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      A CHRISTMAS GAULAND .. - "A merry Christmas , " gentle reader , and jnay thy felicity be all that -ire could and do wish , arfftat we would have , were we the master of thy destiny . Of all the days in the year , —no . natter how beautiful may be the holidays afforded ns by rental spring , glorious Hummer , and luxuriant autumn 5 of all the times and Beasons that we can dutch from the dull routine of "business" and labour , —alas , too few , —commend us to Christmas before each and aIL Of all popular festivals , this is ifce ^ moat popular and the most heart-improving % the one that best calls forth our kindliest sympathies , reminding us that we have other and higher duties than , that of money-grubbing , or even always thinking of toll—toil in search of that which the poor man , be he ever so industrious , but rarely finds . the of humble

      — means « ven living . Christmas , we Bay , reminds us of other things ; callB back the days when in boyhood ' s time ourheartB were light j when we had no thought of tha morrow , —or , if we had , © elieved that the future would be as sunny as the present . " When knowing nothing of « The oppressor ' s -wrong , the prona » &nY contumely , " wethougbtthe world lovely ^ and therefore loved it . Tis well to call back those feelings . They prevent the corroding of heart ,= which our petty huxterings and party strivings in this " age of money" vrould otherwise be sure to produce * Tis well , too , to be " merry and wise f well tolcast off the fetters of care and cleanse as it were the bouI from its cobjvebs ol thrift ; we are the better for snch onbendings ; snch , —temporary though they be , —returns to nature ; and from that natural state we should never have departed

      It is -well , too , that the hospi talities of Christmas come , to remind us of our suffering or less fortunate fellow-creatures . " Wemay haTe ouraorrowa-and -wants , Tmt -we are none the lesa able to bear our " own loat by lending a helping hand to lighten that of others . An inquiry into the trials of our neighbours will show not a few of us that we are not the most unfortunate , thereby encouraging ns to bear with * fortitude our own lighter troubles , and afibrd our sympathetic aid to those on whom fate has frowned more sternly . We have said that we love Christmas ; and to quote leigh Hunt , —would that we had his sweet p « n to write upon thia subject- ^ " We have always loved it ,

      and erer snail ; because ( to give a child's reason , and a * ery good one , too , in this instance , ) Christmas-day is Christmas-day ; because of the hollies and other evergreens which people conspire to bring into cities and houses on this day , Tn » vtTi g a Jnna of summer in winter , and reminding us that 'The poetry of earth I * never dead j * because of the fine things which the poets and others have said of it ; because there is no business going on , and Mammon * ia suspended ; and lastly , beesuee New Years' Day and Twelfth Night come after it ; that is to say , becanse it is the leader of a set of holidays , and the Bpirit is net beaten down into common-place the moment it is over . It closes and begins the year with cheerfulness . "

      There , reader , after quoting the above , how is it possible for ns to go back again to our own prosy scribbling ? Ifo , no ; if we can gather such bright flowers as these in the garden of l iterature , we will even do so , sot doubting but that we » h * H thereby much better please the reader , than by attempting anything further from our own pen . As in duty bound , "we should hare commenced with Bomething about the " season ;" tut Tmfortunately the present weather { that greatest of all concerns of an Englishman ' s life ) is quite out of season . It would be nseless to attempt to write in the strains ^!

      " Cease , rode Boreas , blustering raller !" When the fact is , that the mDdest of aummer zephyrs could not less annoy than the gentle breezes that at present greet us in town and country . Useless , too , would be any attemjt to write about " wintry blasts " and ¦ " blazing fees , " when the former is as yet unfelt , and the latter would be insufferable . Still as our foggy atmosphere is notoriously inconstant , it is not at all improbable that ere this reaches the eye ef the ' reader , or before the Christmas joint smokes before him , the present scene , telling rather of spring than winter , may 1 » entirely changed . Be that as it may , posts have a license which others have not ; and though no poets ourselves , we trust we have a proper appreciation of the poetic beauties of others . Here , then , is

      A 1 AY TOB WINTER . BT JESIE HAMMOND . The trees are all bare , and the floWrs are all gone , And nature ' ^ sweet minstrel sare mute in the grove ; The world seems-a desert all dreary and lone , " Por winter is round me wherever I rove ; * Hs mom , and the turtalent night-winds are still , While the snow-wreath is left to preside o ' er the plain , So Hie passion ' s are hush'd , yet my bosom is chill , As if hops would ne ' er brighten the prospect again .

      The snn dimly shines through the gathering mist . And shadows seem spreading the landscape around , As if his faint beam nature ' s hare bosom ki&s'd , Where no beauty is blooming , no floWrets are found ; Tis Boon , and 2 g * zs on hia last fading isy ,-As it lingers awhile on the snow-covert plain ; An ! in Badness I Etacd at the close of the day , As if hope would ne ' er gladdtn the prospect again . But clonda gather over the desolate scene , As if shrouding a desert all barren and bare ; And winter's white mantle for spring ' s lovely green , Awhile dreary nature is destin'd to wear . Tfc night ; yet the stars shine all brightly above , And the moon sheds a sr&Qe on winter's domain , So hope sweetly breaks with a vision •! love , And spring will soon gladden this bosom again .

      And here is another on the same subject , not quite so good as the above , but our readers may have seen worse .

      OLD WINTER IS COME . Old Winter is come in earnest—alack J How icy and cold is he I He cares not a pip for a Ehivering back ; He ' s a saucy old chap to white and black ; He whistles Mb chills with a wonderful knack , 1-ax a jolly old fellow is he 2 A-witty old fellow this Winteris ; : A mighty old fellow of glee ; He cracks his jokes on the pretty sweet miss , The wrinkled old maiden unfit lo kisB , And fretzss the dew of their lipE—for this Is the way with such fellows as he I

      Old Winters a frolkksosae blade I wot ; He is wild in his humour , and free ! Hell whisUe along for the " want of thought , " . And set all the "warmth of our furs at nought , A-nfl rcffla the laces thspretty girls bought ; For a frolicksome f eBow is he ! Old Winter is blowing his fusts along , ' And merrily shaking thetree 1 From mDrnirig to night he will sing his son ? ; 2 h ow mvaning and short—now howling and long , His voice is loud for his lungs are strong—A merry old fellow is he !

      Old Winter ' s a wicked olfi chap I ween—As wicked as ever ycn'll see ; He withers the flowers so freth and green—And he bites the pert nose of tie miss of sixteen , As she flippantly walks in maidenly sheen—A wicked old fellow is he . Old 'fljipter ' s a tough old fellow for blows , JSftougb as ever you"ll see : He * D trip up our trotters , and rend our clothes , And Btxfikn our limbs from fingerfto toes—He minds not the cry of his friends or his foes : A driving old fellow i 3 he .

