannot say where we have read it , but we arc strongly impressed with the belief that it exists in print in more shapes than one . Be that as it may , the story will bear repeating . The second canto closes with the bringing in of THE MISSELTOE BUSH . A signal note the p ipe hath blown , And a maiden at the door Craves curtsied leave , with roseate blush , To bring the sacred missel-bush . Gaily a younker leads the fair , Proud of his dimpled , blushing care : All clap their hands , both old and young , And soon the misseltoe is hung In the mid-rafters , overhead ; And , while the agile dance they thread , Such honey do the plough-lads seize From lips-of lasses as the bees Xc ' er sip from sweetest flowers of May . And in the rapture of their play , — While shrilly swells the mirthsome pipe , And merrily their light feet trip , — Leave we the simple happy throng - Their roiith and rapturo to prolong . Canto III brings Christinas Day , and , with its morn , the return of the merrymakers , greatly augmented in number by the arrival of ThorohVs followers , " free and thrall , " from all parts of bis domain . The mummers re-appear in the full blaxG of theic mimic glory , inelvuliug the "Ljwd of Misrule , " the "Abbot of Unreason , " tflfe "Fiery j Dragon , " < tc . Here is a spirited description of ! 1 ' \
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Quite entering into the spirit of the followinc uitty , we nevertheless think the matter thereof might have been improved . The author evidently thinks so too ; tor he says he sends it to us for our own private perusal , not being good enough to " publish . " VVliatcver be its deficiencies , and it is certainlv not above proof , " still we think it too good to consign 0 lnat wurne from whence no rejected doggerel veturn * -tho waste paper basket . As the author has not authomeO . us to publish his " Apology , " by wav ^ com promising with our conscience , and alse with lie charitable intent , of saving him from tlic ban of Jus countryman , Father Matthew , we withhold \ v&
A WORD OF APOLOGY . "Dost thou think that because thou . ; . ' art grown virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale . "—12 th Night . In cold water ' s praise they may sing as they may , And its virtues extol to the skies , But the merits of ale whoe ' er shall assail I ' m sure that the truth he denies . Our health the teetotaller says it will mar , And shorten our days witiiout fail ; , I'll wager my life that old Jeukyns and Pavr Drank many a flaggon of ale . And old " Captain Whiskey" 'tis said causes strife , And they reckon how many he kills , But sure we all know there are spirit imd life In a glass of old famous " bushmills , " Old cankering care his harsh message may send , And the dark clouds of sorrow may come ; Still , still we shall find it the readiest friend To br « ak up or brighten the ffloom .
The heart of old Scotia how fondly it turns To that name which still honour'd shall be-, 0 say could she drink to her own Robert . Burns , In ought but his lov'd " barley bree . " E ' en old Erin ' s shamrock with emerald leaf , The emblem of uuion and love ; When thirsty with sorrow still drinks in its grief , The dew-drop distilled above . The cynic may sneer and the sensitive start—1 care not a fig what they say j Bat I never will send the dear friend of my heart On a cup of cold water away .
Wo have , on' former occasions , delighted our readers with specimens of the poetry of the American bard , J . Greenleaf Wiuttier . From the leaves oi ' liis evergreen poesy we now call another specimen to grace our " Wreath . " Whither is known as one of the ablesc and boldest opponents of slavery , and he is not a mere anti-slayery bigot , who can sec no wrong unto the American sun , except in tho states of the South ; he sees and feels that all is not right even in the North and East . Though , nominally all men are free" in the ranks of the white population , yet all men . are not happy , nor free from " Tha Oppressor ' s wrong , the proiid mau ' B contumely . »
And against the inj tistice done to the " people " white as well as black , Wihitikr has raised his voice in indignant terms of reproof to the wrong-doers and oppressors . His sincerity , therefore , cannot be questioned . His denunciation of the Southern slaveholders is excited by his intense love of liberty , and solicitude for the rights and happiness of the whole human family . Though we cannot agree with every word ot the noble poem we arc about to quote , the spirit thereof has o « r hearty approval , and the poet , mmselt , has our enthusiastic admiration . The poem is headed by a most appropriate quotation from the speech ot an anti-slave orator , Mr . Samuel Mat — i i
