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      J July 5, 1345. The Northern Star. 3.

      J July 5 , 1345 . THE NORTHERN STAR . 3 .

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      1 ERD 1 NAXD FREILIGRATH . On Our readers may remember that in our CJtristmas , np , n-. tnJ , for ISU ^ then appeared a glorious liberty -iCfO'ir , entitled " Freedom and Right , " from the pen iu ' of iuH-leUratcd Ccnannpoet , FEUMNASDFHEiUGRiTn ; eb ^ o have now to request tlieir attention to some furicr iltcr .-i > cciincns of his poetry , together with a few irf pariiciiiars of his public career . Wc arc indebted to xitj . tii ' s Jfjgazme aud tic Atte . iaum { or the means of li-K ii i-KUitr war friends acquainted with the history and ¦ crijscriis " ® f this glorious poet : — "Fermxaxd Fnsiuii . v fiiiTa was born in Westphalia , as one of IllSOWfl vi pm-ms informs us , seme forty years ago , and appears , fH - afH r having enj-yed the advantage of no mean cdu-• Al c- ; i : "'a , to have been started in Hie with the prospect

      !> of Jivsaiug a merchant . In the prosecution of his t cim r he was drawn to the great maritime cities of . ! Jli-Haiid and North Germany , aud there became u familiar with the aspects of a more adventurous life , djmd with those ocean thoughts and wonders which fill : i in siiy of his earlier poems . The stirand strangeness i of iJi ' esc great emporiums—the wanderers , meeting ik-ro from the rciaotest comers of the earth , with aecniiut ? and prosluctions of other zones ; the inward i " bfiuiiJ -hip- , bleached aud stained with the suns and [ w . i vis « f Indian seas ; the vessels leaving harbour for i cotmines , the xer names of which sound like voices i iu ilreaias to the dweller far inland ; these influences : ¦ seem iirst to hare excited the imagination , and in-I jjiiirtvl i ! . c utterance of ihc young poet . Throughout

      all his poems may be felt a longing to roam amidst di-:.- ; i ! i rcsions ; a wild adventurous craving to escape from the commonplaces around him , and behold , face io : > . « . , new scenes and more picturesque forms of csfcttacc . Wc have little doubt that this natural bias <>; a highly imaginative temperament , combined with giwit t-uciry of tons , was quickened by the ciroun !> L-ijices of his life at the critical period of its int ellectual development . At what precise lime , afur having first ventured forth with occasional p ieces iu newspapers and annuals , he renounced all iarihtr notions of commercial lifs , and betook himself ii > literature as a profession , we have not learned .

      His name had been known in Germany , as attached to K-vcnd poems of striking originality , and had begun io be looked for as one of no ordinary promise , for some time before the appearance , about live years ago , of the little volume containing the first scries of ha collected pieces . From this moment his posiiioti tvus netcnnuied . Wc do not know what reception th « book titt from critics ; it soon made itself a piaec , as every genuine utterance of power , early or late will , in the hearts of its readers ; and Freilicrsti ! , without influence , station , or patronage , by the nitre life and colour of his little unfriended bock " , was at once placed , with universal applause , amongst the lyric poets of Gcrmauv . "

      Oi in ! - earlier poetry , the same writer ( in TtaYs Jtie-ziiif ) stits : — " The East , with all its mingled 5 > k-ii'i » cr aad devastation , fierce and beautiful , like the children of its deserts , seems , for some of his fitt-lscst years , to have attracted him with an 5 mj-afce almost supernatural . The poems which its iMpr »! M . ious have produced are certainly his best , litre is something absolutely marvellous in the reality aud vividness wherewith this region , which he L .-H : iever visited , except in fancy , has possessed hi ? mind . It seems present to him at every moment , iaa ' d its various features , with a distinctness that renr liinhmin xrould explain by the metempsychosis . Per ?< aac generations , indeed , if such wanderinss wire true , the migrations of the poet ' s soul might hsvc been wholly amongst Berbers and Bedouins . His poems rustle with the waving of palms , glow with the fervour of an African sky , breathe the hot sir tii ' the desert , and fasten upon you with all the hrcathlrss terror which overcomes a wavfarer in that awful hind . "

      In confirmation of the above we give the following terrible , yet beautiful picture of the burning , boundless desert : — ill <•'«• the Laitour , gay with flags , my restless eyes a-• nundci-ing go ; Bit thine , nith laughing glances , seek the plume that droops across my brow * * Pain of thy deserts would 1 hear , while waves arc gurgling round the boat ; Come ! paint me something cf the land from whence that ostritch tuft was brought . "

      Th ' . < n wit ! I shade nvy brow awhile beneath the hollonr of my hand : let ntll die curtain of thine eyes : Lo ! there the desert ' s glowing sand ! lite cauijiiu ~ places of the tribe that gave mo birth , thine eye discerns ; Sire , in her sun-scorched widows-weed , around thee , now , Zahara burns . Tbo travelled through the lion-land ! Ot boots and claws ye see the joints ; Tiabuctoo ' s caravan ! the spear far on the horizon , yonder , glints ; Tfsve banners ; purple through the dust streams out the Emir ' s princely dress ; Aadin-avc , with sober statclifccod , the camel ' s head o ' erlooks the press .

      Io Serried troop , where sand and shy together melt , they liunfy on ; & lr * 3-iy in the sulphureous mist , the lurid distance gulps them down ; let , by the riders' track , too well ya trace the flying onward host ; Pb 3 tbirkly marked , the sand is strewn with many a thing their speed has lost . Tbe first—a dromedary , dead—a ghastly milestone , marks thvir course ; Pitched on the bulk , with naked throats , two vultures revel , shrieking hoarse ; Anataserforthc meal delayed , yon costly turban little heed , Lost by an Arab youth , and left in their wild 30 nrney * s desperate speed .

      Sew bits of rich caparisons the thorny tamarisk bushes strew ; iad- . leaver , drained , and white with dust , a water-skin rent through and through : ¦ Pho ' s he that kicks the gaping thing , and furious stares , v . ith quivering lid ? It is the black-haired Sheik , who roles the land of Bilednlgvrid . Be closed the rear ; the courser fell , and cast him off , and J ! -.-: l away ; £ B panting to his girdle hangs his favourite wife , in wild drray ; Ec-w ihshed her eye , as , raised to selle , at dawn she Fiaital upon her lord ! 5 c * thrjugh the wastes he drags her on , as from a baldric trails a sword !

