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THE MAX WHO SLEW WAT TILER . . 4 te dinner of the Worshipful Company of Fish A ™ „ ^ jay 2 C , his Excellency , the American Min ^" - ^ fflnlimented that " ancient corporation" for num i 5 t * n among members " The Man ivho dew Wat Tyler . ' The people's leader faced the kina , The Commons' right he pleaded ; A scurry knave broke through the ring , \ nd stab'd him , basely hedid . Here , Fishmonger ! a word with you ; Sow , man 1 don't burst your biler , But own a gallows was the dne Of him who slew Wat Tyler .
'Literaturelet ' s Lope that your fishmongrel Co . nave other ground of glory ; For Walworth's was a coward blow , — Read e ' en Hume ' s courtly story . You Yankee Nigger-driver , you Just barken to a riler ; Anu conscience flog you not a few : YovrfeUmv slew Wat Tyler . let honest freemen scorn the slave , Why stabb'd the people ' s leader ; But double loathing brand the knave , Who plays assassin ' s pleader ! "When slavering lies can damn the True , And Tile he saved by "Viler , Then , Yankee Snob ! we ' ll praise , with you , The man who slew Wat Tyler . Spabtaccs
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SOSG OF THE SERF . i . Revel on ! revel on in your old stone tower , And smile as you will at your ancient power . Aye ! pour out the wine and blaspheme God , While you crush his image to the sod ! In vain do you lift the serried steel , For the thunder roars with a bursting peal , And the lightning flashes in and out , With a langh and a groan and a giant shout , Bo ye think that the ateel shall destroy its power In the fearful rout of the coming hour ?
ii Bevel on ! revel on ! we have waited long , And writhed like a worm under feudal wrong , We have fed your veins with the strength of ours . We hare built with oar groans your iron towers : Eat a stern , deep voice comes rushing down like the voice of God with a " Woe to the Crown ;' We have heard the mighty music roll like a surging sea through the Tassal's soul ; And an answer sweeps through the troubled night , With a shout for tho voice and a shout for the Right
Bevel on 2 revel on ! while yet yoa may ! Glitter on ! glitter on ! in your bright array ! Hear ye not ! hear ye not through your marble arch , The iron tramp of the Million's march ? See ye not that the flame of our vengeance playa . In your hall like a Tolcan ' s lurid blaze" When the earthquake wakes in a giant-start , And breaks the chain which has bound its heart ! IV . Itevel on ! revel on ! in your olden power , For we bide with a smile the coming hour ! Oh ! God-like aoul ; you may struggle long And wearily wrestle—through woe and wrong-But the rainbow bright of hurrying yeara "Will be woven at last from a nation ' s tears"When the storms have rolled and the fire o God Hath blazed in its might o ' er the darkling sod .
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In an a ; e when independence of principle consists in having no principle on which to depend , and free-thinking , not in thinking &ee 5 j , but in being free from thinking;—ia an age when men will hold any thing except their tongues , keep anything except their word , and lose nothing patiently , except their character ; to improve such an age mnst be difficult , to instruct it dangerous ; and be stands no chance of amending it who cannot at the same time amuse it A BATCH ~ OF BOOKS !
InE Mystery of the Daxube . By David TJrquhatt , Esq ., M . P . London : Bradbury and Evans . Whatever may be thought of Mr . TJrquhart ' s sentiments , his talents , and the earnest sincerity with which lie has devoted them to advance his views , must command respect . He is pretty generall y known as the zealous opponent of Russian ambition , snd in the work under notice , he reviews our diplomatic , commercial , and political policy , with regard to that grim and gigantic power , the barbarian of the North ! This is becoming a question of most vital import , even to those who are not the advocates of Democracy , and who sink the idea of Humanity's advancement in that of the progress and
profit of Trade . Enssia is laying her mighty hands on the strongholds of Europe , with such alarming swiftness and subtlety , that England may well fear her constant advances , and wonder what will be the next aggression . Poland , so rich , and fertile by nature , is like a wilderness ; her golden grain and luscious wealth of fruits , are trodden and trampled beneath the grinding hoof of Russian oppression . Hungary lies crushed and bleeding ; the Danubian Principalities are fettered ; and the export trade of Turkey arrested ; and uale 3 S England comes out of the unholy pact , gathers up her strength , and joins the warriors for Freedom , she herself will fall before this Mammoth Tyranny . This book of Mr . TJrquhart ' s is another warning , "Will she take heed in time ?
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Verdicts . London : Effingham Wilson . Coleridge relates that he was once standing gazing on a glorious scene of the mountains of Scotland . All around was solemn and grand ; the silver mists of morning were rolling up like a crown of glory on the lofty brow of an old mountain that stood in the magnificence of morning , worshipping in its religion of silence ! At some distance a waterfall came leaping over the rocks in sparkling splendour as of a thousand lightnings , and dashed down in thunderdown , down , from ledge to ledge—until , its bubbling gurgling merriment , ran through the green grasses and the mosses of the glen with endless laughter ~~
, ^ fc— ^ — — £ ^ - — ^— — ^»— ^^ w ^ w ^» ** 4 HhBV V ^ tf ¦ ^ u ith an adoring spirit he silently drank in , as with a myriad senses , the rich draughts of pleasure which nature gives with such silent magnanimit y , when , suddenly , the wondrous charm was broken by a voice at his side , exclaiming , ' It ' s werry pretty , ain't it , sir ? ' It proceeded from a Cockney Tourist , who Bad thus criticised that scene . Some such feeling as Coleridge must then have experienced we felt on leading these' Verdicts' on the Poets . In both cases , the heroes are nameless , and their critical powers are on an equality . This author has not the remotest sense of rythm nor melody ; and yet he dares to croak like a very raven about divinely melodious Shelley . Hear him I—
This was Truth's most true follower , awl dared to obey , All his thought dreamed it e ' er heard her holy lips say ; So he swept , in her name , all foul things from his path , With a love for all right that to all wrong grew wrath , That drove him strange frenzy and wild words to deal On deceits , with a fierceness 'twas strange be could feel ; let not strange . He has neither wit , sarcasm , nor analytical power ; and yet he presumes to judge of the great Poets of this century , and award his ' Verdict . ' There are geniuses who cannot move without making music , and there are animals who make a clatter with tin kettles tied to their tails ! Header , draw \ our own inference .