OUit COUNTltYMEX IN CHAINS . "Genius of America ! spirit of free institutions ; where are thou ? How art thou fallen . 0 , Lucifer ! son of the morning—how art thou fallen frora Hearon ! Hell from beneath is moved for thee , to meet thee at thy coming ! The kings of the earth cry out unto thee , Aha ! Aha!—AET THOt' I 1 EC 0 MB L 1 KEDSTO US 1 " Our fellow-countrymen in chains ! Slaves—in a laud of light and law ! Slaves—crouching on the very plains Where roli'd the storm of Freedom ' s war ! A groan from Eutaw ' s haunted wood—A wail where Camdun ' s nwvtyys Ml—By every shrine of patriot blood , Fronr . Moultrie ' s wali and Jasper ' s well ! By storied hill and hollow'd grot , By mossy wood and mar « hy glen , Whence rang of old the rifle-shot , : '
And hurrying shout of Marion ' s men ; Tiie groan of breaking hearts is there—The falling lash—the fetter ' s clank ! Slaves—slaves are breathing in that air , Which old De Kulb aud Sumter drank ! What , ho !—our countrymen in chains ! The whip on woman ' s shrinking flesh ! Oar soil yet reddening with tho staius , Caught from her soourging , warm and fresh J Wnat ! mothers from their children riven ! What ! God ' s own image bought and sold 1 Americans to market driven , And barter'd , as the brute , for gold ! Speak ! shall their agony of prayer
Come thrilling to our hearts in vain ? To us , whose fathers scorned to bear The paltry ¦ menace of a chain ; To us , whose boast is loud and long Of holy Liberty and light—Say , shall these writhing slaves of wrong Plead vainly for their plunder ed right \ What ! shall we send , with lavish breath , Our sympathies across the wave , Where manhood , on the field of death , Strikes for his freedom , or a . grave ? Shall prayers go up , and hymns be sung For Greece , the Moslem fetters spurning . And milliftns hail with pen and tongue Our light on all her altars burning ? Shall Belgium feel , and gallant France , By Vendome '« pile and Sohoenbrutv ' s wall , And Poland , gasping on her lance ,
Ihe impulse of our cheering call 1 And shall the slave , beneath our eye , ; Clank o ' er our fields his hateful chain ? And toss his fcttcr'd arms on high , And groan for Freedom ' s gift in vain ? Oh , say , shall Prussia ' s banner be A refuge for the stricken sla » e ! Aud shall the Russian serf go free By Baikal ' s lake and Neva ' s wave ? And shall the wiutry . bosom'd Dane llelax the iron hand of pride , And bid his bondsmen cast the chain , From fetter ' d soul and limb , aside ? Shall every flap of England ' s flag Proclaim that all around are free , From "farthest Ind" towich blue crag Tliat beetles o ' er the Western Sea ! And shall we scoff at Europe ' s kings ,
When Freedom ' s fire is dim with us , And round our country ' s altar clings The damning shade of Slavery ' s curse ? Go—let us ask of Constantino Toloose his grasp on Poland ' s throat ; Ami beg the lord of Mahmoud ' s line To spare the struggling Suliote—Will not the scorching answer come From turban'd Turk and fiery Russ : " Gc , loose your fetter'd slaves at home , Then turn , and ask the like of us !" Just God ! and shall we calmly rest , The Christian ' s scorn—the Heathen ' s mirth-Content to live the lingering jest Aud bye-word of a mocking Earth 1 Shall our own glorious laud retain That curse which Europe rooms to bear ? Shall our owii brethren drug the chain Which not even Russia ' s meuiuls wear ?
Cp , then , in Freedom ' s manly part , From grey-beard eld to liery youth , Ami on the nation ' s naked heart Scatter the living coals of Truth ! Up—while ye slumber , deeper yet The shadow of om * i ' jvmo in growing I Up—while ye pause , our sun may set In blood—around our altars flowing ! Oh ! rouse ye , ere the storm comes forth Tlus giither'd wrath of God and man—Like that which wasted Egypt ' s earth , When hail and fire above it tau . Hear ye uo warnings in the air t Feel ye no earthquake underneath * Up—up—wh y will yc slumber where The sleeper only wakes in death ? Up now for Freedom!—not in strife Like that your sterner fathers saw—The awful waste of human
life—The glory and the guilt of war : Bnt break the chain—the yoke remove—And smite to earth Oppression ' s rod , With those mild arms of Truth and Love , Made mighty through the living God ! Down let tho shrine of Moloch sink , And leave no traces where it stood ; No longer let its idol drink Ilis daily cup of human blood : Uutreav another altar there , To Truth and Love and Mercy given , And Freedom ' s gift , and Freedom ' s prayer , Shall call and answer down from Heaven i
Cuables Mackay is auolHoi and true poet , some of whose compositions we have before now transferred to the columns of this journal . l >> ' the bye , we must protest against the fifth stanza of' his " Cry of tho l'eoplc , " recently published . That stanza inculcates the pitilul slave-feeling of patience muter oppression , and consequently utterly spoils what would otherwise be a noble poetical outbursts worthy of the man as of the poet . Cuauum Mack . w ought to have more sense than to invite the trampled down poor to cry , " God help us . " God helps them who help themselves , a truth which tlic history of all gods has proved from the palmy days of 1 Ikhcih . es to the present hour . The folliwing noble piece is without fault ov blemish , while its beauties need no description .