      A cunning old fellow is Wister they ssy ; A cunning old fellow is he % He peeps in the -ereviees day by day , To Bee how we're passing our time away , And mark all our doings from grave to gay—Pm afraid he ia peeping at me . Having so far prefaced , it is time we said something about Christmas itself : but hold ; we had well nigh forgotten out promise just made , that we-would gather honey from the flowers of others rather than attempt to manufacture on our on . account Well , what have we here ? "Whobat our old frirad Tvmth ! Puncft too with his Christmas Piece . He presents you with the compliments of the Beason . " * Here are

      the" iobt - . "We , the regular Ministerial Waits , who have cheered you with Income Tax Quadrilles , andsoothed you into soft slumbers by the beautiful turns and TariaSoES of our political Walteis , humbly call npon you for your kind contributions . We have been playing in Concert , to lull you into forgetfulness ; and , in all matters , oui trumpets E 3 ve been blowing hot and sold , while out measures have been stealing over your enslaved Bensea . " Stax LET , Double Bass ; " James GbahaM , Serptnt ; "R . Pesl , Leader of . the Band . " And here are our old friends who have been waiting these two years past on the wrong side of the Treasury bench .

      " 'WHIG T 5- A 7 TS . " We , the old Whig Waits , who have been now waiting for upwards of two years , and playing a variety of Tones , humbly solicit your bounty at the present FeV tiTe period . We beg leave te remind you * that we have BO connection whatever with the Tory 3 > e * d Weights , Who , by imitating of our Airs , and playing the same trains as we have been in the habit of doing , have endeavoured to impose npon your generosity . " J . Bussxll , First Fiddle ; " PJ 2 . 1 TBBST 0 K , Trumpet . " The following card" needs no recommendation .

      THE DrSIMBK ' S Ca £ D , ** We the regular Dustmen , who are constantly requiring Yon to come down with your Dust , come round as usual for your Contributions . Please to remember that we are the regular Conservative duetsieB , who have always Settled you Ashes .

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      " Be sure to . aek for a medal , representing on one side the * Yiotory of the Tories over the Whigs in 1841 , ' and on the reverse ' A Pair of Scales—one Fixed and the other Sliding . ' " If any-one should basely apply on Our behalf , saying that he is our principal , please to take notice that we are All alike , and have no Principles . { 8 igned ) * ' Qoxtlbuxh . *• RlPON . " Gladstone . " Poor Lord Brougham 1 The "Scavenger's card" is rather "too bad" « ven ioi Punch , we are not sufficiently ill-humoured 'just now to quote it Our friends the Teetotalers will , we are nure , be proud to recognize and reward the honourable labours of the undersigned functionary : —

      "THE TURNCOCK'S APPEAL FOB . A CHS 1 STMAS-B 0 X . " Esteemed Tebtotalebs , —When your waterjugs are sparkling at this festive season with the pure and limpid elemeut ^ please to remember me , your indefatigable and unflinching Turncock . By year kini Christmas-box I shall be enabled to drink your health in a bowl of foaming New River . Please to recollect that it is the Turncock who contributes to the pleasures of the Tea and ~ Ri- <»» Vf >^ Table , by converting your joint of milk into a quart , and transforming useless effeQc into a comparatively wholesome beverage . Don'Oorget to ask for the Temperance medaL " Your constant dilnter "And swamper in ordinary , "THE 0 BA 1 D MaTHEW "

      The poet says , " from grave to gay . " We reverse this . We began with the gay , and now for the grave . We shall join in the roar of seasonable mirth none the less heartier , if we listen to the wail of sorrow , and , listening , endeavour to dry up the complainer ' s tear ; . Here is

      THE SOKQ OF IHE SHIBT . "With fingers weary and worn , With eyelids heavy and zed , A woman sat , in unwomanly rags , Plying her needle and thread—Stitch i stitch ! stitch 1 In poverty , hunger , and dirt , And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the " Song of the ShirtJ " Work ! work . ' workJ While the cock is crowing aloof I And work—work—work , Till the stars shine through the roof J It's O ! to be a alas 3 Along with the barbarous Turk , Where woman has rsver a soul to save , If this ia Christian work !

      Work—work—work Till the brain begins t © swim ; Work—work—work Till the eyes are heavy and dim ! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till orer the buttons I fall asleep , And sew then on in a dream ! 0 1 men , with sisters dear ] 01 men 1 with mothers and wives I It is not linen you ' re wearing out , But human creatures' lives ! Stitch—stitch—stitch , In poverty , hunger , and dirt , Sewing at once with a double thread , A shroud as well as a shirt .

      But why do I talk of Death j That phantom of grisly bone , I hardly fear bis terrible shape , It seems so like my own . It seems bo like my own , Because of the fasts I keep . 0 ! God ! that bread ahonld be so dear , And flesh and blood so cheap I Work—work—work ! My labour never flags ; And where are it » wages ? A bed of Straw , A crust of bread—and rags . That shattered roof—and this naked floor—A table—a broken chair—And a wall so blank , my shadow I thank for sometimes falling there . '

      Work—work—work J From weary chime to chime , Work—work—werk—As prisoners work for crime ! Band , and gasset , and seam , Seam , and gusset , and band , Till the heart is sick , and the brain benumb'dj As well as the weary hand . Work—work—work , In the dull December light , And work—work—work , When the weather is wum and bright ; While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling , As if to show me their sunny baeks , And twit me with the spring .

      O ! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet—With the sky above my head , And the grass beneath my feet , For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel , Before I knew the woes of want , And the walk that costs a meal ! 0 ! but for one short hour 1 A . respite ,, however brief ! No blessed leisure for Love or Hope , But only time for Grief ! A little weeping wonld ease my heart Bat in their briny bed My tears must stop , for every drop Hinders needle and thread >

      With fingers weary and worn , With eyelids heavy and red , A woman sate in unwomanly rags , Plying her needle and thread—Stitch ! stitch 1 stitch ! In poverty , hunger , and dirt , And still with a voice of dolorous pitch , Would that its tone could reach tbe rich ! She aang thia " Song of the Shirt !" Reader , don't you remember the carol that delighted your boyhood ? Bgginning with" God bless you , merry gentlemen , Itt nothing you dismay ;" and eTery verse ending with—•• It brings tidings of comfort and joy . ' AlaB , where is the " comfort and joy" for the poor Blurt stitcher ?