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A Life or Nicolo Pagamsi . By Giancarlo Conestible . Perugia . 8 to . « vno has not heard of Paganini and his marvellous Performance on the -violin 1 Doubtless some of our heade rs may remember the furore which he created in England , and some will have seen that weird figure , with its
long black hair , skeleton-like hands , and wa-like fingers , and those eyes , li ghted with snch wrange fire . For ourselves we have only heard of ^ ese things , and of the wondrous effects of his Playing . How the amateur tympanum and catgut torturers went home from listening to his pasrionate t i ormance t 0 smash their instruments and give up ul flaspair , while others averred that it was some wauiug Epirit they heard in the unearthlv snnnrf .
St . e c ° uld evoke - We learn from thia work "« i ' agamni was bora at Genoa , in the year 1784 pother is said to have been a lover of music , and " one occasion addressed her son thus : —• My son lif'Si ' ST b ™* musician '? for an * %£ C r , wth bcanty > appeared to me this night Ind Ju b jt aned to the JnjS I made him . I ^ gj £ theaXi , ^ . ecome the I fir 8 t of ^ olinists , and 23 ft pr rH ifc 8 ha ! be 80 - ' *» endof he fiSiTiw ^ ? ° T ? . asked ^ * wit « nf i . "ganun , when herepled , < I have e Pt onl y three time 3 in my life ; thefirat time whin
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my first opera fell to the ground on the first representation ; the second , when being out in a boat with some friends , a truffled turkey we were to have eaten fell into the water ; and the tWrd when I heard Paganini for the first time . ' Paganini was very superstitious , and it is said that he believed the aoul of his mother to be shut up in his instrument . It was at Lucca that he first played on the immortal one string . He was director of the opera at that place
and was frequently called upon to play before the court . _ The Princess Eliza always retired before the conclusion , because , as she said , the harmonious sounds of his violin agitated her nerves too keenly . Here he fell in love with a lad y whom he promised to surprise , and on the day of the concert , he entered with an instrument which had but two strings . He played a brilliant scena , which was woudrously successful . The Princess Eliza said to him You have
done the impossible with two strings , would not one suffice V He promised to try , the idea haunted his mind , and at length , having composed a sonata , he attempted the one string , and his success far outstripped his own expectations . "We shall not have space to follow him through his marvellous career . He was onco asked how he produced his wonderful effects , when he replied , smiling , 'Every one has his secrets , my dear sir . ' He came to England in 1831 ,
and his tour through the country was a series of astounding triumphs . The most exorbitant prices were paid for admission to his concerts . This magic tickler of the Cremona also managed to tickle immense sums of money out of the people wherever he went . He died May 27 th , 1840 , leaving a large fortune , This book , beside its value as a biography , and a fall and complete collection of Paganiniana , contains a good account of the state of music in Italv at the period of which it treats !
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Poems and Songs of Pierre Dupoot . Second Edition . Paris : Gamier Brothers , 1851 . We noticed these poems and lyrics in the ' Friend of the People ; ' but , as many of our readers were not subscribers to that serial , we would make a few remarks here respecting this poet of the people . Dupont is a working man and a Socialist . He shares the love and admiration of his countrymen , even with Beranger himself ; indeed , he is next of kin to that poet , and sits at his right hand on his proud eminence in the heart of his nation . Dupont is a singer of nature ' s own grand crowning , and is essentially the poet of the hour . He sings , and France listens !
Pierre Dupont is the Burns of France , and fills the position in its literature ¦ which the glorious llossgiel ploughman so nobly fills in ours . He is as yet but thirty-one yeara of age , having been born in 1821 . His father and mother were hard-working people , and he is proud to own his ancient and honourable pedigree of Toil . His first songs were rural and love Iyric 3—he is devotedly attached to the country . His song of' The Oxen' first made him famous ; but he has written some of the finest political songs of our epoch ; he soon began to yearn to work , and do his part in the redemption of the time , bo his Republicanism and Socialism burst into song . Before the
Revolution of 1848 , he had written his celebrated 'Song of Bread' one day when bread was dear , also his splendid ' Song of the Workers . ' With the Kevolution his voice rang out clear and melodiously in its tyrant « quailing demand for Freedom and Right-Liberty , Equality , and Fraternity . Pierre Dupont is very popular amongst the workmen . He frequently sings his own songs * o his own music amo ' u ^ s ! them with marvellous and electrical effect . Lately , M Achille Jubinal , of Paris , gave a soiree to celebrate
the release of the poet , whom he had been successful in freeing from the prison where Bonaparto had cast him . Here Dupont sang his latest compositions—the Sapins , ' the ' Tonneaux , ' &c , which are said to be marvellous poems . All who know him speak of him as a true and fiery-hearted man , and a higli-natured , generous fellow . A friend of ours promised us to render into English , for the benefit of our readers , some of tho beautiful and melodious lyrics of Pierre Dupont ; may we here remind him of his kind offer , and express a hope that ho will redeem his promise ?