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Its every line " stirs the blood like the sound of a trumpet : "—
THE VOICE OF THE TIMES . Bl CHARLES MACKAV , Day unto day utters speech—Be wiss , oil ye nations , and hear What yesterday telleth to-d . iy , What to-day to the morrow will preach . A change cometh over our sphere , And the old goeth down to decay . A . now light has dawned on the darkneBS of yore , And men shall be slaves and oppressors no more , ¦ llnrk to the tln-cbbing of thought , In the breast of the wakening world ! Over land , over sea , it hath come . Ilic serf that was yesterday bought , To-day his defiance hath huil'd , No more in his slavery dumb And to-morrow will break from the fetters that bind , And lift a bold arm for the rights of mankind . Hark ! to the voice of tho Time , The multitude think fov themselves '
And weigh their condition , each one The drudge hath a spirit sublime , ' And whether he hammers or delves , He reads when his labour is done ; And learns , though he groan under penury's ban , That freedom to think is the birthright of man . But yesterduy , thought was confined ; To breathe it was peril or death , And it sunk in the breast where it rose ; Now , free as the midsummer wind , Its sports its adventurous breath , And round the wide universe goes ; Tho mist and the cloud from its pathway are curl'd , And glimpses of sunshine illumine the world . The voice of opinion has grown 'Twas yesterday changeful and weak , Like the voice of a boy ere his prime ; To-day it lms taken the tone Of an orator worthy to speak ,
Who knows the demands of the time ; And to-morrow 'twill sound in Oppression ' s cold ear , Like the trump of the seraph to startle our sphere . Be wise , oh yc rulers of earth , And shut not your ears to the voice , Kor allow it to warn you in vain ; True freedom of yesterday ' s birth Will inarch on its way and rejoice , And never be conquered again . The day has a tongue—aye , the hours utter speech— Wise , wise will ye be , if ye leavn what they teach . We mu 3 t haste to twine the last flower in our " Wreath . " Wo have left ourselves no room to speak of tlic year now expiring , or of the year now com- mencing ; but this matters little , as , if not in tin ' s page , we have in our seventh page spoken fully and freely on " The Past , the Present , and the Future , " and iurther " say" thereon is not necessary . It only remains , therefore , for us to wish each and all of our readers . " A 1 IAVPY KEW TEAU . " Thanks to a "Paisley bodie , " we can finish our " Wreath" most appropriately : — - . A GUDE NEW YEAH I WISH YE A . Aie—Gmle nicht , and joy he mi' j / ou a \ BI HUGH MACDOSA 1 D . Ance mair around the festive board , We welcome hame the new-born year ; A friendly band—hearts blythe and true , Through langsyuc grief and gladness dear ; Met ' neath the sheltering wings of joy , Cauld Care in vain her blasts may blair ; Un to the lip , fill high the cup— A gude new year I wish you a . If through the auld year ' s vanish'd hours , Discord has burst with baneful art , Link , link anew that chain of love That lanj - has bound us heart to heart ; Here un the threshold of the year , . Join hands and sowthor ilka flaw ; Drown " by-ganes" in a flowing bowl And drink in peace with anc and a ' . When time rins ro uud an ither year Wlia kenB gin we ' ll assemble a ' , Tho' lifes fair sea lies wavtkss now , Fate ' s angry tempest sune may blaw . 0 through the passing blink we ' ve here , Let kindness ever gie us law—Then to the lip fill liigh tlic cup , A guda new year I wish you a ' . There may be some vrha should be here Now wandering far ayont the wave , And some our inmost hearts held dear Cauld slumbering in the peaceful grave . Yet midst our glee we'll ne ' er forget , Tho' down our cheeks the tears may fa ' , To dvam w \« sweet , though niom-nfu' cup , To a' we love wha ' re now awa , 0 may the year whose dawn we greet , Outshine the brichtest e ' er we saw ; May fortune shower her favours sweet Round honest Poortith ' s ingles a '; May sacred Truth draw near her ain , Corruption hasten to her fa '; Then to the lip , fill high the cup— / A gude new year I wish you a ' .