      And reader , doer not thine ears tingle—( ours^—do ) as the question strikes through thee ; "Whobaa attempted to save tbe lorn widow from the deep damnation ( 'tis & hard word but a true one ) " of work . work . work ? " Hast thou ? " But you will say , perhaps , what have you to do with it . You are youreelf a very pariah in society , treated worse than tbe beasts by those who monopolise power and social wealth—even the wealth that you have created ; and that yon cin neither relieve the distressed , nor protect the wronged . True , brother ; doubtless , too true ; and yet we think all ( ourselves included ) might do more , if each wonld only try . V * x popvli , vox Dd , is a truth : bnt , Bias , how rarely can the voice of the millions he raised in unison to

      ttwiivdei in the ears of the rich and powerful tbe decrees of eternal justice ! But now thiB Christmas time , let each of our readers see what he can do to lessen tbe " mountain of misery , " even if it be by only one atom . No matter though thou art as poor as a Leicestershire stockinger or b Cumberland weaver : still lry . Thon hast human sympathies j then call them forth . A crust given to the beggar ' s child ; a piece of thy Christmas cake or pudding to tbe factory boy , who , poor little fellow , though he works to icep his parents , yet cannot be rewarded -with tbe " old English fare "—the fare which all had before Moloch insisted on the sacrifice of humanity ' s little ones

      to glut the avarice of the "Kings of Gold "; a basin of " something warm" to cheer the heart of the old dame , whose only stay is the miserably . doled " out-door relief ; " happy if she can get that ,: and so escape the dreaded " Union ' ; and lastly , " Old Ironsides , ' the pensioner , who fcught under Abercrombie , or it may be , fired his retreating shot at Corunna , or gained his poor paltry medal on the field of that " crowning carnage , " Waterloo ; no matter , heartily as we detest war , and hate on " great heroes , " " victors of a hundred fights" and what not , much as we abhor all these , we must conftss that nevertheless we have a warm heart towaids the old pensioner , whether he

      " Shoulders bis crutch and shows how fields ware won , " Or sailed " . under Duncan , Howe , and Jervis , And aloDg with gallant Nelson , snng out , Yo heave O : " He knew nothing of politicB , He fought for " King and Conntrj " , as he believes all *• true Britons" ahonld do True we see in him a nun whose energies , both physical and moral , have been fearfully misdirected , tui te hi * teachers and rulers responsible for thai : he is an honest man , therefore welcome him . Let him fill his pipe , and let his glass be " warm with "—not too nuih of the water , for he dont understand tbe ethics of oui friend the " Turncock . " He is seated now , and well he will reward you with glorious old tales of

      " Moving accidents by flood and field " in return for your generous hospitality * Seader try if thou canst do even only one of the above " good turns , " ani thou wilt be the happier for It , even though it be but the crust to the wanderer ' s chfld . Listen not to the cant about ** charity begins at home , " and the number of ' impostors '' that are abread . God help ; us if this doctrine was generally believed in , what would the homeless do ? And we tbat have homes , bow many of -us tove t > wa indebted to the kindly sympathies of strangers when in sickness and tronble ! As to " impostors - there are worse than " beggars brats . " We conld flnd them amongst those clad in the robe o £ the legislator , or covered with the shovel hat of the divine , " impostors , " who plunder , not pence but ponnds , from the lil » reg . ntted toilers . Better , reader , that thou gave

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      even to ninety and nine " impostors" , than risk the passing by of bat one veritable son of sorrow or daughter of misfortune .: Bat hold : here we are again at high pressure speed , altogether unmindful of onr promise ; but fortunately , jost in the nick of time , comes the poet to help us out of out dilemma ; and what though the lines are from the old 'Church and King , " red-hot Tory John Bul l , they are good notwithstanding , for they speak to the heart , and come in good season to enforce our appeal to-

      —BEKEMBEE THE POOR ! 0 , REMEMBER THE POOR ! 'Tis cold , bitter cold > and the nL ? ht-wind is blowing On the cheek of tbe wanderer , destined to stray Through this City 0 / Palaces , houseless , unknowing Where a refuge or shelter to lad , till tbe day 1 In the thin garb of want , bowed by sickness and sorrow , He wistful looks up to Prosperity ' s door ; Then dejected sinks down with no hope for the morrow . Remember the poor I O , remember the poor ! Twas God made us all ! and , thoagh various in station , To that Being wh » reigns in yen beautiful sphere His children are all of Humanity's nation" Our Father in heaven ! " O ! think of that prayer ! And they to His faith who are firmly addicted Will feel if on some He has lavish'd wealth ' s store , It is that the rich may relieve the afflicted . Remember the poor ! O , remember the poor !

      Here comes the ( we beg leave to christen it ) Magazine for the Millions , otherwise called Douglas Jerrold ' s Illuminated Magazine . We are told in a publisher's note that the good , tbe kind-hearted Editor ; be who , with his magic pen has made so many love the true , the bright , the beautiful , is confined to a sick bed . Hente the absence of those glorious emanations of thought from the current month ' s number . Is confined ? let us hope we may now say was . O I may health-restored , lighten up the heart and eye of our sweetest of all popular writers , that he may quaff the wasBail bowl , and enjoy under the glorious old misletoe all that happiness and unalloyed felicity which bis many thousands of admirers will fervently pray may be bis guerdon . From the pen of another writer in tbe Illuminated we find— "A CHRISTMAS CANTICLE . "

      Would that we could transfer the entire to our columns j ; but this is not possible , so our readers must be content with tbe following extracts : — " So now ia come our joyful ' st feast ; Let every man be jolly ; Each room with ivy leaves is drest , And avery ? oat is holly . Though so Jie churls at our mirth repine , Bound your foreheads garlands twine i Drown Borrow in a cap of wine , And let us all be merry . ' *

      " Now does old Father ChristmaB , with a reverend yet joyous mien , heralding a goodly train of wassailers and glee-men , proclaim through all the realms of Christendom a high and hearty festival , bidding mankind to rest them for a space from toil , and yield without reserve to wholesome joy and unlioentloas revelry ; and at his bidding , mirth and hospitality arise , and exercise benevolent sway , reigning in undisputed sovereignly , and welcomed universally with loud and fervent acclamation . " Now do the spells of home revive in their ancient

      weight , within many a household band , long sundered from the hearths round which they clustered in their early childhood ; and tbe young wife , who had wellnigh forgotten the innocent gambols of her girlhood , feels her heart quicken at the music-sounds of her hoyden sister ' s voice ; and tbe brother , who in the struggles and the turmoil of a Btslfish world , bad soiled tbe free fair spirit of his youth , regains some portion of the frankness and sincerity that were his pride of old , among familiar faces and the well remembered haunts of happy boyhood .