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Zisgka the GirsT . B y Annette Maria Maillard . London ; G . Routledge , 2 , Farringdon-street . To any person who may be fond of reading a tale of stirring interest , full of warring passions , and not tedious with attempts at description , and hysterical clutches at the sublime , wo can promise a rich treat in the reading of this Zingra the Gipsy . Zingra , tho heroine , is a glorious creature ; we never saw such a gipsy , and are glad to have met with such a one as we find here drawn , living with flesh-and-blood distinctness , a magnificent child of nature ! Wild as the woods , pure as the sky , and noble as love can make those on whom it drops its crown of all Humanity . She is the central sun of attraction in the novel , and the other characters are naturally made io revolve
around her naturally . "We do not think so much of Rendall Field—he is too imbecile ; we could have almost wished that some brave true heart had borne her out of his hands , and revenged us on his weakness and lazy procrastination . Julia Aldridge is a character from the life , with her shallow babbling beauty , which , like a shallow river , arrests the impetuous plunge of the daring lovor , and leaves him stunned on its cold stoney bottom . Brunt is finel y drawn—how noble and radiant his unrequited eternal love shines out through the great and glorious spirit of self-sacrifice . Altogether , the work is full of motion and vitality , and one of the very best issued by Mr . Routledge in his shilling library . The name of the authoress is quite new to us . If this be her first work , we can only say it promises veil .
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The Triumph ! or the Coming Age of Christianity . Edited by J . M . Morgan . London : Longman , Brown , Green , and Longmans . The work , rejoicing in this magnificent title , consists of selections from authors , chiefly religious and philosophical , illustrating the necessity of early and consistent training of children ; also the necessity of an undivided interest amongst all the members of society , and is collected by Minter Morgan . Among other authors Shakespeare , Cowper , Shelley , and Baxter aro largely drawn upon ; and Mr . Morgan
mmselt contributes a considerable portion of the work . It is not calculated to advance the fame of the author of the 'Revolt of the Bees , ' and « Hampden in the nineteenth Century ; ' but , he has himself castrated his own works , and made an Eunuch of his Socialism . Mr . Morgan is now a Church of England Socialist ! We cannot hel p thinking that established Socialism and the Established Church will not b " a in existence on the same day . There are some good things in the book , a few of which we may quote hereafter .
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A Grammah or the Hungarian Language , with Ap . propriateExercises , a Copious Vocabulary and Specimens of Hungarian Poetry . By Sigismund Wekey . Late Aide-de-Camp to Kossuth . London : Trelawney Saunders , 6 , Charing Cross . This , we believe , is the first Hungarian Grammar published in England ; and a friend assures us that it is clear , concise , and luminous—in every way a trustworthy guide , and a firstrate book . This will afford a splendid opportunity for those who wish to learn the noble Hungarian language , as there are Hungarian
Refugees competent to teach it , and with the aid of this grammar it might speedily be spoken . Even where this is impracticable , the student might acquire a knowledge of the language , which would enable him to converse with its master-minds , and open up to him rich stores of an unexplored and almost unknown literature . Tho Hungarian tongue is wealthy in traditions and poetry , and would gloriously repay the outlay of timein learning it . The book is perspicuously arranged , beautifull y priuted , and contains Bome capital specimens of Hu ngarian poetry .
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Confessions of a Workman . B y Emile Souvestre . Paris . Our readers will have heard of that favourite illustration of the' Times ' regarding Communism , in which it relates how a patriotic French workman , calling a company of ouvriers round him , tore up his blouse into strips , and distributing them to the crowd , remarked , triumphantly , 'that my friends ia Communisim . ' Somewhat akin to this logicis the
, moral of this book which is directed against Socialism . The author would have us to make the best of things as they are , in order that they may remain so , and seems to think that honest pushing industry may do pretty well in the world , bad as it is . He reminds us of John Cassel , who would have men become Teatotollera for the purpose of eking out their means , to make ends meet , and thus become contented with our present state of societary . Why , our taskmasters
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could wish for nothing better . For ourselves we would not lend a hand to prevent an explosion of the whole system to-morrow !
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The Bedouin and other Poems . By T . W Wood , Esq ., !! London : Hope and Co . " , Poetry must be exquisite , or it is nothing . If a man can throw up two or three ideas , or even half a dozen , as the Juggler does his brass balls , he , now-adaye , seta up for a Poet ; but this slei ght of hand is not poetry . Poetry is something which could not have been uttered in prose , it bubbles from the soul into music as naturally as rich notes flow from the
skylark . It speaks in no other language than that of songfulness . Now , there is nothiug in this volume which might not have been uttered in prose . There is no originality—no new ideas—nor combinations of ideas , and neither inspiration nor aspiration . Mr , Wood is not a . Poet , onl y a Poetaster ! There are thousands such fringing wretched prose with indifferent rhyme at this moment in England . Melancholy thought !