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Strange Stouy—Erfurt , Dec . 21 . —Within the last two days , a crime has been discovered here , which strongly recalls the history of Casper Hauser . It appears , according to the account in the Cologne Gazette , that & young woman who had been for many years in the service of the government counsellor , Von Ehrenberg , and who had recently been married , informed her husband , that in the house of her late master , a female , about twenty-one years of age , had been shut up for years in a small dark room , and fed scantily on bread and water . Information was given to the police , who entered Von Ehrenbere's dwelling , aud led by his late servant found the unfortunate object she had spoken of . The poor creature , who was in a dreadful state , and who appeared scarcely human , is Ehreubern's own daughter by a first marriage . It is stated the unnatural author of her being had taken possession of some property which fell to her on the ^ death of her mother .
Ixtremd Conduct op a French ' . Guntlema . s . — Dbspkrate Attbmvx at Suicide in St . James ' s JL ' abk . On Tuesday afternoon , nbou 6 four o ' clock , a respectable dressed female , apparently about tliirtycight years of age , leapt into the ornamental water in the enclosure , immediately lacing the Horse Guards , An alarm was raised by several persons who witnessed the occurrence , and one of them , a French gentleman , divested himself of his coat , and dived in after her ; in a moment afterwards he appeared at the surface of the water with the female in his arms . Both were evidently in a exhausted state , and by this time a large number of persona had collected , and , \ vith some difficulty , they were Drought ashore . The female , who was quite insensible , was conveyed with the greatest promptitude-by the park-keepera to Westminster Hospital . Some hopes arc entertained of hor recovery . The gentleman was taken home in a cab .
Suicide axd Attempted Murder . —James Graingcr , a blacksmith , who was living with his wife in Stewart ' s Rents , Great Wild-street , Drury-lane , committed suicide , aud at the same time made a most desperate attempt to destroy his wife . On Christmas eve he returned homo from work , taking his wife only two shillings , although his wages amounted to about thirty shillings , and making some excuse to her to account for tho delicit , he left his lodging , for the purpose , he said of purchasing some Epsom salts . He , however , soon after-wards returned with two papers , containing , instead of Epsom salts , oxalic acid . The contents of those papers he dissolved in two seuaratc
cups of water , and bidding his wife drink one he drank off the other . Almost simultaneously with the act he exclaimed in an emphatic tone , "Oh , 1 have done it ! " The wife thereon becoming alarmed , refused the proffered cup , aud ran towards the door , calling for help , 'lie rushed after her in a frantic state , threw her violently on the Uud , and endeavouring to strangle her , cried in a most fearful voice , " You must die with me—no one shall possess you after my death . " The unfortunate woman eluded his violence , escaped from the room , and called for succour , when medical ami other assistance promptly arrived , but it did not prove effective , as tlic wretched man died on the following ( Christmas ) morning .
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———————^——THE CHRISTMAS FEAST . 'Tis high Yule-tide in Torksey hall : full many a trophy bedecks the wall Of prowess in field and wood ; Blent with the buckler and grouped with the spear flanp tusks of the boar , and horns of the doer Hut De Uiorold ' i- guests beheld nought there That scented of human Wood . The mighty wassail horn suspended From the tough yew-bow , at Hastings bended , Vfith wreaths of brightholly and ivy bound , Were perches for falcons that shrilly screamed ,
While their look with the lightning of anger gleamed , As they eluded the fawning of mastiff and hound , That crouched at the feet of each peasant guest , And asked , with their ejes , to share the feast . Sir Wilfrid ' s carren chair of state 'Ncath the dais is gently elevate , — But liis smile bespeaks no lordly pride : Sweet Edith sits by her loved sire ' s side , And five hundred guests , some free , some thrall , Sit by the tables along the wide hall , Each with his platter , aud stout drink-horn , — They count on good cheer this Christmas morn !
Not long they wait , not long they wish—The trumpet peals , —and the kingly dish , — The head of the brawny boar , Decked with rosemary and laurels gay , — Upstarting , they welcome , wilh loud huzza , As their fathers did , of yore ! And they point to the costard he bears in his mouthj And vow the huge pig , So luscious a fig , Would net gather to grunch in the daintiful South ! ******
Ham by fat capon , and beef by green worts ; Ven ' son from forest , and mutton from fold ; Srawn from the oak-wood , and hare from the wold ; Wild-jiooEe from fen , and tame from the lea ; And plumed dish from the heronry—With choicest apples ' twas featly riinmea , And stood next the flagons with malmsey brimmed , — Near the kni ghtly swan , begirt with quinces , Which the gossips said was a dish for princes , — Though his place was never to stand before The garnished head of the royal boar ! Puddings of plumbs and mince-pies , placed In plenty along tbe board , m « t taste Of gossip and maiden , —nor did they fail To sip , now and then , of the double brown ale—That ploughman and shephe . 'd vowed and sware Was each drop so racy , and sparkling and rare-No outlandish Rhenish could with it compare !