      " Now dots the mystic misletoe depend from porch and ceiling in many a stately bouse and many a lowly cottage throughout the length and breadth of " merrie England" ; and now does the peachy cheek of gentle maiden , caught by surprise beneath its licence-giving branches , glow with a rich rose blush , raised transiently by the hearty impress of the startling kiss . Now as the waits startle tbe drowsy ear of night with their harmonious discord , aad choleric old gentlemen , aroused from their first Bleep , invoke the plagues of Egypt to rain on ail such somnifugous minstrels , and once more bury their beads within their yielding pillows , to woo old Somr . us to their drooping eyelids . Now do postmen , coachmen , watchmen , beadles , pew-openers , shopmen , milkmen , scavengers , waiters , and errand-boys , grow superlatively and unaccountably civil , to the

      innocent amazement of yourself , until boxing-day arrives , and then the mystery is solved—tbe reason manifest . Now the small green-coated boys , with swollen red hands , blue cheeks , and frozen noses , looking all shrunk and shivering , obtrude their long and pictured scrawls of caligraphy upon your netice , and crave , with bated breath , some numismatic token of your approbation . Now is a walk upon a breezy common , with wind due east , the snow-knee deep , and the thermometer below fretzing-point , a feat of valoreus daring . Now is a blacksmith ' s forge , on a frosty night , a comfortable and cheery thing to look upon . Now are the butchers prodigal of their smiles and gas , lavish in fair white cloths and berried holly , and rivals in the display of huge and over-fed carcases , especially in beeves . Now do grocers alluringly set forth a rich array of spices and fruits , candies and conserves , product of

      ' India , East or West , or Middle Shore , In Pontus , or the Panic Coast , or where Alcinous reigned . ' Now do old alms-men , who have out-lived their kindred and generation , resort for warmth and converse to tbe rude settles ranged before kitchen-fires , and mutter between their shrivelled lips and toothless gums , old tales of by-gone days end Christmas celebration , — ' ' In their hot youth , vrben George tbe Third was king . ' " Now do the visages ol thriftiest debtors look blank and rueful , and creditors baaird wide calculations on the settling-day . Now iB there awful carnage among

      turkeys , destruction in tbe game-field , and slaughter in the barn-yard . Now are the ' up' coaches laden with defunct and feathered bipeds from tbe country , and the down * freighted with living and smoke-dried importations from the city . Now are those all important functionaries , the cooks , stirring betimes , and very crimson are their rotund shining frontispieces , and very red their sound plump arms , very greasy their chubby udgers , very eloquent their untiring tongues , in ' amorous descant' on their joints and pudnings beneath their supervision , and very onerous their labours deemed—to toil when all the world keeps holiday !

      " Now do the bright and laughing faces of happy youth peer at you from within and without the laden stages , swarming post-chaises , and vehicles of every description , and their loud laughter rings in loud and joyful peals above the clattering hoofs and rambling wheels that speed them on their jeuruey ; and every milestone that is left behind serves to make those faces brighter—that laughter louder than before : and now do the radiant countenances of delighted childhood , beamirg with boisterous mirth at every magic chnngeof Harlequin , mischance of Pantaloon , gesture and grimace of Ciown , meet you in every well filled box , pit , gallery , of tbe gay and ciowded theatre . Now in the long dark winter evenings do humble companies of five and

      six hu'icMe around your doer , chaunting rude carols of ' the seven good joys that Mary had , ' with many a natural trill and quaver , in patient expectancy of some remunerating pittance . Now do the quiet dim interiors of grey old village churches show strangely and Boienin )? festooned with wreaths of glossy ever-greens ; and monkish carvings look grimly through the dark and shining leaves ; and vaulted roofs give pleasant echoes to the choral anthems of children clad and taught by enmity . Now does tbe great dining-room at * the old house at home , ' with its dark shining wainscoting , its heavy drapery , its huge wood fire , tbe gleesome circle there assembled , the sparkling wines and beaming faces , looked aa it looked of yore— ' a love » lit winter home . '"

      I'faith pretty long extracts we ' ve given after all , but indeed all was so good , we old not know where to stop . A word in passing . This /* , as we before said , the Magazine for the Millions ; if not the very best of all the monthlies , it is at least the sweetest to oar taste . Buy it , gentle public ; and sore we are you will unhesitatingly return the like verdict each for yourselves . Bat now having got fairly into tbe circle of a Christmas fireside , ' tia time we had a song . Well , then , we'll start with something from glorious Tom Moore . But how are we to choose ? Here ' s Ladies' Eyes ;" 11 Fill the Bowl "; " Fly not yet ; " but we must choose somewhere . We can't sing above one song at a time ; so— COME , SEND ROUND IHE WINE . I Come , send round tbe wine , and leave points of belief To simpleton sages and reasoning fools ; This moment ' s a flower too fair and too brief

      To be wither'd and stain'd by the dust ef tbe schools . Your glass may be purple , and mine may be blue ; But while they are fill 'd from the same bright bowl , The fool who would quarrel for difference of hue Deserves not the comfort they shed o ' er the soul . Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind , if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valusd and tried , If he knee } not before the same altar with me ? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly , To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss ? No 1 perish the hearts and the laws that would try Truth , valour , or love , by a standard like this . But here ' s our old favourite from the glorious Ayr shire ploughman—immortal Bdsnb : —

      A MAN'S A KAN » 0 R A' THAT . Is there , for honest poverty . That hangs his head , and a' that ? The coward-slave , we pass him by , And dare be poor for a' that ; For a' that , and a' that . Oar toils obscure and a * that , The rank is bat tbe guinea ' s stamp , The man ' s the gowd for a * that . What though on namely fare we dine , Wear hodden grey , and a' that ; G-ie fools their silks and knaves their wine , A man's a man , for a' that :

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      For a'that , and a that j Their tinsel show and a' that ; The honest man , though e ' er sae poor , Ia king o' men toi &' that . Ye see you * birkie , ca'd a lord , Wha struts , and stares , and a * that : Though hundreds worship at bis word , He ' s but a coof for s , " that : For a * that and a * tnat , - ^ His riband , star , and a' that : The pride of independent mind , He looks and laughs at a' that . A prince can mak a belted knight ' A marquis , duke , and a' tbat ; Bat an honest man ' s aboon his might , Ctaid faith { he maanna fa' that . ' For a * that , and a' that ,

      Their dignities , and a' that ; The pith o' sense , and pri # e o' worth , Are higher ranks : than a' that Then let us pray that come it may , As come it will for a' that , That aenae and worth , o ' er a' the earth . May bear the gree and a' that : For a' that and a' that , lt ' a coming yet , for a' tbat . That man to man the warld o ' er , Shall brithers be for a' tha * . OI what a " yarn , " as the sailors say , we might spin On the above song ; but , no ! the printer is inexorable ; his flat of *« no room" is like the oath of the " immortal gods , " and " the laws of the Medes and Persians , " not : to be gainsayed .