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Claret and Olives , from the Garonne to the Rhone ; or , Notes , Social , Picturesque , and Legendary by the Way . By A . B . Reach . Bogue , Fleet-street . Angus B . Reach is a merry , witty , interesting writer , somewhat of the Albert Smith school , and is sure to write an interesting book , no matter what the subject may be . He has written in all kinds of literaturefrom the magazine article to the drama for the stage . Some few years since he joined the ' Morning Chronicle' newspaper , and was engaged to write that portion of ' Labour and the Poor' consisting of the manufacturing and mining districts of England . He also wrote thirty letters on the state of A griculture
, &c ., in France . The present work consists of some of those letters expanded and reprinted , together with other interesting notes , observations , and descriptions , which remained in his mind for future working up . He is a frank , honest , and pleasant fellow , who tells you what he has seen , and gives you his real impressions without any cant , rant , or « throwing the hatchet . ' He has a quick perception of the picturesque , happy traits and touches , shrewd insight , and a searching spirit of observation . His book abounds in naive humour and pictorial descriptions , and is
rich in anecdote and legendary lore . He . visited Jasmin , the provincial Poet , that fina specimen and glorious remnant of the old Troubadours ,. and his description of the Bard , his manners , and his poetry , is one of the best chapters in the book . He visited the Poet Reboul , who is a baker at Nismes , and lives by selling rolls , but he was from hora ^ He translates the following characteristic couplets of the Poet ' s , on that city of the crusades , Aigues-Mortes : — See , from the stilly waters , and above the sleepy swamp "Where , steaming up , the fever-fog rolls grim , and grey , and damp :
How the holy , royal city—Aigue 3 . Mortes , that silent town , Looms like the ghost of Greatness , and of Pride that ' a been pulled down . See how its twenty silent towors , with nothing to defend , Stand up like ancient coffins , all grimly set on eud ; With ruins all around them , for , sleeping and at rest , Lies the life of that old city , like a dead owl in its neat-Like the shrunken , sodden body , so ghastly and so pale , Of a warrior who has died , and who has rotted in bia mail-Like the grimly-twisted corpse of a nun within her pall , Whom they bound , and gagged , and built , all living , in a wall .
Our author was considerably disappointed with the vine districts , and the following does certainly take the poetry out of the" vintage : — The process of wine-making is universal in France . Now , very venerable and decidedly picturesque as is tho prooess of wine-treading , it is unquestionably rather a filthy one ; and the spectacle of great brown horny feet , not a whit too clean , splashing and sprawling in the bubbling juico , conveys at first sight a qualmy species of feeling , which , however , seems only to be entertained by those to whom the Bight i 3 new . I looked dreadfully askance at the operation
when I first came across it ; and when I was invited—by a , lady , too—to taste the juice , of which she caught up a glassful , a certain uncomfortable feeling of the inward man warred terribly against politeness . But nobody around seemed to be in the least squeamish ; Often and often did I see one of the heroes of the tub walk quietly over a dunghill , and then jump—barefooted , of course , as he was—into the juice ; and even a vigilant proprietor , who was particularly careful that no bad grapes went into the tub , made no objeetjM | \ YeTuust conclude with the following comic description of a wholo population on stilts : —
The novelty of a population upon stilts—men , women , and children , spurning the ground , and living habitually four or five feet higher than the rest of mankind—irresistibly takes the imagination , and I leant anxiously from the carriage to catch the first glimpse of a Landean in his native style . I looked long in vain . At last I was gratified ; as the train passed not very quickly along a jungle of bushes and coppice-wood , a black , shaggy figure rose above it , as if he were standing upon the ends of the twigs . The effect was quite eldritch . We saw him but as a vision , but the high coniole hat with broad brims , like Mother Red-oap ' s , the swarthy , bearded face , and the rough , dirty , sheep-skin , which hung fleeoily from the shoulders of the apparition , haunted me . He wa 8 come and gone , and that was all .
Presently , however , the natives began to heave in eight in sufficient profusion . There were three gigantic looking figures stalking together across an expanse of dusky heath . I thought them men , and rather tall ones ; but my companions , more accustomed to the sight , said they were boys on comparatively short stilts , herding tho sheep , which were scattered like little greyish stones all over the waste . Anon , near a cottage , we saw a woman , in dark , coarse clothes , with shortish petticoats , sauntering almost four feet from the ground , and next beheld at a distance , and on the summit of a sand-ridge , relioved against the sky , three
figures , each leaning back , and supported , as it seemed , not only by two ' jdaddy long-legB ' limbs , but by a third which appeared to grow out of the small of their backs . The phenomenon was promptly explained by my bloused cicerone , who seemed to feel especial pleasure at my interest in the matter . The third leg was a pole or staff the peoplo carry , with a new moon-shaped crutch at the top , which , applied to the back , serves as a capital prop . With his legs spread out , and his back stay firmly pitobed , the shepherd of the Landes feels as much at home as you would in the easiest of easy chaire .
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BOOKS AND PERIODICALS RECEIVED . The Fobtmss of Komasou ( Couorh ) During tho \ 7 ar of Independence in Hungary in 184849 . By Colonel Sigismund Thaly . London : James Madden , 8 , Leadenhall-street . Songs ahd Poems of Pierbb Dupont . Second Edition . Paris : OarnierBrothers . Claeei and Oliveb . By A . B . Reaoh . London : Bogue , Fleet-street . Tub Roman . Second Edition . London ; Bentley . Lowkix ' s Pobms . Boston : Tioknor aud Co . Bonos of Labour . By \ 7 hittier . Boston : Ticknor and Co . London : John Chapman . Thb Triumph ! ob tub Coming Aob of Christianitt . London : Longman , Brown , Green , and Longmans . Thb Mtbibry of thb Dan dbe . By David Urquhart , Esq ., M . P . London : Bradbury and Evans . Life of N . Paoanini . Perugia , 1851 . Thb Bbdouin and otheb Poems . By T . Wood , Esq .