Trow ye they stayed till the meal was done To pledge a health ! Degenerate son Of friendly sires ! a health thrice told Each guest had pledged to fellowships old , — Untarrying eager mouth to wipe , , And across the board with hearty gripe Joining tough hands , —ere the meal was o ' er—Hearts and hands went with "healths" in the days of yore ; The meal is over , and now the " Wassail Bowl " crowns the board . The baron takes the lead in giving the " healths , " and then summons the minstrel to renew his songs . The minstrel responds with a tale of the crusades , entitled "Sir Raymond and the false Palmer , " which closes this canto . The fourth and last canto opens with " The Gosherd ' s Song . " We have next •? The Swineherd ' s Song , " and a very good song it is , but we must not quote it . Several other songs follow , including one by the
barons daughter , and a response by the minstrel lover , both of which are as sentimentally interesting as the most furnace-sighing lover could desire . At last the minstrel breaks out into an unmistakable avowal of his passion , and serious consequences are likely to be the result , for the baron is in no humour to be trifled with , when a sudden shriek of " deathful danger" directs the attention of all present to the struggles of the baron's ferryman , who is drowning in the Trent . The baron cries that whoever will save the man shall have any boon he desires , but without waiting for this promise , the minstrel has already plunged into the river and rescued the ferryman . The denouement may be guessed . The baron acts magnanimously , abides by his promise , tho two love-lorn ones are made happy , and thereby the happiness of all the others is increased . The poet thus concludes his story : — High was the feast , and rich the song , Tor many a day , that did prolong The weddinr-revrfrv
But more it needeth not to sing Of our fathers' festive revelling : — How will the dream agree With waking hours of famished throngs , Brooding on daily deepening wrongs—Astern reality!—With pictures , that exist in life , Of thousands waging direful strife With gaunt Starvation in the holds Where Mammon vauntingly unfolds His boasted banner of success ! Oh , that bruised hearts , in their distress , May meet with hearts whose bounteousness Helps them to keep their courage up , — " Bating no jot of heart or hope !" My suffering brothers 3 ttill your hope Hold fast , though hunger make ye droop ! Right—glorious Right—shall yet be done ! The toilers' boon shall yet be won ! Wrong from its fastness shall be hurled—The World shall be a happy world!—It snail be fitted with brother-men , — And merry Yule oft come again ! In the notes ( which are very interesting ) at the end of the poem , Mr . Coopbr states that although his " baron" is an imaginary character , not so is the name he has given to him . The Thorold family is the most ancient belonging to Lincolnshire . The Thorold ' s were men of power and renown even in the earliest times of the Ileptarchy . To his other information respecting this family Mr . Cooper has done well in adding the following : —
Sir John Thorold of Syston is now the chief representative of this Sdxon family ; but report says , that he delights to U > e abroad—rather than in the midst of his tenantry and dependants , to gladden the hearts of tho poor , and receive happiness from diffusing it among others , after the good example of his ancestors . We must not omit to mention that" The Baron ' s Yule Feast" is gracefully dedicated to the Countess of Blessington . The poem is embellished with a tastefully executed vignette representing a view of Torksey Castle . The work forms a most appropriate "ChristmasPresent , " or "New Yoar ' sGift ; " and is altogether such a mental "feast" as we can heartily recommend to our readers . We have now to introduce to our readers another specimen of Chartist poetry , entitled " A New Song , " sung at a late Chartist soiree at Dundee , a report , or notice of which appeared in lost Saturday ' s Shir . The singer of the song was also its composer , Mr . John M'Crea ; s long-tried and talented advocate of democracy , whose good services to the Radical and Chartist cause deserve to be remembered with honour : — A NEW SOXG . Tone— Woo ' d an' marriul an' a ' . The dark dreary month of December Was closing the year forty-five , When our Annual Soiree did assemble , To keep the good cauic still alive . The taxes , dull trade , and dear living , Were handled with sang , speech , and glee—For a while we forgot a * our slaving , And dream'd that wa yet might be free . But the morn when the wark-bells are ringing To muster the factory-slaves , The thought in our breast will be suringiug , We ' re robbed by a parcel of knaves . The rich and the noble in splendour Enjoy the sweet fruits of the soil—The drones hae got ease , wealth , and grandeur , While we hae got nothing but toil . They cry be content with your wages , Por this warld ' s goods dinna care—Yet despite a' the wealth they hae gotten , Tlu-y rob and oppress us for mair . Would Peel and the Duke fed contented , To toil at the anvil or loom ? Would the Queen and the Prince feel quite h » ppy , If they saw their meal-pock turn toom % We see now that nought can deliver The poor frae the great greedy elves , Unless we our fetters can sever , And set np to work for ourselves . Then cast off-. he chains of oppression , Let Liberty now be the word , Make them see that the might of the many Is stronger than musket orsword . Then cheer np my bonnie young lasses , And with your sweet voices demand , That the People ' s Petition and Charter May soon be the law of the land . Then ye will be wives free and happy , Your husbands will busk you fu' braw , When ance that the men of Dundee Have a voice in the making the law . And you that aie anlu wives and initliers , Come join in your voice wi' the lave , I ' m sure it can gie ye tma' pleasure To lie in the arms of a slave . For the chains and the feiters of bondage , The tyrants around you will draw , Till ance that us Radical cl . aps
Get a voice in the making the law . Then , hurrah ! for the march of the bondsmen , The honest , the bold , and the brave , The true , and the tried , and the faithful , That struggle their country to save . And down with all traitors and tyrants , Wo'll banish them baith great and sum ' , When ance that the men of Dundee Get a voice in the making the law . We know tlie men of Dundee well—better men tread not the soil of Britain ; we can well imagine , therefore , with what enthusiasm they would join tlic singer in pealing forth the above simple but bold awl lioncst song . The women of Dundee , too , are not one whit inferior to the men in sterling patriotism : all honour to them .