      Well , then , the well-piled flre has had another stir : a little more ' warm with" is reeking before us ; » nd now for another s » ng . ¦ " If ypu please , Ladle * and Gentlemen , " says a young " enthusiast" ( would that we were always enthusiasts !) " the last song was so goed that another from another of our Northern barda I should prefer to give ; for , in my humble opinion , there are no lyrics like those Of bonnie Scotland . * ' ThiB ia unanimously applauded by all save one old snperannuatod tar , seated by the fire , who thlnkB there are no songs like «• Poor Tom Bowling . " " Black-Eyed Susan , " and Will Watch "; and , In truth , we have sometimes been of the same opinion . For , if the thing to be admired is beautiful , we hate to spoil it by " odious comparisons . " But hush ! the " enthusiast" proceeds ^ Hark ! 'tis the melody of Robert Nicol !

      WE ' LL MAK THE "WARLD BETTER . VET The braw foufc crush the pair fouk doon , An' bluid an' tears are rinnln' het ; An' muckle ill an' mnckle wae We a' npo' the earth hae met : An' falsehood aft comes bauldly forth , An' on the throre o' truth doth sit ; But true hearts a '—gae work awa 'We'll mak' the warld better yet / Though superstition , hand in hand Wi' prejudice—that grueBome bag—Gangs linkin' still ; though misers mak ' Their heaven o' a siller bag ; Though ignorance , wi' bluidy hand , Ib tryin' slavery ' s bonds to knit ; Put knee to knee , ye bauld an' free . We'll mak' the warld better yet 1

      I See yonder coof wha becks an' boos To yonder fule wha ' s ca ' ed a lord ; ge < l yon lor gowd-bedizzan'd wight- ^ - Yoa fopling 0 ' the bluidlesa sword . Faith alave an' lord , an' soldier , too , Mtun honest grow or quickly flit ; : For freemen a ' , baith grit an' sraa ' , We'll mak the warld better yet ! Yon dreamer tells as 0 ' a land , He frae his airy brain hath made—A land where truth and honesty Hae crushed the serpent falsehood ' s head But by the names o ' love an' joy , An' common sense , an' lear , an wit , Put back to back—an' in a crack We'll mak' our warld better yet J

      The knaves an' fules may rage an' storm . The growling bigot may deride 2 The trembling slave awa' may rin , An' in his tyrant ' s dungeon bide ; But free an' bauld , an' true an' gude , Unto this aith their Beal hae set" Frae pole to pole , we'll free ilk soul , i The warld shall be better yet 1 " We think we hear some giumbling critic , growling : " Why , man , these are all old songs , everybody knows about' A man's a man for a' that . ' " Do they ? We

      wish they did . O that the righteous principles contained in the above lyrics were really known to everybody ; what a different world would this be to wbat it is i But we question if even tbe poetry of Burns , Moore and Nicol , ( to say nothing of other immortal names ) is as W 6 ll known as it should be . Nay we are sura it is not ; but we promise our readers that it shall not be our fault if they learn not to appreciate the most beautiful emanations of genius-gifted man , —poetry . As to the songs being old , tbe older the better . Like wines , being originally pure , they increase in flavour as they increase in age .

      We bad intended to have given some lengthy extracts from the pen of Leigh Hunt ; but find 'tis impossible . All wo can nuke room for is the following" A Christmas Day , to be perfect , should be clear and cold , with holly-branches in berry , a blazing fire , a dinner , with mince-pies , and games and forfeits in the evening . ' You cannot have it in perfection , if you are very fine and fashionable . Neither , alas I can it bo enjoyed by the very poor ; so that , in fact , a perfect Christmas is impossible to be had , till the progress of things has distributed comfort more equally . But when we do our beat , we are privileged to enjoy our utmost ; and charity gives us a right to hope . The completeat enjoyer of Christmas ( next to a lover who

      has te receive forfeits ftorn his mistress ) , ia the holiday school-boy , who springs up early , like a bird , darting hither and thither , out of sheer delight , thinks of his mince-pies half the merning , has too much of them when they come , ( pardon him this once ) , roasts cheanuta and cuts apples half the evening , is conscious of bis new silver in his pocket , and laughs at every piece of mirth with a loudness that rises above every other noise . Next day what a peg-top will he not buy ! what string 1 what nuts ! what gingerbread 1 And he will have a new clasp-knife , and pay three times too much for it Sour oranges also will he suck , squeezing their cheeks into his own with staring eyes ; and his mother will tell him they are not good for him—and let him go on .

      " A Christmas evening should , if possible , finish with muaio . It carries rff the excitement without abruptness , and aheds a repose over the conclusion of enjoyment . " Just aa we are beginning to feel " i' the vein "; just when we find ourselves growing warm on the subject ; that we could " go a-head , " and fill as many columns with our own small talk as we have done with tbe " winged words" of the giants of mind whose effusions we have afforded our readers a glance at ; in short , now that we feel ready to write our '' Christmas Cantiole , " our gallop is suddenly brought to a dead halt , by an intimation from the printer that ( to make use of an elegant importation from the Canadas ) we're " crowded out" ! Well good reader , one warble more and we have finished for this Christinas . Here ' s from the pen of Charles Wackay ( we like to give author ' s

      names)—A SONG AFTER A TOAST . If be to whom this toast we drink Hath brought ike needy to bis door , Or raised the wretch from ruin ' s brink With toe abundanc * of his store ; If he hath sooth'd the mouraer's woe , Or help'd young merit up to fame , This night our cups shall overflow In honour of his name . If he be poor and yet hath striven To ease the load of human care , If to tbe famish'd he hath given One loaf that it was hard to spare ; If in hia poverty erect , He never did a deed of shame , Fill high 1 we'll drink in deep respect A bumper to his name .

      But rich or poor if—if still his plan Has been to play an honest part , If ne ' er fail'd his : word to man . Or broke a trusting woman ' s heatt ; If emulation fire his soul To snatch the meed of virtuous fame , Fill high ! we'll drain a flowing bowl In honour of his name . And now courteous reader—( courteous indeed If thou hast accompanied us 80 far I)—our garland is completed . May thy pocket be full and thy hund be bountiful ; may thy heart know no sadness and thine eye no sorrow ; may plenty crown thy board and happy spirits give a zest to the bounties of nature ; may , in short , this Christmas day be to th « 6 a " merry" one , and right many such mayeat thou see . And to each and all we say , in the sympathy of love , " Farewell , and joy be wi you a' !"

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      1 Ma . Barnard Gkegort . —In answer to many correspondents who request to know how Barnard Gregory is treated in Newgate , we beg to say he' is under the same discipline , and has no other diet than that allowed the other prisoners . —Sunday paper . \ It beboveBuB always to be on oar guard ; when alone we Bhould watch our thoughts , when in society our tongues , and when in oar families our tempers . Indeed , upon our proporly guarding the last dopends much of our social happiness and

      domestic comfort , taking care to counteract that continued irritability of mind , which is the precursor to ebullitions of passion . But our mental disposition is so intimately connected with our physical condition ( that whan is frequently considered illteinper or peevishness , is in reality but the result of a derangement of the digestive or other organs of the body , and requires medicinal not mental remedies . To such wo recommend with confidence , V 4 Frampton ' e Pill of Health , " as being certain in its effects , and gentle ia its operation . ?