London : Hope and Co . The Bible and the Working Classes , By Alexander Wallace . Edinburgh . London ; Hamilton , Adams and Co . Dr . Skblton ' s Family Medical Adviser , London : Watson . Thb Republic , edited by W . J . Linton . London : Watson . Sermons by the Rev . Charles Kingsley . London , Griffin , Baker-atreet . Dr . Skelton ' 8 Botanic Record . London : Wafcon ;
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SHORT SKETCHES . Richard Codden , M . P . Cobden was born at Midhurst , Sussex , in the year 1800 ; his father waa a small farmer , aud Cobden left home early in life to serve in a London warehouse ; if we are not mistaken , it was that of the Messrs . Lyddiard , Friday-street , City . Here he rose rapidly , and by his energy and skill was soon enabled to commence business for himself . Thia he did in partnership with Messrs . Sherriff and Foster , Lancashire . In this concern he soon won a reputation for producing more tasteful styles in printed cottons than most of the Manchester houses , which brought great prosperity of trade . In his leisure hours he found time to write a pamphlet entitled
" England , Ireland , and America , " and one on " Russia , " which attracted some attention at the time . These con * tained the rudiments of his " Free Trade , " and when the struggle for the abolition of the Corn-laws began , he was looked up to as the chief . Though , we believe , that both Colonel Thompson and Ebenezer Elliott , did more than even Mr . Cobden in fighting that battle with the land monopoly . The first place whichretnrnedMr . Cobden was Stockport , which he represented ia 1841 , and afterwards B » t for the West Riding of Yorkshire . After the contest for Free Trade , the friends of Mr . Cobden got up a subscription which amounted to more than £ 70 , 000 , and was handed over to him as a testimonial to his services . He is essentially the representative of the spirit of trade and the middle olasaes . No man so well understands them ; he is just the measure of their ideas ; just the level of their aspirations ; just the orator for their exponent ; this is the secret of his success . He will be remembered as one of the prominent actors in
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humanity / s passage through the terviblc phase of unlimited competition ; but not for largeness of heart , brain , or aim nor will his name be written on the page of history side bv side with those of the martyr 3 , saints , heroes , aud saviours of humanity . ura
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"William Aytouk . Though not so generally known as Mr . Cobden , we cannot do better than place Aytoun here following him , as he is the very antipode of that Free Trader , andono of the greatest opponents of Free Trade . He is a member of the Edinburgh bar , and has been for years ^ a contributor to " Blackwood ' s Magazine , " and now occupies its editorial chair , so regally filled for years past by Professor Wilson . At the " time of the railway mania , he wrote a series of papers descriptive of the doings at the Edinburgh Capel Court , full of felicitous fun and broad Scotch humour . In many a page of stinging prose , and satiric verse , has he hurled his shafts at the
Manchester School ! but that is not to be pierced by the arrow of wit or the sword of sarcasm , it—liko Achilleshas but one vulnerable spot , and that is the breeches pocket ! Xathless , Aytoun dashes at it wilh a bravery worthy of a better cause than that of the old Protection . He is the author of a biography of Richard Ccour de Lion ; but lug principal work is the " Lays of the Cavaliers , " in which be proves himself ono of the greatest masters of rhythm indeed , be is unequalled , save by Maoauley , in the artifices ot vevse . About three years since he married one of the daughters of glorious old Christopher . He is now the Professor of Bkllks Lbttrtss in the Edinburgh University .
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George Dawson . This popular lecturer was born in 1821 , in the parish of St . Pancras , London . His father wa 3 the conductor of an academy on an extensive scale , and from him ho received his early education , after which , he went to the University of Glasgow , and after the usual course of study , took tho degree of Master of Arts . Ho was intended for the ministry of the Nonconformists , and was early a diBSenter 83 the congregation can testify , before whom he onco expounded rank heterodoxy to their pious horror ; this was when he was a very youthful aspirant for theological honours , we think at Bushey . At length an opening occurring , he became the ministor of Mount Zion Chapel Birmingham , in 1814 . Since that time there has been a split in the old congregation , and the majority having seceded with the preacher , a subscription was commenced
tov the erection of a new ch » pel , and in 1847 , the Church of the Saviour was opened , for Mr . Dawson ' s ministry of the beautiful . George Dawson has written comparatively little , but is well known as a literary lecturer ; perhaps no man of tho present day has attainod so early and so general a fame . He was for sometime a writer in the" Binning , ham Mercury . " As a lecturer , George Dawson is unapproacnable . His brilliant wit , his conversational Btyle , easy manner , and rich proverbial lore , combine to muke him the most popular of our preaohers . His voice is not musical , yet hag it a peculiar homely charm ; his eyes are fine , deep set , dark , and piercing ; his head is large and well-forraed , but does not show to advantage , as he woars the hair partodin tho middle ; nevertheless , it is a feast for a Phrenologist . lie boldly avows himsolf a Chartist and is getting on towards Socialism . If the middle classes do not profit by the teachings of Georpo Dawson , then are they lost indeed .