      Thesuiiry sand that hut by night tho lions shaggy tad txa ' . s down , She loir uf yonder helpless thing now sweeps , In tangled tresses strown ; It gathers in her flow of locks , burns up her sweet lips ' spicy dew ; Its cra-1 fiiuts , with sanguine streaks , her tender dragging limbs embrew . Aaun-j . v the stronger Emir fails ! with boiling blood his pulses strain ; His eye is gorged , and on his brow , blue glistening , beats the throbbing vein ; "With oiie devouring kiss , his last , he wakes the drooping iluuiish child ; Then iiings himself , with furious curse , down mi the red unsheltered wild .

      3 > al she , amaseo , looks round her : —Ha ! what sight ? My lord , awake 1 behold , Ia » Heaven , that seemed all brazen , how , like steel , it glimmers , clear and cold ! The desert ' s yellow glare is lost ! all round tho dazzling light appears , — It i « a f litter like the sea ' s , that with its breakers rocks iilgiers . ' 5 t siirj ;;? , sparkles , like a stream ! I scent its moisture ct . iifrora hence ; A witle-sjrread mirror yonder gleams ! awake ! it is the ¦ Sill-, perchance . Set » ...: We travelled south . Indeed : —then surely ' tis the Sctifgat , — thicaa it be the ocean free , whose billows yonder rise andfallt

      » hat matter ? Still 'tis water ! Wake ! My cloak ' s alread y flung away , — . Awake , tnylord ! and let us on , —this deadly scorching to « diay : A coolin g draught , a freshening bath , with life anew will ntnc our limbs , 3 o reach yoa fortress towering high , that distance now Willi nek bedims . X see around itsportaJs gray the crimson banners , waving , Its battled ramparts rough with spears ; its hold with ^ n :-.-5 <] Ue aud minaret ; Ml in it- roads , with lofty masts , slow rocking , many a galley lies ; Oqr travellers crowd its rich bazaars , and nil its caravanserais .

      Bdoved : I am faint with thirst J—wake np ! the twilight m ? . rs . Alas ! Jfe raised his eye once more , and groaned , —It is the cejf n ' s mocking glass ! Adutt , theplay of spiteful fiends , more cruel than the Vaoom . —AH hearse , He stop- - * - ! : —the vision fades . ' sho sank , thedyic ^ gs / l . Uj-. . u his corse ! —Thts of his native land the Soorin Tenicehavcn oft woridtell : " OnR . sa « r = ona ' s eager ear , the Captain ' s story thrilling icjl . She Started , as the gondola jarred on the quay with troubling prow : He , siiem , to hia- ahiee led the Heiress of Brabantio . In marked contrast with the above is the following fraceml sketch : —

      the car . EK ciai at the faib 0 let m ? , r . sa : d from Xante ' s isle ! A motiu-ni oa tliy trinkets ponder -. & rounl the German ' s brow , awhile , L « . t st :-: nj . ' leror ; : . , o & jsjs -naaaQr .

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      Thy phials , well-imprisoned , hold Hare scents from Eastern spriug and nature—By thee on Baltic shores are sold XatobVs balms and Persian attar ; Sweet rosewood ' s fleeting anctuons dew ; Kich grains of incense that Az » r bore , — From Bardat camels brought them to The Golden Horn ' s tliiek-masted harbour . In marts beyond the Adrian Sea , From southern wanderers hast thou bought them ; From Stau-. boui and Gaiiipoli For sale in northern lands hast brought them . Thy moving sImw-toc-to glittering lies , lii-shone with rays from crystal glasses ; Gay a 5 the peacock ' s changeful eye ? , Tjjt- couuter glows with painted cases . And thou behind them goest thy

      wav—Good fortune speed thy watdeiings ever ' . Slim as the shy gazelles that stray By Taunus ou Karasa ' s river . Bins turbaned , tressed with raven hair , Thy jilacid forehead thought attires : Sec ' st t 5 ; ou ia fancy the bazaar Of Smyrna , and its white veiled buyers I Dream on ! of other scenes and days , And travels long , and distant places ! What would I % Ash ' st thou ? Only praise Thy smile , and watch thy native graces ! The above pieces arc from his first collection of poems , before he became allied with Young Germany . The iirst edition was soon exhausted , and further editions called for . A further tribute to his merit was bestowed , unsolicited , upon the author , in the form of a pension from the King of Prussia , in 1 S 42 .

      Although the genuine liberality of Freiugkatu ' s political principles was never doubted , he had , up to 1 f 44 , r , T 0 - ( 3 e , J ai , y connection with Touiijj Germany . Though not Hind to the evils afflicting His country , nor insensible of the grievances of which his brother IHiinelandera complain , still the turmoil of politics and the strife of partizansliip appears to have had no charm in his eyes ; and the probability is , that he would have remained contented with his mission as a poet , without adding thereto that of the politician , but ika wantonexerciseofpoweronthe part of tbeotliousceusojshi p , wkichroused him to resistance , and ultimately drove him to choose his side , aud cast his lot vilh the people and against the government . The grievances complained of by the German people

      subject to the Prussian monarchy are anything but imaginary . The general complaint is to the effect that the constitution , promised in return for the national efforts in 1813 , hits been withheld ; that the hopes of a more liberal policy , thrown out by the present monarch at his accession , have been found deceptive ; that the government persists in treating the people as children , and insists on doing all "for , and nothing by them "—aud therefore restrains , in the most vexatious manner , the freedom of speech and writing ; the latter by a censorship—the former by persecution of all who dare to cry out against politieal abuses . It is , moreover , a ground of bitter coimdaint , that the Court personally related to the

      Russian Autocrat , leans decidedly in its political friendships towards that hated power , aud zealously represses every syllable of comment on the atrocities it has committed , or the encroachments and violence g it is supposed to be still meditating . The Rhinelanders—aud Freiligrath is one—complain , too , of special grievances , and have their own peculiar discontents . To all who can write—and their name is legion—the censorship is the most provoking and unbearable of all the powers of the Prussian despotism , and that of Cologne especially , is very strict and tyrannical . 3 t was its interference with the poem wc now give which occasioned FnEiueiuiH ' g revolt : —

      F 10 WEES . Flowers crowd on flowers the undying human tree ; By laws ettrue they spring successive forth . Here , still as one may pale and waning be , There , fall and glorious , springs another birth . A ceaselGas coining and a ceaseless going , And not an hour inert and iked both wait ; We see them strown ou earth , or newly blowing , And every bloom a people and a state . Even we behold , who go on feet scarce aging , Some dying down , and others rifled sore . Before our eyes the Steppo ' s vulture raging , The Polish rose wiih greedy talons tore . Stern on her way , the leaves of Spain among , Goes History , roaring—say , is she to sink ? Must yonder other , weak and canker'd long , Bestrew the Bosuhorus , crashing from its brink ?