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      YORKSHIRE [ WINTER GAOL DELIVERY . The Commission for a Winter Gaol Delivery for the county of York , was opened at the Castle of fork , on Saturday last , by the Hon . Sir Win . Henry Mauls , Knight , one of the Judges of the Court of Common Pleas . . j CROWN COURT , YORK CASTLE . — Mondit , Dec . 18 . Mr . Justice Maule took his seat npon the Bench at twelve o ' clock , ; when tbe Magistrates of the three Ridings , ( very few : of whom answered ) , the Mayors , and the Coroners , were : called over . The following gentlemen were then sworn on the

      I GBAND JURT . The Hon . J . Stnsrt Wortley , M P ., Wortfey Hall , Foreman . j The Son . Bielby Richard tawley , Eacrick Park . The Hob . Charles Stuart Wortley , Wortley HalL Sir Geo . Strickland . Bart , M . P ., Newton . John Bell , Etq . JM . P ., ThiTBk . Henry Boynton / E « q ., Burton Agnes . Henry Broadleyi Esq ., M . P ., Beverley . Wm . Busfeild , Esq ., M . P .. TTpwood , B ' ingley . John WalbanfcsjChilders , E ? q ., M . P .. Caatley . Edmund Beckett Denison , Esq . M . P ., Doncaster .

      Joseph EiwardiGreaves Elmsall , E ? q ., Woodlands Charles Gregory ! Fairfax , jun ., Gilling Castle . Wru . Garforth , Esq . Wiganthorpa . Wm . Marshall Hatfeild , Esq ., Newton Kyme . Richard Hill , E « q , Thornton . Andrew Lawson , Esq ., M . P ., Albro' Hall . Thomas Mttchelsan , Esq ., Pickering . Thorn . Golbornft Parker , Esq ., Browsholme HatL Jamea Walker , Esq ., San 4 hutton . Charles Wood , Esq ., M . P .. Hickletor * . W . B . Wrighton , Esq ., M . P ., Cusworth . Joshua Francia jWhitell , E ^ q ., Helmaley Lodge . -

      Her Majesty ' s . proclamation against vice , immorality , and profanenesa having been read— ¦ The Learned Judge proceeded to , deliver his charge : — f His Lordsmip commenced by congratulating the Grand Jury on the full and prompt attendance on their part . His Lordship next alluded to tbe public benefit likely toi be reaped by holding a winter Ass ' zj . Hia L'jrdsbip then , at great length , called the attention of \ tbe Grand Jury to the fact that ; numbers of prisoners , though committed for trial during an Assiza ! sitting , had been kept in prison for many months , bocuuse they had been committed for trial not at tbe Assize then sitting , but at the Assize following . His Lordship suggested as a remedy for this , that the Grand Jurors having disposed of tbe bills brought before them at the commencement of tbe Assize , should adjourn for ten days , then meet again and dispose of the cases of any persona that might be committed for trial in tbe mean time .

      After the Grand Jury had retired , several prisoners , against whom bills were found at the last Assizes , but who were not then in custody , were brought up to plead . I Robert Smith , 17 , pleaded guilty to an indictment , charging him with perjury at Bridlington . —To be imprisoned six calendar months . HIGHWAYJROBBEBY AT N 0 RTH 0 WRAM . Henry Tettey , j 24 , pleaded guilty to an indictment charging him with a highway robbery at Northowrara , on tbe 18 th of April lost Tbe prisoner was

      concerned with two : others , who were tried at the last Assizes , and transported for life , in robbing John Stuizaker and Ei-zabeth Watson , and in tben attempting to make his escape he jumped over a Jbridge on to an old road considerably lower than the one on which the robbery waa I committed , by which his thigh was fractured , and he received such other severe injuries aa to render it necessary to remove him to the Halifax InSrmary , at which place he remained until the 8 th of August , at which time he was removed to York . !

      The Learned Jubgb , in passing sentence , observed tbat on account of his sufferings he should not inflict the same punishment on him as had fallen to the lot of hia companions ; and in taking this course , he was also acting upon the recommendation of the prosecutor . The sentence of the Court was that be be transported for fifteen years , j

      MISDEMEANOUR AT ALLERTON-BVWATER . William Crosiby , 43 , was charged with a , misdemeanour , in having on the 7 th of July Ijst , obtained , by a false account ; , some money , the property of Messrs . Joshua Bower and Co ., ol the Allerrton Colliery ; in the parish of Kippax . Mr . MiDDLETON conducted the prosecution ; the prisoner was undefended . The prosecutors are extensive colliery and vessel owners ; tbe prisoner , at the time the offence was committed , was captain of one of their vessels called the Richard . On returning from Hull , and settling his account with John Feriaud , clerk , to Messrs . Bower and Co ., he presented a bill for the repairs of some sail covers , which ho said had been executed by Mr Clark , of Hull , purporting to be for £ 119 s . lOd . Tbe aeconnt was proved to be false , the only money which the prisoner had paid being £ 1 2 s . 2 < 1 . The only witnesses called were Mr . Ferrand and Mr . Clark , and to neither of them did the prisoner put a single question .

      Tha Jury found the prisoner Not Guilty . His Lordship being of opinion that , as the prisoner had money to pay to his owner , instead of having it to receive , the evidence , though showing the fraudulent intont , did not support the indictment for obtaining money . The prisoner was detained until ic should be determined whether a different bill might or might not be , pre > ferred . )

      HIGHWAY ROBBESY , NEAR HALIFAX . John Ferity , 40 , and Samuel Ramsden , 33 , were indicted for having on tbe 16 th of September last , fn the parish of Halifax , feloniously and violently assaulted John Watson , and stolen from bis person a half sovereign , four half-crownsj ten shillings , and other articles , bis property . : Mr . Wilkins and Mr . Overend appeared for the prosecution ; thi prisoners were undefended . Tbe two prisoners are nephews of the prosecutor , who is employed at a pottery , and resides at Northowram . On Saturday , the 16 th of September last , lie bad been to Halifax market , and was returning home about halfpast eight o'clock in tbe evening . When he had got to a distance of about sixty yards from his own house , in coing along a narrow lane the two prisoners rushed sut

      of the hedge , seizsd him , and Bamsden held his bands over his mouth , ! while Verity rifled his pockets , from which they obtained the money and also took from him his market basket containing groceries and a piece of beef . The prosecutor knew both parties well , and on giving information to the constable , Mr . Moore , he told who they were , and they were apprehended , one on Sunday and the other on Monday ; Ramsden , at tho time of the constable going into tbe public-house in which he was sat , remarked t » him , " Have you come to take uie for robbing my uncle , John Watson ? " Both prinoners were seen on Saturday night , but the prosecutor , from family regard , did not , until he Was urged to do so by others , the constable directions to take them . The evidence against both prisoners was very conclusive . ; The Jury found both the prisoners Guilty . Sentence wrs deferred .