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Gottfried Kinkel . Kinkel , tha German patriot , was born at Oberoassel near Bonn ; he was ! or'G of that country ' s glorious student band , so celebrated for their love of the fatherland , and their devotedness in its defence , He was originally destined for the church , and having distinguished himself in various branohes of learning , he was appointed profossor of Theology in the University of Bonn . But the revolution of 1848 came with its uprising of the long oppressed peoples , and with it wreck of tbronea and dynasties , and Kinkel joined the Democratic party . lie was elected a member of the Prussian National Assembly , and took his Beat on the extreme left . After its dissolution , he ioined the insurrection at Baden , which , by this time , had become the theatre of a sanguinary struggle . Ho fought at the battle of Muggensturn , whero he was wounded , and we have heard that , the person who picked him up when wounded , was Joseph Moll , the German Democrat who
was well known some time since as a member of the Fraternal Democrats . Unhappily , poor Moll , than w hom a braver man never trod this earth , was himself slain . It is known that he was badly wounded ; but it is doubtful whether he died of his wound , or was subsequently murdorcd by the Prussians , who brutally hutchered great numbers of wounded prisoners . Kinkel was taken prisoner , but being a man of mark , was brouhgt before a court martial and condemned to death . His sentence was commuted to hard labour for life in a common workhouse He was afterwards Bhut up in the fortress of Spandau , from which he was enabled to escape by the aid of his noble wife and a gallant youth named Charles Sohurz , who ventures his own life , heroically to save Kinkel , and fled with his family to England . He has since resided at St . John's Wood . save the time occupied in his American tour , with the object of proselytising and obtaining monies for the future revolution . Kinkel ia popular as a poet in his own country , and an author of considerable fame ,
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THE COUNTESS OF RUDOLSTADT . [ Sequel to " Consuelo . " ] Bx George Sand . THE DOCTOR ' S REVELATIONS . Such was tho fatigue and hunger which Consuelo expenonced that she had scarcely reached her own apartment when she fainted . When she recovered , eho found herself attended by the little doctor with the black mask , who had formerly been her travelling companion , Tho doctor intimated to Consuelo hi 3 intention of euppmg with her . When supper had been served , ho , to the consternation of Mattous , removed his mask , and laid it on the table , saying"To the deuce with this child ' s play , which hinders me from breathing , and from tasting the flavour of what I Gilti !
Consuelo started , on recopisin ? Dr . Supperville , tho physician who had attended Count Albert on his death bed . Without being at all disconcerted , he proceeded to satisfy his gluttonous appetite . When he had accomplished this feat , he drew his ehair near to that of Consuelo , and told S ' na low y . olc , e < thftt he bad somo important facts to oommunicato to her . Fearing a enare , Consuelo replied that she had no desire to know them ; but her reserve only provoked Suppervillo ' laughter . There was , ho said a conspiracy organised for the purpose of making Consuelo believe that Albert de Rudolstadt was really living ; and for inducing her to reoeiye as a husband a certain Tr smegntiis , who resembled Albert , in order to obtain possession of tho Rudolstadt estates . *
"Tho Invisibles , "' added the dootor , " are the conductpra of thia conspiraoy ; and they will leave no means untried to persuade you that Count Albert has grown two inches , and has acquired a fresh and florid complexion in his coffin . But I hear Matteus coming ; he is an honest fellow , andsuspeota nothing . I will now retire ; I havo said all ; and having nothing more to detain me here I shall quit the caatle in an hour . " ' Thus saying , he replaced hia mask , bowed profoundly and departed . Agitated by what she had heard , Consueld retired to her chamber ; but it was long before she found repose in sleep .
THE ROBIN AGAIN ' . CONFESSION . Consuelo could not , on the morrow , bring herself to believe that the mysterious men , of whom she had imagined and hoped such great things , could be the ignoble plotters Bupperville had reported them to be . Was i ! absolutely impossible that Albert could really bo alive ? This reflection gave rise in Consuelo ' e mind to a train of melanoholy thoughts , from which she was aroused by a slight noise and the brush of a light wing on her shoulder , and sha uttered an exolamation of surprise and joy as she saw a pretty robin fly into her room and approach her without fear . After a few moments of reserve he consented to take from her hand " ^
a fly . "Isitthou , my poor friend , my faithful companion *" said Consuelo , with tears of childest joy . " la it Dossibla that thou hast sought and found me here V All her woes were forgotten in , her joy at again finding her little friend of Spanuau . For a quarter of an hour sh ! continued to play seriously with this little creature , * hen she heard a shrill whistle , upon which the robin darted through the . window and disappeared . Consuelo looked •^ raaflvra-Mre
™ . , 1 ! " , ™ P" ™ . » ilko » t tho otenrrenoo ot aiv im . aaissa a ^ K 5 S 2 f .-w kDWB | begglng hcr t 0 Mtam a note by tho winged little meuenger . She felt violently temntod to do s ? r : ; iS ^ hrelf ' " ngheri ) Uld 6 e t 0 thc " inviaibles , " ° In the evening Bhe forced hersolf to read a senro at the S WSieW ^ « «?«• pSMIh mseltes haSihS ^^ « the appearance of these spectres but om of then said tow *! . '* aSTX - ' - ? than A taftoT' S Ss ^ SSSSffi y ou iill BhSt vm , r nfno lou d , faI 1 ' become Pranged , Sem" U y y Untllwe havo told y ° « toopw !