      But near tins fading one , which from the bough , The spirit of time , with giant force , is shaking , See , joyous , eye-bright , full of sap and glow , To light and life new impulses are breaking 1 How rich the shooting growth on every hand ! AVhat stir in branches , old and new , is rife ! How many a bud even we have seen expand , How many burst aloud , in pride of life ! And now , thank God ! within the German bud Stirs something , too , that seems about to burst ) Fresh as our Herman by the Weser flood , Fresh as from Wartburg Luther saw it , erst . An hiipulss old ! but ever newly swelling , But still aihirst the sunny beams to taste ; But evermore of spring and freedom telling—0 ! will the hud become a flower at last ?

      Yea , full of blooih ! So ye will cease to hinder What niusf have room to burgeon , free and glad ; ' Sor deem what liature brings , than nature blinder , More noxious growth , and suckers wild and had ; So ye will look that no rank mildew sears The noblest leaves , forbids the germ to grove ; So jo will cast away thedist and shears—If so—ay , thus alone , methinks—if so ! Then who the folded bloom expanding loosest , 0 breath of spring 1 for us breathe hither , too . Thou who all nations' sacred germs nnclosest , O breath of spring ! on ours benignly blow ! Oh , from her deepest , stillest sanctuary , Kiss her awake , to scent , and shine , and bloom !¦ Lord God Almighty ! what a flower of glory , This Germany , 'fore all , may yet become !

      Flowers crowd on flowers , the undying human tree ; By laws cterne they spring successive forth : Here still , as one may pale and drooping be , There , full and glorious , springs a newer birth . A ceaseless coming , and a ceaseless going—And not an instant still and dead may stand . We see them strown on earth , or newly blowing , And all this future hides the Almighty hand . The second stanza , " as containing a reflection upon a power in friendly relations with Prussia , " was struck out of this piece when sent for publication to the Cohsne Journal ; and the protest on the subject which the author addressed to tho supreme court at Berlin was declared unfounded . This decided the poet ' s course . His first act was to rclkguish tho pension bestowed upon him by the Prussian King , lie next devoted some six months ( of the past year )

      to the composition of poems—all having the same purpose—to announce to his German countrymen his espousal of what he had learned to regard as the people ' s cause . When a sufficient number had been completed to make a volume , it was secretly printed at Maintz ; and , as soon as it was ready to appear , the poet , persuaded that he could no longer remain at home in safetv . shock the dust from his feet , and sought an asylum * in Brussels . It was fortunate he did so , as it is stated that the King of Frussiahimself signed the order for the poet's arrest . Thesticcess of his " Confession of Faith , " as his volume is styled , has been very great . Seven thousand copieswere sold very shortly , although the Government duHts best to suppress the work . Fkhiuobatu ' s fraternisation with Xouiig Germany has been an occasion of no small triumph to that party , and of at least equal mortification to the court and its adherents .

      The following , the first announcement of Faaru-GKAin ' s enlistment in the army of Young Germany , is conveyed in a very picturesque form . According to old tradition , the neighbourhood of the lovely Laachcr Sec , in the Duchy of Berg ( where the poem . begins ) , was the scene of Gcnovcva s retreat from the eraeltr of her husband . The Xtw ' a hand , which is supposed to appear from the waters , & also 8 Q OS paritloii belonging to the place : —

      GOOD M 0 BSIXGI Down I gazed from ElifePa ridges wooded , As the moon at full the clouds ' gan break ; Far , and dazzling white , her lustre flooded Loach ' s monastic walls and tranquil lake . Gently breathed low winds along the valley , Leaves and sedges whispered round the strand J From tie flood arose , and beckoned , palely Fair aud sliin ,-tbe Sun ' s mysterious hand ! Like a flower afar it glimmered whltely , Hose and fell as heaved the water slow , Bound it mirrored stars were floating brightly •—Were they chcrmed from heaven to shine bilow Still the spotless hand the sign repeated : Shuddering swelled the wave with surging flow ; lights unearthly through the branches fleeted ; O ' er the crossway leapt the frightened roe .

      Was ' t the Hind , that Genovava mourning , Long attended , and hor tears consoled 1 0 ! there seized me thus a sore sweet yearning For tho holy Fable-world of old ! 5 f early , then , the pallid hand obiying , -JIad I followed , to its magic cell : But , with force awaked , mytclf arraying 'Gainst mysdf , I rose above the spell . Lake and abbey , spires of rock and turret , ¦ \ Vood " and Va 5 e where Gehbveva mourned ; Trom the scene , with mconVrglit glancing o ' er it , T , ~ ith or . elosTs , my last , I fiimlr turned . "" Hastening thence , by shaded paths , while ever On the leaves the wildering moonbeams lay ; Toward the morning , and my nativs riv ^ r ;—From the night ,, to welcome intlie day ! So for real life I left my droaming ;

      Shades and ghosts forsook withont a sigh : —r Yonder , lo ! in joyous sunlight gk-amin j-, Dii-r-, railb . . ... v . a ; : f . wo , a , ii ..- &• ¦' &¦* rvc-Lej by 1

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      Bushed the Rhine;—and life in motion met me I Yes ! these shores to life my heart invite If or , like those I left , extend to greet me , Spectral hands , and lifeless fingers white . No ! the grasp of welcome undissembiing , From that people ' s frank and faithfulhands , That , with reverence duo , but never trembling , By the mark , resolved , for justice stands . 0 ' it chased , vJ ghosts and idle yearning , All of night tnat on my bosom lay . To my nation , then , I bade " Good mornin" !" Xext , God willing , shall I bid " Good day !" So , " Good morning . "• Free I choose my station With the people , and their cause make mine , u OCt , r / Utrch and labour tciih thy nation . "' Thus I read , to-day , my Schiller ' s line . Here is an arrow shot at the censor ' s office , labelled

      WHEIt I Some headsmen , lately , says the paper , In honest rage have thrown Away the sword and fatal wrapper , And said— " Enough ! ' tis done ! A voice witliin our souls cries Harrow ! We hear it , and give o ' er . Behead your thieves yourselves to-morrow . ' We'll head and hang no more !" 0 ! when shall fate so bless the German , That ye who fill a worse Than hangman ' s charge , shall so determine ; And spurn what freemen curse 1 And from you hurl the butchering cleaver , And cry " We loath the stain : Unlimb us if you will ; but—never That shame , at least , again ' . " Ko ! let him be by Germans rated

      From hence , but knave and coward , Whose frigid stabs have mutilated The unpioteeted word ; Who dares to touch the chosen genius Of all that ' s burn most free ; Who to the soul , that God within us , The hangman ' s groom will bel If mind be such a dangerous matter , So be it ! Jlind attack . Against it , with your ordnance batter , With screa'drons , charge and hack . But we , our scissors fling devoted To nuine ' s indignant sweep : — So German now , with faise unspotted , The censor ' s name will keen !