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Cutting it Sit 0 RT .-nen 7 yThe ^ ou ' rth 7 f France " , inavop ° or tr t ' . ° ° day llarai ' S ucd b > ' * & Si ? o 1 ) 0 W " ' : L fcsan with tiies « words , biie , when the great Scipioairived before Carthage th ^ ir Inlu " = ' T ' tllc ? b - v tllis introduction hat it would be . a long and tedious speech , and being desirous ot making the functionary sensibic of hs opinion interrupted him , saying " Si , when Scio o Kafi ^ ATiiibf Detkctkd -A watch was stolen in the pit of the opera in Pans . The loser complained in a loud voice , and said , "it is just nine ; inafewmir . utes my watch will strike : the sound is strong ! and by that means we will ascertain where itis . ' The t net , terrified at this , endeavoured to escapo , and thereby discovered himself .
Awkbmasic Wisdom . —An eminent member of the Board ot Aldermen was lately storing the mind of his son with useful knowledge respecting the public monuments ot the metropolis . " Observe my lad " said lie , " the three pillars which grace this city owe their origin to the three elements of lire , water and air . The Monument to fire , Nelson ' s to water and the Duke of York ' s to air . " " What had tho Duke to do with air ? " inquired the youth . " Boy , " replied the intelligent papa , " he was the heir apparent to the throne when lie died . " A Buttkred Sihrt . — " Why , Lord ha' mercy on us ! cried Molly Crabtree , who had been listening all along , and staring like an owl at twilight , during the successive strango recitals of the two old seai 3 ~^ n Matt , hew ever wear a buttered shirt , Tnlt ? or . , Ieav ? , ak « t ° " us the meaning on't !" llvat I will , ma ' am . " said Paul . t ., M ,. K ; nA ; o i . « +
m el hi it Ol o J > it P u n I " !* " f as gallantly as an admiral ; " you see ^ \ ^ during a severe engagement with the Dutchmen that Mat and 1 were ordered to the main-top-but hardly had we reached it , when a shot from the enemy cut our mainmast fairly in two , and hurled us both on the enemy s deck , in the midst of more than a hundred , heavy-bottomed Dutchmen ! ' To dream of fight , ing against such odds , ma ' am , you'll understand was , ot course , out of all question ; ss we quietly walked pur Indus , to the tune of ' donnerand blitzen * down below , to become closo prisoners under hatches . Now it so happened , d ' ye see , ma ' am , that the only fcllowl prisoners we found in tho bole where thev crammed us were cheeses and queer big tubs ; and we felt a natral'sort oi a curiosity to rummage about the hole , when lett in the dark by ourselves . Clambering up someo' these huge tubs at one end of the hole we botli lort looting together , and fell head over heels into the midst of something that was remarkably soft ; and there wo strucaled hard too—hut
; ' . P I j , ^ c 3 I twas all m vain , we could not flounder out—and so were content to remain closed up on all sides up to the neck , with just our heads bobbing out , and gasping tor breath . Shiver my timbers , if ever I was so pickled before or since ! At length the Dutchman was taken : and when some of our lads made their way into the dark hole where we were , we be « an to hear em . -Dreadnought a-hoy ! said Mat : 'the Union Jack a-hoy ! ' said I . ' Who ' s there , in the devils name ? ci-kd one : 'Why that ' s old Mat Hardcastle s growl—where the devil is lie ? ' said first one ot our lads and then another . And , as sure as you re there , ma ' am , " continued Paul , growing more polite and gallant as he proceeded . " what with nno
' ' ' ' ] i j ! "j noise and another , it wasn't until the lads haddriven their marlmg-spikes through almost every oask in the hole , that Mat and I were discovered up to the neck m one of the Dutchmen ' s big butter firkins . We were a good deal ashamed , ma'am , of course , being as how we were soaked to tke skin in the grease , tor it warmed as we stuck in it j and no doubt by its melting , we should ha' been able to have got out of it without help , if we had had to stay much'longer before we had been found . The worst of it was we could not get time to strip for some hours after and this made us both mighty uneasy , for many was the jokes that was passed upon us as to How we liked our buttered