•| I swear it ! " replied Consuelo ; And ° r a l th a C P l f > " r ? plied the factor . SJSK'SSfBWWBt SttS ^ fi ^ fiKfS-- ^ BmSellctikmn in a , vaulted ° MMt , lighted by a Stre A SiV ? ? ended from the key-stone in the was seated « £ J ge . « - ln a red "be and a livid mask , bMtLiKfc a - iquo couch nearatable . Ho was BkSKaD HL lit Sllve , lockB e 80 a Ped from beneath his SSLf 2 a C \ broken and trembling . Thia ap . CfSwhtt ^ ch a ! lsedint 0 ™» pectful deference tho vSSSSfilt ^ St oom not divest her 8 elf at 8 p > heSt Xn - er , ^ Beated - to » P en to Mm her whole r& . ° rej 80 t hlm if 8 he chose . th ? nnfiw i " t - di 8 trust him « 8 he owned her love / or tne unKnown— for Liverani .
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"That is the name of no one in particular , " said the Confessor . " However , he whom you mean is well worthy of your love ; but you must renounce him . Albert de Rudolstadt is living . " " Ob , my dear Albert ! " cried Consnelo , raising her arms towards heaven , "Ishall come out of it victorious . " Then kneeling before the old man , " My father , " said she , absolve me , and assist me never to see this Liverani Th " ' i i ' ^ lon 2 love him ' I do DOt love Jlim now >" ine old man spread his trembling hands over the head riser" ! h ? ' ^ - when hc withdrew them she could not l . ' „¦ ) . at'fiei 1 her sobs in her bosom ; and overcome ,, ™ l f ? ct Deyond her strength , she wan obliged to lean upon the arm of the confessor to leave the oratory . v L . i ., ™« RUINED CASTLE . she «« Zl « att 0 M "' ought her a bunch of flowers . When mled iS ST't ^ twfell from their midst , carefully from the « nknnr - , rCBS - ! t was ™ impassioned letter irom tne unknown , imn onnu n ., ;„(„ . „;„„ ' „„„ „„„„ ..., „
™ Ktme ' etffiUTi f' ^^' consuefodo ? She determined SS ? n ^ ° - could not av ° bin ) . Sho would pity , rather than PS to d ^ l'SS ? ti ' " * would she send the ettor « Miftwi- , « u I , ¦ 2 * beyond the premises beLe nZfe "SjJ g Jg ^ his orders . As a last resource , ConsuDln' ^ Lmin J \ t seek the old man herself . She set Si & £ ? T terious entrance to the subterranean S S i KS in the pavilion itseif , resolved to take refu 4 in iT and Z sent herself at all risks before the Invisible ^ . She auppuei gratuitously enough , that the place of their meetings was accessible , once the entrance to the caves was gained .-ml that they met every evening in the samo place . She did not know that upon the day they were all absent , and th t Liverani alone had retraced his steps , after having feigned to follow them upon some mysterious excursion .
Jiutaii her efforts to find the secret door , or the tan of the subterranean passages , were useless . She no longer possessed , as at Spandau , the coolness , tho perseverance tbo necessary faith , for discovering the smallest fissure in a wall , the slightest jutting of a stone . Her hand trembled as she sounded the woodwork and the tapestry , and her eight grew confused ; every moment she thought she heard tUe step of the chevalier on tho gravel walk of the garden , or upon the marblo of the peristyle . Suddenly she seemed to hear them beneath hcr , as if he wero asconding a secret staircase under her feet , as if he were approaching by an invisible door , or as if , after the manner of familiar spirits , he were about to break through the wall and present himself before her eyes . She let fall her taper and fled to the bottom of the garden . The pretty rivulet whichi crossed it here arrested her course . She £ M : £ u - or thou e ht she heard » s < "ne one walking behind her . Then , Bomewhat losing her self-possession , she Sh ? h !»« T 1 " ^ r ° boat which tlle Keener used for fetching sand and turf . Consuelo imagined that bv
detachmg it sne should drive to the opposite shoro ; but the current was rapid , and found an outlet from the premises ? SK » ) 5 cloBed by a grating . Drifting with the stream , in a few minutes the boat would strike against the grating . Consuelo saved herself from a serious shock by rushing to the prow and extending her hands . A child of Venice , and a child of the people could not be rouoh erabarrassedby this manoeuvre . But , strange chance ! the grating yielded beneath her hand , and opened solely by the X L ^ 11 current g ^ e tho boat . Alas , thought « Ti nA T tlus P aB 5 a S e is never c ^ ed- " I Mi a prisoner upon parole , and yet I fly , I violate my oath ! But I iZ 8 , ! U £ lSS& ? ' + » " * " ¦ ¦ " •*• She sprang upon tho bank , whithor thn nnww . « f * im
river had borne her skiff , and plunged into a cose thicket . Consuelo could not run very quickly beneath their dark p ™? ; m . m a \ e" « 0 W 0 Hndln < " -e and more as it narrowed . Every moment he fugitive struck against the treos , and several times fell upon the turf . Still she felt hope returning toner soul ; these shades re-assured her ; it seemed to her impossible that Liverani should discover her in them . After having walked for some time at hazard , Bhe found herself at the foot of a hill covered with rocks , whose uncertain outline was defined against a gray and cloudy skv . A fresh , stormy wind had risen , and the rain began to fall . Consuelo , not daring to retrace her steps , lest Leverani should have followed her , and was even now searching on ! u cfu ° . . ™ oriver . ventured upon the somewhat rough path of the hill . She imagined that unon arriving m tna
top she should discover the lights of the chateau , whatever might be her position ; but when she arrived , the lightning which began to glare in the sky , showed before her the rums of a vast edifice , the imposing and melancholy remains of another age . ' v he /« n ? bl'eod Consuelo to seek for shelter , but it was with difficulty she found it . The towers were cracked from top to bottom on the inside , and clouds of tiercels and eerfalcons , startled by her approach , uttered sharp and savage cries . In tho midst of rocks and briar 3 , Consuelo , crossing the roofless chapel , whoBe skeleton proportions were dispfaved m the bluish glare of the lightning , gained the court , the surface of which was covered with smooth short grass ' Tho mas 3 of ruined buildings which surrounded this abandoned court presented tho most fantastic appearance , and at each flash of lightning the eye could scarcely understand those attenuated and distorted speotrcs , all those incoherent forms of destruction . It waa a frightful yet poetic snot .