      That tho inhabitants of the lower Rhine aro thoroughly German in their feelings was sufficiently evidenced a few years ago when the Gallic gore-andglory-niougers were vapouring about " regaining the frontier of the Rhine ; " this anti-French feeling , together with the national hatred of Russia , is well shown in the following admirable poem : —

      THE IWO FLAGS , A Jiosei dogger on the Rhine ! 'Twas towed up stream ; the horses panted . And forward , fluttering in the shine , The hoisted ensign boldly flaunted ; Long-streaming landwards over head , The finest colours , fresh and galliard , —• Blue , as 1 lire . then white , and red , la upright stripes , too , down the halyard ! I stopped , with wondering eyes thrown wide ; While from the craft , in saucy chores , The Frenchmen hailing , loudly cried :

      ' ' Ay ! look 1 the tricolor flies o ' er us !" So ! to myself I growled , —keep still ! At home it seems you yet speak German j Lorraincrs , bound from Thioiiville , For France need scarcely make such stir , men ! Therewith I let the pennon go ; And soon the hanging branches hid it . Here , on our Rhine , no welcome , though , As Gsd ' s my witness now , I bid it ! ' . And meant it aught , upon these banks , Than peace , as borne on yonder gabbard , I'd join its foemenin the ranks , When German steel has left the scabbard

      Let home and country still be first ! But then—no word of blind-eyed rancour The flag we prize ; and that it burst For freedom way in France , may thank her . Even now 'tis wet with July blood;—Say where was nobler shed , or bolder t So , though we'll watch it close—' tis good To have a gallant ioe to shoulder . And thus , while keeping France at bay , With knitted brows , we still esteem her . — At evening ' s close that very day Down stream there rushed a Cologne steamer , Which fluttering iu the twilight bore Displayed , the royal bird of i ' russia , And near it , sable spread on or , The eagle double-necked of Russia .

      That eagle black , which lately tore The * white one ' s heart with talons savage The same that now screams hovering o ' er Free mountain holds , in lust to ravage : The same that from its frozen nest Gloats ever round with eye unsated ; And , symbol fit for tyrant ' s crest , Of aU that's free is feared and hated ! The same that basely broods , e ' en now , As catch-pole , on our country ' s borders . To whom , though less than friend—a foe , At heart , —we kneel , and sue for orders ! Whose cunning seeks , as friend and guest , Out eagles in his snares to bury ; Aud found in every German nest , A mission from the Cnlinuck eyry .

      The same 5 For this , his bark to-day Upon our vine-clad Rhine he launches ; And wings for Holland , on his way From some of his Germanic branches . For this , loud flapping—silly fowl ! Our eagle speeds to meet him , whirring , And both fly downwards , cheek by jowl—As if they both one aim were nearing ! I scowl'd indignant o ' er the strand ! Thou , Germany ! the Steppe ' s vassal ? Thou with Siberia hand in hand ? Thou bear a Calmuck ' s train aud tassel I Thou to the Pole-assassin Czar Kneel down , in fervour of subjection ; On Rhine his son and eagle dare Salnte with volleys of affection 1

      Ay ! how they coo , and smirk , and grin ! Ay ! what a cloud of wafted kisses ! Good journey t ' ye ! whate ' er you win , Were sure to pay—What slavery this Is ! Go ! but the Rhine . this greeting sands—Though kings may play at love aud favour , The people never will be friends ! The people will be foes for ever ! Thou patient stream , that bear ' st the brag Of every ensign , French or Russian 1 0 ! had ' st thou but a German flag In every port from lake to ocean ! One Geiinau nation's—prompt to check The Gallic cock ' s too saucy crowing , And prouder from its haughty neck The Russian eagle ' s favour throwing !

      No wonder FnKiucniin has made a perjured king tremble , when he putsiinto the mouth of Prussia's most famous monarch tho following bold sentiments : — It chanced the other day in Heaven : uprose the hang . old Fritz , And rubbed his hands , and snuffed tho air , and smote Ids hilt by fits ; Strode to and fro , and glowered round with fiery looks , and grim , And straight drew up whore Blucher stood , and Serr von Stein by him . To Ziethen , too , and Winterfoldt , he beckoned to draw

      near , They hastened up , and Gneisennu behind them did appear ; Schwsrin , the marshal , came ; and Keith , and Scharnhorst heard tits eall I Till Prussia ' s heroes , old and new , were gathered , one mid all . -. ' " How wheu he saw them mustered ao » "A Uwuaiaa plagues , " he said , "It turns me fairly crazy ; zounds ! that I should now be dead ! That , deuce of all ! I cannot riso this instant in Berlin ! 'Twere the very time for me again ! What ? is it not Sehwerin ?

      " I'd grasp it to some purpose;—ha!— no more aa Autocrat , So , sirs ! not now—new times aro come , that need a newer state . Why , even the light I shad , was new , and made so o , ulck ablaze , It nearly passed my power to guide ; as mighty as I was . "Xo , sirs ! but what I did by words , I made inaction seen ; And ill that mighty period since , that dates from year thirteen , Would serve but as a groundwork ( true , s broad , lm » posing base . ) , Whereas to-day , with bold design , a modern state I a

      raise . "Tor Modern Time , that more demands than treachery and cheat : For modern time , thai more demands than he * and mere deceit : — Tl » t « sla , and more will have , at last , than phroM and sound can do , That asks to breathe at last , and will breathe deep and freely too ; "Good Lord ! this cheated Germany ! And none to arenge its wrong ! And none to help it to its right , by fraud withheld bo long ! Sack promise sworn to it , and broke , severely to exact , — Tread Karsbad under foot , and spurn Vienna ' s selfish pact ! "Fd do it ! how their protocols ' and snares this hand should maul ! States of the realm—one German Law—free Justice seen Of all :

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      And speech for all as fr « e ! By rieaven ' . thus would I clear the riri ; j— ' Aye ! thorough would I drive , by Jove ! as sure as I ' m tb « King ! " That were a bomb ! What then ? It might run cross a year or so ; But all would come to right at last : I'd end it well , I know . And if the storm did gather round , and thunder , fire , and blood . Why I , a King , would Kings defy for such a people ' s good ! "And when the storm was laid , how full of suu the land would be ! A free United happy land , a great strong Germany ' . Thus after storms the rainbow hangs the shifting clouds beyond—And Kings tho people ' s compact sign—a real German bond !