; shirts . But Mat ' s heart was always light , all his life long ; and uo answered all who asked that saucy question , just as he puts by all sorrow now with Uutter your shirt ! Sing tantarara-bobus make slnlt ;—and ever since then Matthew has kept his saying ; and it is not a bad one , either , let me tell you , ma ' am ! what think ye ? ' ' concluded Paul Perkits , and took a stiffer pull at the grog than he had ever done that night , thinking that lie deserved it for his cleverness , and feeling himself entitled to a double pull because he had missed his turn by telling this yam . —Wise Saws and Mod-em Instances , by Thomas Cooper , the Chartist .
Civil List . —fhe money vofed for the expenses of the Sovereign ; and it is called tho Civil List , probably irom the civil manner in which it is granted by Parliament , —l ' unch . Coal Trade . Sec Slates . —There is a poetical legend that Cupid was formerly in the coal and potatoe line , for we are told , on good authority , that " 1 oung love lived once in an humble shed . "—Ibid . Common- Law . —The vmviritten or customary law , being that part of the law to which we have become reconciled by use , as the eels are to the process of skinmug . The Common Law is not good unless it is tounded on what no one can remember ; and this accounts for the lawyers being sometimes apt to forget themselves . Sir Mathew Hale says , the origin of the Commen Law is as undiscoverable as the head of the Nile ; but , considering the blackness of the subject , it would have been aa apter simile to have said the Niger . —Ibid ,
Likewise and Also . —Mr . J . once objected to the competency of a witness , alleging that he was non compos . The court granted ieave to test the matter . " Can you tell me , my friend , the difference between likewise , zn&aho ?"— "May be as ' oil I can , " replied the witness . "Go on , sir ; let us hear . "— "Well , you see as ' ou Colonel P . is a lawyer . " " Verr well , " said the counsel . " And you is a lawyer also . " — " Very well . " " Colonel P . is likewise a gentleman . " " Very well . " " But you is not likewise . " ine lawyer was dumb .
German-English . —About the year 1791 a German , recently imported into Bristol , had hanpoued to hear of Mrs . X ., a wealthy widow . lie thought it would be a good speculation to offer himself to the lady's notice , as well qualified to "succeed" the late Mr . X ., and , accordingly , waited on the lady with that intention . Having no great familiarity with English , hj provided himself with a copy of one of the Anglo-German dictionaries , and , on being announced to the lady , he determined to open his proposal with this introductory sentence : — " Madam , having heard that Mr . X ., late your husband , is dead ; " but , coming to the last word , " gestorben" ( dead ) , he was at a loss for the English equivalent , so , hastily pulling out his dictionary ( a
hugesvo . ) , he turned to the word " stcrbun" ( to die ) , and there he found ; but what ho found will be best collected frora the dialogue which followed , as reported by the huly : —German : " Madam , hahfing heard that Mein llerrX . Jate your man , is ( these words he kept chiming over , as if to himself , until he arrived at No . 1 of the interpretation of' sterben , ' when he roared out in high glee at h " s discovery ) , dat is , has kicked de bucket !" Widow ( with astonishment ) : " Kicked the bscket , sir ! What ! " German : " AIvl mem Gott ' . Alway Ich make mistake . I vou'd haaf said { beginning again with the same solemnity of tone ) , since dat Mum Hcrr X ., late your man , hav—¦ hopped
dc twig , " which words Uc screamed out with delight , certain that he had now hit the nail upon tho hoad . Widow : ' Upon my word , sir , I am at a loss to understand you— ' Kicked the bucket , ' and ' Hopped the twig ! '" German ( perspiring with panic ) : " Ah , madam ! yon , two , tree , ten tousand pardon ; dat sad , wicked dictionary 1 haaf , dat alway bring me in trouble ; but no > v you shall hear ; " aud then , recomposing himself solemnly for a third effort , he began as before , " Madam , since I did hear , or wash hoaring , dat Mein Uerr X ., late your man , haaf—( with a triumphant shout )—haaf , I say , gone to Davy's locker" Further he would " have gone , but the widow could stand no more .