      STEALING IN A . DWELLING-HOUSE , AT AHDSLEY . John Malkin j Rodgers , 27 , and Charles Glover , 44 , were indicted for that on the 18 th of July last , he the said John Malkin Rodgers committed a robbery in the dwelling-houeo of Samuel Roodhouse , at Ardsley , and that he the ; said Charles Glever did aid and assist him in the samel Mr . Overend and Mr . JouysTONE were counsel for the prosecution ; Mr . Wilkins was for the prisoner Rodgers ; Glover was undefended . The Jury without hesitation acquitted Glover , and found Rodgers Guilty . He was sentenced to be transported for ten years . The Court roie at six o'clock .

      Tuesday , December 19 , THE TRIAL JOF JOSEPH DOBSON , FOB MURDER . His Lordship ! took biB seat a few minutes after ' nine o ' clock . ; Joseph Dobson , 25 , was charged with the wilful murder of John Dobson , bis father , at Mount Tabor , near Halifax , i Mr . Hall , with whom were Mr . HiLt and Mr . Raines , appeared for the proBecution . Mr . W-ilkins , at the request of the prisoner , who plecded in forma pauperis , defended . The indictment against the prisoner , charged him with the wilful murder of John Dobson , in the parish of Halifax , on tbe 4 tb of July last * by shooting him with a gun , and inflicting a wound on the left breast , of which he died . He wae elso charged by . the Coroner ' s inquest with the same

      crime-The prisoner , who is a mild-looking young man , of light complexion , and with chesnut coloured hair and whiskers , in a firm tone of voice , pleaded Not Guilty . ; Mr . Hall opened the case on the part of the prosecution . He said that the prisoner , Joseph Dobson , was placed before them on his deliverance of life or death , on a charge of having wilfully murdered his own father . The circumstance of relationship , whilst it aggravated the enormity of the guilt , certainly diminished the probability of it . It was his painful duty to detail to them the unusual circumstances under which the event had occurred , and upon which the jury had to try whether the prisoner was guilty or not of this offence . The facts , he feared , established beyond the possibility of a doubt , that the old man received his death-wound at the hands of hia son . That being so , the law threw it

      on to tbe prisoner , by evidence or inference , from the cirsumstsnees of the case , to show that the infliction of the death-wound was done under something af a m « re mitigating nature than amounted to the crime of murder . He , the learned counsel , feared that the circumstances of this case would scarcely admit of such a mitigation . These circumstances he would now detail to them -. —About tbe middle of July last , the father of the prisoner was living at Mount Tabor , about two miles from Halifax . He , the father , lived In a house which he rented of a man named Blrtwhiatle ; and the prisoner lived . ] at Brownhirst , about half-a-mile from Mount Taber . i On the 4 th of July last , abaut half-past twelve at noon , the prisoner ' s wife went to the house of Birtwhiatle ; and made complaint of the conduct of tfee prisoners Ifather . Birt ^ Hfc ^ *« & ; . with hoi to the house of tbe prisoner a father , and found the prisoner and the father qaaueU"jg ; bat . after remaining

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      there about ten minutes the quarrel appeared to be erer , and Birtwhistle went away . Very soon after tha p * soner ' s wife again went for Birtwhiatle , who followed her soon after to the house of the priaoner'afather , and when hegottheie he again found the old man and the prisoner ' s wife quarrelling . Whilst h * waa there , the prisoner came in , and a violent quarrel took place between Hm and his son . The father cursed the son , afcd the son cursed the father ; upon which Birtwhistle properly and severely reproved the son , and made such an address , that In the end the quarre ^ between the prisoner and bis father appeared to be made up . Birtwhistle went away , and thenext time the prisoner is seen is ' at Brownhirst , asking to borrow a pUtpl , and inquiring where hecould purchase powder , shot , and caps- He could

      not get a pistol but he was told that he could get powder , shot , and caps at a shop in Boy-lane . There , about two o ' clock in the afternoon , he got somepowder , shot , and caps . He also got a gun and tried it with powder ; he also loaded it with shot , but whether ho discharged the shot , or it remained in the gun , the evidence would not clearly show . About three n clock the prisoner returned to the scene where this melancholy circumstance occurred , at hia father ' s house , at Mount Tabor . There he took a gun with him , and on going into tne house he said to bisfafcaer— " Are you going to do as you said ? if you are , I will take the first chance . " There was some uncertainty whether the prisoner used those words more than once or not , or he shot at once . But after tbe prisoner had made use of

      this expression , the father said twice— " Shoot me , shoot me ! " The prisoner then levelled the gun at hia father : it mlssod fire ; and if a person who was pr < sent had then possessed proper presence of mind , he might have prevented this unfortunate catastrophe ; but the ) man ran out of the house , and the prisoner put anothee cap on the gun and shot bis father , who died almost Immediately . The prisoner then ran away , aad he was not apprehended till the middle of October last , when he was found at Huddersfleld . These were the cirumatances of-the case , which would be proved by the evidence to be laid before the Jury ; and he ( the Learned Counsel ) feared there would be nothing in them which could lead the Jury to find any other verdict than that of Guilty .

      The following evidence was then called on the part of the prosecution : — Joseph Birtwhistle , ex trained by Mr . Hilx—I am a farmer living at Mount Tabor ; that is about two mil'i from Halifax . In April last I let a cottage to the prisoner . His father , came to live there . Whilst he w r ^ then the prisoner came almost every day . I remeuit « seeing him there 6 s the 2 nd of July ; he catue to live with his father . His wife and children came with iditn . Up to that time he had been living at Brownhirst , about a mile off . On Tuesday , the 4 th of Juiyi bis wife came into our house about twelve o ' clock at noon , and mado some complaint . I returned with her in consequence to the house of the deceased . The deceased was there ; there was some quarrelling . 1 got

      them pacified , and when I left all appeared quiet Prisoner ' s wife came again to our houBe in about ten minutes . I went again to the deceased ' s house ; there was again some quarrelling , and Joseph Dobson ; tha prisoner ) came in . He said " what is there to do !" ¦ H ' i wife said " thy father ' s threatened to take my life . " He replied " never mind , I'll take care he never hurts thee while I am alive . " Prisoner aad hia father quarrelled , and prisoner said , " I'll Bhoot thee before the week if there be powder or shot to be found in Halifax . " Before that the prisoner said he would keep his father no longer , because when he had any work he always spoiled it . They were both weavers . I said " Pray thee , Joe ,