      "Fora noble stream the people is ; who dares his life confide To its strong wave , and scan its depths , and boldly trust its tide ; With joyous sound it bears aloft , mid floats him bravely on ; And only sweeps , without remorse , the weak and coward down . "Audme 'twould bear ;—me , too , ' twould speed—Ha ! Blucher ! is ' t not so ? Another age the people ' s King—even more than mine should know ! And when I died , they'd mourn my loss , aud bless mv name uloud . " " Aye , would they , please your Majesty r the heroes said , and bowed .

      The reviewers , both in the Athenmim and Vtit ' s Magazine , deplore the fact that Fbisimgu ith lias become a political poet . In the former of these publications the reviewer says— " YCd need not discuss the opinion of those who maintain that every poet should be an organ for the spirit of his time , and , therefore , lend his voice aud arm to its civil interests . * * * Tliis is not our creed : we believe that another vocation is designed for both the poet and his work : — that he is apt to go astray in the troubles of party , that rougher weapons may suffice for this strife , and

      that the sweet voice of . son # was not made for its hawh discords . * * * There may , indeed , be occasions when even the singer , for the sake of his convictions and the love of his " country , may be forced , in evil days , upon a struggle , in which his muse is all soiled and tattered ; buCthc lovers of his art , allowing that such discs may arise , will at least bo permitted to lament that there should bo times in which this sacrifice of his peculiar gifts may become a painful duty . " The reviewer in Tail takes a like view of the question , but fortunately answers himself , and , indeed , his brother objector too . He admits

      that—There may be better aims even than the highest poetical tKeelJence , good as that aim may be . There may be times in which it is the duty of e \ ery honest man to give up all else for the vindication of what he believes to be just and right . Tho poet who hears a call from above , ordering him to take part in the warfare for a holy cause , and who , thereupon , putting oft' his shining garments , clothes himself in the dress fitted for a rude struggle , is au object of admiration of a nobler kind than his peculiar vocation could havo entitled him to . Surely such " times" are the present ; surely the " occasions" allowed by the Atiiena-um exist at this juncture ; when the great German people , divided and separated , are niado the prey of contemptible bcggarlv princes , whose wretched tyrannies are only endured because propped up by the bayonets of the Austrian and Prussian despotisms ; when those despotisms are allied with the _ bioody autocracy of itussia to stem the progress of free principles , making Germany the informer , gaoler , and executioner of

      Folwh , Italian , and Swiss liberty ; when kings have violated the solemn pledges , on the faith of which the millions poured out their blood like water to save those regal perjurers ; when the wealth-producers arc driven to insurrection by lack of bread , and cannon and chains are the only remedies prescribed for their sufferings ; when the tieriuan mind is chained down by a tyrannical censorship , and all its aspirations for tho right , the good , aud the true , are choked by the strong red-hand of kingly tyranny ; when , in short , the muzzle is on the mouth , the sword hews down the pen , patriots languish in prison , and poets sing the strains of their father-land in exile—surely these arc days when the bard may not only be permitted to throw himself into the political arena to combat for the right ; but more than that , he is surely enjoined to do so , if he would not be a traitor to his most holy trust—a renegade to the mission for which heaven has endowed him with a gift the most glorious humanity can know .

      \ V c protest against the doctrine that poets , when they take to political themes , necessarily make a sacrifice of their genius . The writer in Tail should remember Burns' " Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bletV ' which has made the name of its author familiar from Indus to the Pole , and , strange as it may appear , it is this hymn—anti-English though it bethat of all his lyrics is the best known and appreciated in England . Again , it is Giiir-mai ' s political pieces on Poland , Greece , & c , particularly his " Pleasures of Hope , " a political , production from beginning to end , which will mainly cause his liaihe to ba remembered In the list of British poets . Some of the best productions of the first of Irish poets , Moonn , are notoriously political — even " Lalla Rookh " is brimfulofpoliticsundertlicrose . Shelley ' s noblest production , " Queen Mab , " is a manifesto

      against tho present order of things political , social , and religious , and it is well known that Ibis was not his only political production . Turning to other countries , it will not be disputed that the only poets America has yet produced , whoso effusions are destined to live , arc those who have devoted themselves to the Anti-Slavery cause . The writers in the Athenatum and Tait must have altogether forgotten EfiLUGKit , the prince of political poets ; and , lastly , where is there a piece of poetical composition which has the world-wide fame of tho Marseillaise Hymn ? But wc must conclude . before we do so , however , we cannot resist the temptation to repent Frkili-GBATn ' s beautiful hymn " Freedom aud Right . " Our readers , we dare say , will not quarrel with the repetition , particularly as the following is a different translation to that which appeared in our Christmas Garland : —

      FREEDOM AND BIGHT . Oh ! say not , believe not , the gloom of the grave Tor ever has closed upon freedom's glad light , For that sealed are the lips of the honest and brave , And the scorners of baseness are robbed of their right . Though the true to their ouths into exile are driven , Or , weary of wrong , with their own hands have given Their blood to tlieir jailers , their spirits to Heaven—Yet immortal is freedom , immortal is right , ' Freedom and Right 1 Let us not be by partial defeats disconcerted ; They will make the grand triumph more signal and bright ; Thus whetted , our zeal will be doubly exerted , And the cry be raised louder of Freedom and Right , ' For these two are one , and they mock all endeavour Of despots their holy alliance to sover , Where there ' s Right be ye sure there are freemen , and

      ever , Where freemen are found will God prosper the Right . Freedom and Right ! And let this thought , too , chaer us—moro proudly defiant Tho twins never bore them in fight after fljjht , Never breathed forth a spirit moro joyous and buoyant , Making heroes of dastards in nature ' s despite . Round the wide earth they ' re marchiug ; their message they ' ve spoken , And nations leap up at tho heart-thrilling token ; For the serf and the slave they have battled , and broken

      Tho fetters that hung upon black limbs and white . Freedom and Right ! And battle they still , where the voice of earth's sorrow Tells of wrongs to avenge , of oppressors to smite ; And tonqueroi-s this day , or conquered to-morrow , Fear ye not , in the end they will conquer outright . 0 ! to sea the bright wreath round their victor brows shining , All the leaves that nrs denr to tho nations combining , Erin ' s shamrock , tlio tJive of Ilcllaa entwining With the Oak leaf , proud cmttenrof Germany's might ] Freedom and Right !