Corsicax Vexgeaxce . —The Court of Assize of Bastia , m Corsica , was occupied on the 9 th and 10 th hist ., with the trial of a beautiful girl , little more than 20 years of age , for murder . The circumstances of the case were as follow : —Fiordispina Gadovani , the prisoner , had been seduced by a young man , named Franchi , who had promised lvcr marriage , and who , on the birth of a child , appeared disposed to fulfil his promise , but the child having died , he abandoned his victim , and added to his atrocity by stating that she had been intimate with other men . He even made proposals to a bandit named Battini , that he should avow himself to be the lather of the child , but the bandit rejected them with indignation , and declared that Franchi should die by his hand if he repeated his calumnies against Fioulismna . On
the l'ith of June last the girl went to the euro of tlic village in wkich she resided , and . entreated him to use his efforts to induce Franchi to restore her honour and that of her family . The cure complied with her request , bnt was unsuccessful . In the evening of the 26 th , as Franchi was standing by the side cf some young men who were playing at cards in the open air , the report of a pistol was hoard , and Franehi fell , exclaiming , " I am killed . " Fiordispina was standing before his body , with the discharged pistol in her hand . " So much , " said she , "for perjurers and calumniators . " r-ranchi survived his wounds more than a month , and to the last persisted in his calumny . She was declared guilty of murder under strong provocation , and with extenuating circumstances , and was sentenced only ta thirty months' imprisonment .
Sixovur AtiACUMcsT . —At Como of Torridon , ou on the 4 th ult ., a Mr . Murdoch , a nitiveof Ayr , died , after a residence of thirty years . On hearing of his demise , a number of relations came from Tolly to carry away liis remains ; but the Highlanders earcc ^— . ^ forth en memi , armed with bludgeons , exclaimiHj ^^ J 5 F < jfN " He has been one of ourselves these thirfc ^ seajis ^^ g . ^? j ' and we will not part with him ! " They accgitfiin&fjp' < $ 'tfy FA took lliu body by force to Domic , and aftcn ^' rife ^ 3 ^^ jv .,, ., . ' «" terred it in their own lonely churchyard of A ^ ftti ^ V ;^ , ' . '' - '; /; , ^; i" 3 Inverness Courier , ^ feS ' > , ' - '' : '''" '' ' - j& tD ¥ p ' - ^ y- *" .: iC ^ ommgM
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. viY U . HYMIKG bbbthrrs , —xou must nave long icit , with me , the want of a collection of patriotic minstrelsy , that could be used in our public meetings for congregational singing . Such a collection has been partly executed at Leicester , and has been sometime in use there . I also composed a dozen little lyrics in prison , and we are in the habit of singing theae in London . I propose now , however , to get up a more complete volume , to include songs and hymns , that all tastes may be suited . They will include my own " People-Songs , " with some additional ones not yet printed ; and the composers of tho Leicester Shaksperean Chartist * Hymn Book , I make no doubt , > vill allow rae to select , copiously , frora their collection . Let me entreat you all , wherever you reside , to contribute . Ssnd me anything you have , whether songs or hymns ; but , let it be fully understood , that [ have license to reject the whole , or any part , of what you send . There must be one judge of the fitness of the pieces ; for , if this business u « left to many , there might be some difficulty in determining what t < i insert , and what to reject , and the collection might be a mere hodge-podge besides . 1 propose that the price be about one s ' nllinj , and that the profits ( if any ) be divided between tue Veteran Patriots' and Exiles' Widows' and Children ' s Funds . I trust that every one who possesses any degree of a poet's nature , and prides himself on the name of Chartist , will be forward to contribute . Only let the pieces be of the genuine stamp ; let them have soul and broad truth in them ; and let me have them without delay . Your true brother , Thomas Cooper . 131 , Blackfriars-road , London .
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The " Cricket on the Hearth" necessarily occupied so nuch of our space last week , as to leave us no room for several choice scraps of poetry , which we had lesignedto form part of onr "Garland ; " added to Pthich , we have this week received Mr . Cooper ' s Christmas Poem . We are , therefore , induced to give t . Supplementary " Garland , " or , " New Year ' s Vreath , " which we hope to make acceptable to our eaders . Mr . Cooper's poem , of course , claims our first ttention ; we shall , therefore , at once introduce onr eadersto
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Northern Star (1837-1852), Jan. 3, 1846, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1348/page/3/
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