ana uonsueio teit herself seized by a sort of superstitious terror , . 13 if hcr presence had profaned a place reserved foe the funeral conferences or tho silent revm-ios of tho dead . On a calm night , and under less exciting circumstances she might havo admired the severo beauty of this building ; she would perhaps have been moved to moralise upon tho rigour of time , and the ( Jestinios which overthrow , without pity ° the palace and the fortress , and lay their ruins in the dust be « side thoso of tho hovel . Tho sadness which tho ruins of those formidable abodes inspires is not the same in the imagination of the artist and in the heart of tho practical man ; but in that moment of trouble and of fear , and in that night of storm , Consuelo , not being sustained by that enthusiasm which impelled her to serious enterprises , felt hersolf on the instant again become a child of the people , trembling at the idea of seeing appear the phantoms of the night , and fearing above all those of tho ancient chatelains , savage oppressors during their lives , desolute and menacing spectres after their death . The thunder raised its yoice
. the wind brought down the bricks and mortar of tho dismantled walls , the long branches of bramble and ivy wound liko serpents among the battlements of the towers . Con-Buelo , still Beeking a shelter from the rain and the falling fragments , penetrated beneath tho vault of a staircase , which seemed better preserved than the others ; it was that of the great feudal tower , the oldest and mosc solid building Of the edifice . After ascending twenty steps she found a great octagonal hall which occupied the whole inside of tha tower ; the winding staircase was constructed , as in all buildings of this kind , within the wall eighteen or twenty feet thick . The vault of this hall had the interior shape of a bee-hive . There were no longer either doors or window-Bashes ; but the openings were so narrow and deop that the wind oould not rush into them . Consuelo determined to await the termination of the tempest in this place and approaching a window she remained more than an hour contemplating the imposing spectacle of a blazing akv and listening to the terrible voices of the storm .
At last the wind subsided , the clouds dispersed , and Consuolo thought of retiring ; but on turning she waa surprised to Beo a light more permanent than that of lightning prevail in the hall . That light , after having hesitated , so to speak , increased and filled tho whole vault , while a slight orackling was heard in the chimney . Consuelo looked ia that direction , and aaw under tho half-arch of the ancient chimney an enormous throat yawning before her , a fire of branohes which had kindled as of itself . She approached it , and remarked half-oonsumed brands and all the remains of a fare formerly kept up and recently abandoned . Terrified by this ciroumstanee , which revealed to her the presence of a host , Consuelo . who could see no furniture about her , quickly returned to the staircase and prepared ! i !? ' ? T 0 ic 9 bel ? w and the craving
^^ W ^ . * " . ° . produced by men ' s Btepa upon the rubbish scattered over it . Her superstitious terrors wore then ohanged into real apprehensions . That damp and devastated hall could be inhabited only by some ranger , perhaps as mage a 8 hia dwelling , perhapa drunken and brutal , and most probabla less oinlued and less respectful than Ernest Matteus . The footsteps approached quite rapidly . Consuelo hastily ag ! oended the staircase m order not to be met by theBe probla . matical visitora , and after having cleared twenty steps more found herself on the level of the second BtoryfwhereS waaill tie probability that any one would come , aa it wa ? entirely uncovered , and consequently uninhabitable ; For . tuiiately for her the rain had ceased : nav . ahn mi .. m « : L
distinguish a few stars through the wild vegetaion which crowned the tower about a dozen feet above her K A ny of light from tho flooring beneath was soon oast unon the gloomy walls of the edifice , and Consuelo cautiSv SeiniKJ L ^^ one walking up and down and SpTng on theTo K ' warm huuelf ; tho other , stoopiS g % e 5 eath tha 1 n be Continued . )
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munication , bj m ^ IlltlZV ^ elec , trio com * twoen EnglanUnd Ireland ' iS ? PS' W n . mPleted be-Statham , of the Gutt ? PerLL % ' W' aided bv Mr - staff of assistants , bttntoZk IS W ' * ith a milea long-at two Tdook on Tnp ! r" ~ whlc ^ 8 aoventy eighteen lours th ^^ Tts ' coJpTele ? SToMi ? marine telegraphs aro it iq static in « otner Bub " 53 $ ft £ 3 S 3 news of this kind that mav he lnnknii & » ?» * v ' he Dex ^ ttssur ^^ ^" ass Indisposihok op Mr . Waktw ? m t > x « hear that on the return of Mr . Wakiev ^ Y- Wi * ° from the House of Commons on sSS hl 8 ^ ambers etween three and four o ' olook . ffJJSSS " ^ »*
laintness , which caused much alarni 7 tnVi TV- 8 U r ae - satisfactory to state hownp ? tw i l"a relatiye » - It u so far recoveredI bv th * ^ ' that the ho n- gentleman waa te hU ^ ffiSgygy ^ * ^ <* le to leavetowa
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jcse 5 , 1852 . ___^ THE STAR OF FREEDOM .
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Northern Star (1837-1852), June 5, 1852, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1681/page/3/
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