      There nr « sore aching bosoms and dim eyes of weepers Will be gathered to rest ere thut day see the light ; But je two will hallow the graves of the sleepers , 0 ! ye blest ones we owe to them , Freedom and Right ! Fill your glasses meanwhile : —To the hearts that were true , boys , To the cause that they loved when the storm fiercest blew , boys , Who had wrong for their portion , but won right for you , boys , Drink to them , to tho Right , and to Freedom through Right !

      Freedom through Right ! Not for his ' Own profit—not fo * hia own peace—not for his individual prosperity , Fkeilkuutii has taken his stand with the mauy against tho few . Ho has done so , not moved thereto by a boyish impulse , which , the first flush of enthusiasm over , might leave him a changed man . At the mature ago of forty , he has decided , after long deliberation , that it was a duty hc owed to his country and mankind to make the sacrifice of renouncing all for liberty , and heroically the offering has been made . Like all poets , he is , we believenot too rich iu tho world ' s wealth , yet

      , ho has renounced his pension . Like aH Germansand especially German poets—he lot cd his home , yet that home and country ne has forfeited . His disinterested conduct and his great genius combine to make hia accession to Tioung Germany a matter of vast importance to that party , and oi scarcely less importance to the general cause of Freedom . Honour to Febmkasd Fkeilioraih ! His name inscribed upon tho list of their " household gods" will be revered by tho lovers of liberty in all nations ; and Euglislnncn will certainly not be the last to do homage to the Poet oi' the Rhine .

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      TIIE ORPHAN ; OR , jy . 'EMOIRS OF MATILDA . ^ -Pauts VIII . and IX . !*> ' Eucesb Sce . London : T . C . Newbv , 72 , Mortiiucr-strect , Cavendishsquare . This is a wonderful book : we loati . 'C tho subjectwe are pained beyond all power of expression at reading the perusal of talus of horror which we would fain believe not to be possible , yet wo are constrained to read on . The revolting pictures of male and female monsters , drawn by the author , although we liftvc never known such—and , wc trust , never shallare , we fear , portraits of no imaginary beings , but those of actual living wretches spawned into being by the impurities of fashionable life , and the vices of our social system . The knowledge which M . Sue evidently possesses o the f emale heart is moat amazing .

      WOUAN S LOVE . Oh ! there is in the invincible love of woman a feeling of magnificent charity—too exalted for the iiitolligeiico and faculties of the vulgar to comprehend . The more a woman suffers , the more desirous is she to spare suffering to him who occasions her own , and she puts in practice with a pious resolution , Viuit precept of tho gospel , which is so sublime a one in its simplicity , " Do not unto others what you would not should be done unto yoa . " ni'SB & SB AND WIFE . — TUE CUSTOMS OP SOCIETY

      DESTBUCT 1 VE OP LOVE AND HAPPINESS . Ami you would wish that it should be j ; on . ' you ! always you : so that at hist both you and I should be covered with ridicule ? All , Madame , if you had not a maimer so freezing and disdainful , you would be sufficiently surrounded to find many an arm instead of mine—there ure a thousand little innocent coquetries perfectly allowable in the uorhl by which a woman is permitted to seek amongst the men who surround her those attentions which a husband could net sheiv without being pointed at—but no ! you shew a degree of sulleuness and hauteur that drives away every one from you . And—Men—you complain of being isolated ! If I were to do as you do , what would become of me , 1 should be one of those uc « happy , jealous husbands , who never speak to a woman , norcr budge from the entrance of the door . * * # * And what is the consequence ? That those hind of husbands are ridiculed . 0 , my dear , for you and for myself , I am quite decided always to avoid acting in that maimer .

      * ' And so , " 1 exclaimed with bitterness , " I am to subrait without complaining to these strange laws of society , which consider it a sovereign impropriety in a htisb . tnil to occupy himself with his wife , ami to pay those attentions to her which he lavishes upon others ! Singular custom which impresses , as it were , the stamp of good breeding upon the appearance of infidelity , which brands with ridicule every legitimate and natural attention !"

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      was born the member of a civilised nation—that he was not born a Hottentot Ginno . v , to be girdled with ovino offal—not an Exquiniaux Giiuio >" , with a fishbone through his nostrils—but an English Gimios , inheriting the decencies of broad cloth and silken hose , and privileged for rump steaks and port , like any other Christian gentleman . In the like way let the present generation of men express a rapturous thanksgiving that they live in the printing days of Punch ! Let them , however , not be vain , glorious , or arrogant in their happiness , Ivo , whilst the Slllilll tear of gratitude twinkles in their right eye for a peculiar blessing , let them think with mournful pity —with affectionate tenderness , on the benighted condition of their forefathers . For they , poor souls , lived not in the typographic days of Puxcn !"

      Such is the opening of the prctace to tho eighth volume of l ' unch , which closes in this part ; in which is also contained the first number of the ninth volume . The whole preface—which by the by , instead of preceding the volume , comes in at the " conclusion , but all things are allowable to Punch—is excellent , and wo are strongly tempted to give it entire , but cannot hnd room . The contents of this part , both literary . and artistic , are all that could be desired . From the first number of the volume now commenced , wo give the following excellent article : —

      THE ARGUMENT OP THE PISTOL . Mr . Roebuck has , at least , done one good thing . He has caused a great fall in the price of duellingpistols . In a few years , and such social instruments will be only so much old iron . Hair-triggers , at least a few samples , will be preserved by the Meyricks and other virtuosi among the weapon * of a by-gone time—of an extinct age of barbarism . They will take their place with the scalping knife of the Red Man . A few nights since Mr . Roebuck , in his place in the House of Commons , flung some hard words at the Irish Repeal Mcmbcis and their great Chain , O'Connell . There are few who can deny the truth of tho assertions of the Member for Bath : but then , it is said , truth is not to be spattered about in the material of dirt . Tho Irish llepcal Members—the mild

      sucking-doves of Conciliation Hall—the orators , who when speaking of the Saxon , link nameless phrases together—pretty and innocent as chains of daisies made by children—these , the sensitive and soft-spoken , when truth is to be dealt out npon . thcm , would have it very mild and sweet , indeed ! They would invoke Truth , as the poet invokes Spring;—Veiled in a shower of roses , soft descend ! And when truth comes not in such odoriferous stream , but in a shower of mud—the sufferers , on the instant , shout for gunpowder to sweeten them from what they call the pollution . An Irish Repealer may deal in the syllables " miscreant "— "liar "—" coward "" renegade "— "traitor ; " no word can be too dirty for his tongue when assailing the Saxon : when ,