      never say eueli a word again to either thy father or anybody else . " Joseph Dobson swore he would shoot bjs father . In about half an hour Joseph Dobson went out , and the father followed . They kad then apparently become friendly . They went towards Brownhirst I did not go again to the house till John Dobson was shot , about three o ' clock . The house wr . i full of smoke . The deceased was laid across tbe hearthstone ; be sobbed twice after I got in . I saw very little blood . Richard Thomas came in . I did not see the prisoner at all . I went in search of him towards the wood , where they said he had gone . Richard Thomas was on before . I saw him with a gun . We

      did not overtake the prisoner . Cross-examined by Mr . Wilkins—I did not see sufficient of deceased to say he was druuk . When the wife fetched me in tfee old man seemed to be violent . He abused her very much . He said he " would , not have such a good for nought in the house , as she was a mucky idle womaD . " I heard no threat further than that he would not have her in the house . He swore very much . He was as violent aa ever , the second time I went in . In answer to what she said when prisoner came in , I did not hear the deceased say anything . They got into a terrible passion and threatened each other very much . I did not see tbe old man ' s pecketa searched . I saw nothing of any razor . When prisoner spoke of powder and shot he was perfectly iiiad wi a passion .

      Hunry Thomas , examined by Mr . Raines—I live at Btownhirst , and am a weaver there . I bav « known the prisoner since last Christmas . This witness deposed to the prisoner asking him for the loan of a pistol on the day of the murder ; and also enquiring of him wheie he { the prisoner ) could purchase pow'ier , shot , and caps . He then stated that he afterwards saw the prisoner , loading the gun , and said to him , ¦* Joe , what are you going to do wit& the gun that yen are teeming all that shot in J" He said , " O , lad , I'm going up here ft bit to learn to shoot ! " 1 then wont on to Wheatley . I went immediately . The prisoner ran up towards Mount Tab « r . I called after him . I said " Joe , where are you going to with the gun ? " He said again , " O lad , I ' m going up here a bit to learn to shoot "

      Hannah Longbottom , who stated that sfie kept a shop in Boy-lane , about a mile from Mount Tabor , deposed , that on the day of the murder the prisoner bought of her an ounce of powder , a pennyworth 6 f shot and a half-pennyworth of caps . He seemed civil and quiet at the time . John Lassie deposed to tbe prisoner taking the gun from his ( Lassie ' s ; father's bouse . James Snowmen , examined by Mr . Raines . —I am a weaver , at 'Mount Tabor . I was acquainted with the deceased . On the 4 th of July I went to his . house , a little before three o ' clock . Elizibeth Balmforth , Wm . Murgatroyd , Joseph Dobson , his wife , and two children , were there . The deceased was not there at that time . The prisoner had the gun in his hand . I asked him , what he was going to do with the gun . He said he

      was going to shoot butterflies . I saw him put powder and shot in . He had not tired the gun whilst I wc 3 there . When he had loaded the gun , deceased came in . The prisoner said to the deceased " Are you going to do as you said ? " Tbe deceased walked on to tha hearth-stone , and the prisoner walked up to the back of the door . He said again " Are you goiDg to do as you said ? if you be I'll take the first chance . " The old man replied , " Shoot me , shoot me , " Tbe prisoner then pulled the trigger , and the cap missed . I ran put for assistance , and while I was away be put on another cap , fired the gun , and shot the old man dead . I saw the deceased fall as I was running past the window . I gave information to a person of the name of Richard Thomas , and did not return to the house myself . The prisoner looked as civil as if he was shooting at a bird , I mean he looked quiet .

      Cross-examined—I have known the prisoner about half a year ; I had known the deceased about nina weeks , I have often seen them together ; I never saw them quarrel in my life . I don't know that ths old man was once taken up on a charge of murdering hia son . I never heard the old man talk about his ( the prisoner ) being a deserter . There ate two magistrals named Pollard and Deaiden . 1 never heard of the old mau being before them . He workedat our house . Elizabeth Balmforth , who was in the house at the time of the murder , gave similar evidence to the last witness . She saw the old matt shot . Lawrence Bradley examined by Mr . Raines—I am a surgeon at Halifax . I examined tha body of the deceased on the 5 th of July . He had a large lace * rated wonnd on the breast ; it was surrounded by shot . We extracted several shots . In my opinion death was caused by a gun-shot wound . There is no doubt of ifc whatever .

      Tbe examination of the constable who arrested the prisoner ; and that of tbe person who gave information against tka prisoner at the time of his arrest , closed the case for the prosecution . ( Continued in our First page . )

      Associated Wicn Ntcis Wills And Testaments.— What Boundless Richea What Extensive Estates, And What Changes Of Fori., -.Tit J» _ Cl «T» • T T

      associated wicn ntcis Wills and Testaments . — What boundless richea what extensive estates , and what changes of fori ., -. tit J » _ Cl « T » T T

      tune are me woras , ana Testaments . '" Could we form an idea of the amount of property which haa descended to family heirs , through these media , we should be Btruck with . astonishment indeed . But , after all , what are the riches , estates , and possessions , as a . whole , when compared with that inestimable bequest which enriched the Will and Testament of the venerale Old Parr ? By thia psarl of health and life , thousands have been , are still being , and will still be benefitted . The bequests of ordinary wills , are confined chiefly to families aud friends—while that of Old Parr will extend to whole generations . *

      Eating Ltjcifer Matches . —An inquest was held on Thursday , ia Stonehouse , on the body of a fine little girl , aged two years and a half . The child had been playing with a box of lucifer matches , and had bit offthe heads of four or five of them . Immediately after it was taken ill , and died in a few honrs . The surgeon proved death was occasioned by the poison which . hadt > een takenio eating the matches ,. whicli was corroborated by the manu facturer admitting the deleterious nature of the composition used to causa ignition .

      Detebmined Stjicidh at BwsT 0 L .-Mr . yfiih&m jq Prichard , a gentleman wel known in Bristol , as > ' ^ secretary to the Bristol Union Fire-office , in that .. . a city , committed suicide on Friday last , by taW , | prussic acid . An inquest was held upon the body * - jfe when evidence was given to establish the awMSL ^ . < M It appeared also , that thedecewedJiadforsonWffi ^ r ^ . ^ past been subject to great depression ° Pf * Wg ! & <^ MM mental alienation . The jury retpriied ^ twbre& . t ^ - ^ ' * That tbe deoeased committed the act A SBW ? 5 ? . ° ' ^ -i ; i ^ S | S | ing under temporary insanity . " Mr « ^ v 5 ¥ Si ' 3 | "a < ^ 5 ^ S in bis 44 tb year , aad ha& leit a ^^^ l ^^ s ^^^ i ^^^ l

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  • Citation
    • Northern Star (1837-1852), Dec. 23, 1843, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/vm2-ncseproduct960/page/3/