      however , comes the turn of the Saxon to reply , he must respond after Carnival-fashion ; with nothing harder than sugar-plums . A sweep attacks you with handfuls of soot from a bag that seems inexhaustible , — and you are not to take the fellow by the collar , and shake him into some sense of decency : no , you are to fling nothing at him more offensive than egg-shells filled with rose-water . If you do , his honour is hit ; his enninc-skinned reputation is stained , and" blood and wounds !"—he roars for pistols ! Mr . Roebuck thus denounced the Repeal worshippers of O'Coniicll : — " Those who follow such a leader deserve little respect either for their position or their intellect . " 'Whereupon , the gunpowder Member for SHgo , Mr . Somers , writes a note to Mr . Roebuck

      asking"Are you prepared to justify these words { these words are underlined )? The meaning of the words I have underlined I am sure you are too well read in the old histories of chivalry to misinterpret . " Ha , Mr . Somers ! the days of such chivalry , if not gone , are fast going : for Mr . Roebuck—vulgar mint ! —does not submit himself to the chance of being killed for speaking a lianl , unpalatable verity , but calls up the letter-writer before the House for breach of privilege , and is praised and patted on the back by the Prime Minister and others for his true courage . Whereupon , Mr . Somers does not offer a pistol at Mr . RcebucK , but an apology ; a wiser and a better thing . It has been urged , that since Mr . Roebuck will not fisht . he ought not , by his abusive powers , to render

      himself obnoxious to a challenge . Mr . Roebuck is no general favourite of ours , lie is too " splenetic and rash "—besides being a little too much tainted with the conceit that he was sent into the world as the world's sole Mentor . We do aot always approve of Mr . Roebuck ' s language : certainly , were we to select an epithet for him , we should not borrow that applied to Homer ; no we , should not call him " tho golden-mouthed" Roebuck . But this defect , we submit , is tho greatest ai'i'iimcut against the sheer foilv , the inexpressible stupidity of duelling . Wc will suppose Mr . Roebuck to possess ten times his present amount of vituperation : we will imagine him to be worthy the envy of even O'Conncll himself : wo will think the member for Bath a sort of human

      cuttle-fish , blackening , when he lists , all around him . Well , had he even Irish charity to defend his bad words by a worse weapon , tho pistol—would not the man lie had recklessly , most unjustly abused , bo a fool" of honour , " still a fool—to give his libeller tho chance of shooting him he had outraged ? Thank heaven ! the opinion of the world is fast becoming a surer test of a mail ' s honour , than hair-triggers . At the moment we write , there lies another victim to the stupidity of " gentlemanlike satisfaction . " Another duellist lies in " his bloody shroud . " From the evidence of Mrs . Hawkey on the inquest , wc come at a strange code of honour recognised in the Army . She states that the victim , Mr . Scton , followed her with dishonourable importunities ; in tho course of which he observed" Whatever your husband says to mo , I shall not go out with him j it is impossible for a cavalry wan to mix himself up with an infantry man . "

      Thus , an adulterer—a scoundrel of any dye—according to this precious code , is not to give what he himself considers gentlemanly satisfaction , if he , tho villain , be a aavah-y man . " He is to be saved from punishment by his horse . The argument is unworthy of the intelligence even of the quadruped ! The laat few days hare done mortal Jmnn to the principle of" gentlemanly satisfaction . " Potentates have in their time caused " Ultima ratio regum ' to be inscribed on their murderous cannon . Tho " last argument fjfltfeiga ! " In like manner public opinion is fast tracing on tho duelling-pistol— Ultima ratio shdtomm , ! The last argument of fools!—ruaea . Anew volume just commencing affords a favourable opportunity for new subscribers to enroll tuoir names in the list of 1 ' unch's friends 1 > c hear from very sect ' . av . tl . orHy ( hat thu im ! o < tFi * ck lias ot late c : ionur-. ' 3 l- ' ! . ¦ ¦¦;¦ : ; .- ¦¦ - ' ¦ „ ' - ' ¦ • - - ' -. ' •¦ - ¦ - ' ' ¦ ' ¦

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      OLD IKKfcAND A . M ) YOUXO IRKUXD . An Irish Le-ieml . By Barney Magulre . Asy now , boys , and I'll tell ye a story . There was wanst upon a time a tundherin' big joiant called Dan that kep' all Ireland under his thumb , and did just as he pksed irit ? totit a . vin any bouVs hve but Ids own . A schamingould fellow he was ' bv all accounts , for , though he was big an' uglv enough to airn an honest living , he liked far btttiicr to go shootimi * about the country , with a bug at his back , hoggin ' ha pence up and down from the poor people "for the love of God and Odd Ireland ; " though 'twas well

      known he didn ' t care a thruimcctt f for the one or the other . Thin , if any body daatcd to refuse giving him soaictliing towards " the rint , " as lie used to caff the money he gathered tbis way , he'd abuse him and call him all manner of ondacent names before the neighbours , and so , bedad , bctuno blarneying and bullying , he got the upper hand of the people antirely , and lived like a fightm' cock , ating . and tihiinkiug of the best , and spiittin' his sides laughing at the pooc fools that he humbugged to their very faces . Well , at last he got as impident and owdacious as a tinker ' s dog , saving your presence , and nothing would sarvc him but a lino house , which he called " Consillyathnv hall , " by way of a sly joke agin thesilly crathcrs that built it fur him .

      lhcro he sat furninst tho door , as botild as bull beef , with an ould Tara-hill caubeenl on his head , and a harp in hia fist , playing up " The Repale Jigg , " and talking all sorts of rauvnawsh § stories about " Ould Ireland " - r . nd " Uerrydethcrvary bonsmin . " In course , the faster he played the faster cnine in " tho rint , " and maybe he didn't humour tho music , and twangle the strings of the ould harp up and down , and in and out , and back ' ards and for ' ards , till he had half Irelanddanchi' " The Repale Jigg . "

      Hows ever , there was a boy that ti . e ould joiant had hired to clane his shoes , anil <; o round with the hat to collect " the rint ; " this ek'ip ' s name was " Young Ireland , " and well becomes him . He takes an idaya into his head that he could play " The Repale Jigg " as well as Dan himself , and so one day he comes up to him where he whs sittin' fair an ' asy upon the thrcaty-stone of Limerick , tuning his harp , and " Give us that harp , Dan , " s-ivs he . " What for ? " j-ays Dan , kokin ' mighty hard at him .

      " ' 1 o play upon , " says Young Ireland . " I flatther myself I ' m as good a hani at it as you , or at laste I can larn . " " Larn your granny to milk ducks , young man , " answers the joiant . " Tho people arc getting tired of your old tunes , Dan—they want something new ; so you'd better give me the harp , " observes the consiiteu chap . " You'd better thi-y and take it , " says Dan , smiling quite pleasantly at him . "Here goes then , " cries Young Ireland , making a grip at the instrument ; but , before he coidd lay hould of it , Dan fetched him a kick in the sate of his smallclothes that , saving your presence , lifted the hat off his head .

      I beg your pardon , sir , says Dan ; " no offence , I ho \) e . " " JN ' one in tho world , " answers young Ireland , wlio was completely cowed , and never again offered ta tottcii the harp—of the Irish giant . " Doixgs" o . v ths UitLia > . u > s . — 'L'he advertisement of a newly-projected vfest country railway announces tho chairman of ihc provisional committee by the name of Howe Browne . Wc know nothing of the merits of this individual , but a good many have already been done &; wn on the Parliamentary gridiron , u ' nd the shareholders of a good many others will hereafter say to themselves—how green , ' A Coiti-KTOT Witness . —A lawyer recently testifying in one of the IS ' ew York Courts of Justice , in relation to a man ' s sanity , said , " 1 have no doubt of the old gentleman being perfectly sane at the time referred to , as 1 recollect that he refused to pay my costs .

      THE 1 'LACAM . E I'SiLATB , Ph- 'lpotts , whose lip with rage ne ' er quivered , YVliose pen with gall was ne ' er emlued , Anoiber charge has just delivered , In liis peculiar placid mood . Still , when ibis " placid " piiest explodes , i'idiiA : cartridges he uses—never ; No—ImII as woll us pointer loads Each charge he ilehjiicth to deliver ! SoMEimxo worth TitviNO at . — '' Brougham is , let them say what they will , " said Davy Wire , " a great law reformer . " " Very gocd , " allowed Charley Pearson ; " but if so , why decsn t he try his hand upon the Recorder ? ' '

      Slukiuko ik CuL-itca . —Perhaps tho most curious things about St . Philip ' s Chapel , Winchester , are the ancient stall seats , now aihxed to the wall of the antechapel ; these have their seats so lined upon hinges , that those who sit in tlicm can only maintain tlieir position by balancing themselves with care , and resting their elbows on the seat . arms ; so that if the monk * wiio used them dropped asleep during divine service , the scats came forward and pitched them headlong upon the floor ; nay , if they only dozed and nodded the least iu the world , the hard oaken seat clapped against the-hard oaken back , and made a noise loud enough to attract . thc attention of the whole audience . . Nothing ever was more cleverly contrived to keep people awake in church .

      Paddv and tiik Compass . — " Can ' t you steer ?" said the captain of a vessel to a son of Erin " The deuce a betther hand at the tiller in all Kinsale , " said Harney bragging !}' . " Well , so far so good , " said the captain . " And you know the points of tlie compass , 1 suppose ? " " A compass ! by my soul , it ' s not alone a compass , but a pair o' compasses , I have , that my brother , the carp hit bur , left me for a keepsake whin he wint abroad : but , indeed , as for tl « poiute o' thim , I can ' t say much , for the chiller spylfc thim intircly , boring holes in the flurs . " Pitt axp Fox . — 'Die grave of Mr . Fox , in Westminster Abbey , is within eighteen inches of that of Mr . Pitt . Sir Walter Scott's lines on the two great

      rival statesmen , are as beautiful as they arc appro priatc : here—taming thought to human pridi . — ' 1 'he mighty chiefs sleep sidu by side . Drop upon Fo . Vs grave tho tear , 'Twill trickle to bis rival ' s bier : Our Pitt ' s the monrnml nqtiimn sound , And Fox ' s shall the notes resound . The solemn echo seems to cry—IU-ro let their discoid with thim die ; Speak not for these a separate doom , Whe-m late made hi others in a tomb ; Hut search the land of living men , lVhore wilt thou find thoir like again ?

      A Dbscmptiox of " Etkiwity . "—An American preacher exclaimed to his heavers— " Eternity ! why you don't know the meaning of that word , nor I cither , hardly . It is for over and over , and five or six everlastings a-top of that . Yoa might place a row of figures from here to sunset , and cipher them ail up , wi it wouldn ' t begin to tcii how mauy ages long eternity is . Why , my frionds , after millions and trillions of years had rolled away in eternity , it would be a hundred thousand years to break & et time . " A VRltiCELV IlEIlO . Quoth Albert , at the Apsluy feed , A warrior true I am , indued , Though answering not to buttlu ' s call , I ' m grand vid " powder" mid vid " ball . "

      Wiieiie was Eues ? —A Scotchman maintained that tho Garden of Eden was certainy placed in Scotland . For , said he , have we not , all within s a mile of one another , Adam ' s Mount , tlio Elyaaa . Fields , Paradise Place , and the city of Eden-burgh ? The Sudlimk axd tub Rinicuurjg . —It has often been stated , that from the former to-the latter-of these positions but one step intent nes ; perhaps the following extract from a recent speech might with , greater accuracy come under the denomination of Bathos . It was made Auriug the period that a debate was pending on the construction of a new turnpike through the section of Virginia : — "While

      Europe is convulsed in civil discords , and her empires tremble with internal csmmotion ; and white her astronomers mount the wings of their imaginations , and soar throuqh the ethereal world , pursuing their course from planet to planet , and from system to system , until they have explored the vast eternity of space—let us direct our attention to a road more m > mediately in our own neig hbourhood . " Surely " the force of fancy could no further go" than from tlte tail of a comet to a Virginian turnpike . It takes a hig her flight oven than the following specimen of tU Bathos which we give from memory . It is , wo believe , by Professor Parson : —

      <• Since mountains sink to vales , and valley * die , And sens aud rivers mourn their souices dry , TVhon my old cassock , " says a Welch divine , " Is out at elbows—why should I repine \" A Quietus for Ckoss Bauves . —By this wo do not mean knocking their brains out against the bedpost , nor anvthing of the sort . Nor do we mean giving them paregoric , Daffy ' s Elixir , Dalby ' s Carminative , Godfrey ' s Cordial , black drop , or any otucr poison . The otilv requisite to qniet a squalling , squealing , miserable little wretch of a baby , 10 , that it shall possess a nose . In tho midst of its streaming , press your finger gently and repeatedly across thecartilcge of that useful organ , and in leas than two minutes it will bo asleep . The eastern papa * from whence this important discovery U derived , says in one minute , but we allow two , to prevent any disappointment .

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  • Citation
    • Northern Star (1837-1852), July 5, 1845, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/ns2_05071845/page/3/