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      Apml 26, 1845. The Northern Star. ' 3

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      pjuix n . " A feastof nectar'd sweets , Where no crude surfeit reigns V -.. - _ mJe with ns , that whenever an opportunity ^ rfof making known to our readers any new pro-5 Sj « n of the children of genius , we embrace that M ^ rfconn ^ ioimpartthatlmowleuge ; and whenever vftan eonsdentiously award praise to an author , we l ^ ste to pay . nnpn ^ liased homage . It is not Zfan that pubhe journalists lend the sanction of rtrir papers io publications of which they have not ^ Sved a copy for review ; and from what we know ofi & e press , we strongly suspect that too often a book Is rafter judged by the advertisementswhieh precede craeeompany it , than by itsownmerits . This is certainly notthecasewi £ htheiV T ormem . § far ; andthough to

      ^ e should decline give our unqualified approval te ahooK portionsof which only wehadseen , ^! , -when » jje comments of our contemporaries , and the extracts # ev may favour the public with , warrant us in itawing - certohi conclusions as to the probable jnerits of a book , we , shall not hesitate to make that book known to our readers , leaving it to them io take other means of ascertaining foll y the worth of ihe work , and decide for themselves on its merits . The Hon . Mrs . 3 ? ortos , by some deemed ( according 10 the Atheornvm . ) the Braes of British poetesses , has just given to the world a poem entitled " The CUld of tfte Islands . " In relation to this poem we are exactly in the position above supposed . We have not seen it fully and completely . Our knowledge

      of its contents is confined to the extracts which have speared in the Literary Gazette and AtJienasum . We therefore necessarily feel ourselves " cribb'd , cabin'd , and confined" in forming an opinion as to its merits . But the extracts we have seen have filled us with a warni admiration for the authoress—admiration for her poetical genius and womanly sensibilities . The " Child" of the poem is the Prince of Wales ; but we have good reason for believing that no fulsome Sattery , no courtly drivelling , such as might be expected from the selection of such a subject , is to lie found degrading the poem of Mrs . Kohtos . The poetess says of her own work , that " The Child of the islands was chosen , not as the theme of a birthday ode , or address of congratulation , but as the most

      complete existing type of a peculiar class—a class born into a world of very various destinies , with all ihe certainty human prospects can give of enjoying the blessings of this Ihe without incurring any of its rivaiions . I desired to contrast that brightness with the shadow that lies beyond and around . " This shadow is filled up with portraits taken from the labouring classes of society ; the weaver toiling at Ids loom , the ill-paid sempstress , ihe trapper in the mines , the mariner , the laborious rustic , the toilworn soldier , and other peculiar conditions of laborious life . For the reasons already stated , not being in a position ourselves to criticise the poem , we here give the critique of the Turn , the tone of which is too significant not to suggest to the minds of onr readers most serious reflections .

      Under cover of addressing tho young Prinee of "Wales , Ure . Xorton has -written a very beautiful poem upon ihe peat domestic question of the day—fhe condition of the people . Now the subject has pressed itself upon general attention . It oter-shadotcs everything , and disturbs men ' s atiwfe with deep anxiety for the \ fauAissue . Andwellitmay Beaven knows } Strange , that among a people , beyond aB doubt the wealthiest and the most powerful on the face < s £ the earth , and considered by themselves the most cruised , there should be found , not individuals , hut jjbole classes , oppressed by the utmost misery , and steepeiin Brutish ignorance . We repeat it , for it cannot be repeated too often , this is a marvellous and a terrible fact Things may bemendingjbuttheprogressis slow ; and the decrading gnestion is perpetually recurring-- —Jato tcere

      & eyeter permuted to arrive at such a state mi a country possessing so many boasted advantages ? To 3 £ rs . Norton , however , the condition of the poor of England is no new theme . She -virtuousl y and courageously attempted to grapple with the numerous difficulties which surround -the subject years ago , and before the tide had turned in its favour . To this -we ourselves are able to bear our -Biffing testimony . Her letters , which appeared in this Journal in 3811 , were only among a series of efforts upon Jierpartin behalf of the wretched and oppressed . The fcruised and tender portions of society ever commandedher delicate and able advocacy . It is but justice thus to speab , and to assign to the fair authoress that share rf merit which she would be the last to claim for herself . Tbc present poem is divided into four parts—Spring

      Summer , Autumn , and Winter , with an opening aud a conclusion . So connected story binds them together , bat a succession of remarkably pleasing pictures from Kature are presented to the mind . These are frequentlv made ihe means of conveying , or are intermixed frith , the moral lessons intended to be inculcated— -free and openlanded char ity towards the poor , the most active sympathy for their privations and distresses , a more intimate union between aU classes of society , and the mostimpardal justice to the low as well as to the high . These subjects are dilated upon in verses of great beauty and smoothness , though perhaps strength is sometimes sacrificed to polisb—and are freed from aU repulsivefless or harshness by the force of a most sweet imagination . * * * # * *

      In conclusion , this publication will increase Mrs . Norton's already established reputation , and conveys many iigb and useful lessons to the minds of its readers in a very charming manner . This is high praise , but , so far as we have means of judging , is not more so than justice will approve . We give the following extracts from the Literani € < izett ( . Jt feeble girl shs working all alone ! A nnned Sinner ' s orphan , pale and weak ; Bw early home to wealthier strangers gone : Ho rural beauty lingers on her cheek ; Her < voe-wora looks a woftd heart bespeak ; Though in her dull and rarely lifted eye ( Whose glances nothing hope , and nothing seek ) . Those who have time for pity might descry A thousand shattered gleams of merriment gone by 3

      Her window-sill some sickly plants adorn , ( Poor links to memories sweet of nature ' s green 1 ) There to the city ' s smoke-polluted morn The primrose lifts its leaves , with buds between , finished and faint , as though their life had been dipped by long pining and obscure regret ; Torn from the sunny bank where erst were seen lovely and meek companions , thickly set—Slie cowslip , rich in scent , and bumble violet ! Too fanciful 1 the plant but pines like her For purer air , for sunbeams warm and kind ; Ih' enlivening joy of nature ' s busy stir , Tlierural freedom , long since left behind ! Jor the fresh woodlands—for the summer wind—The open fields with perfumed clover spread—The hazel-copse , whose branches intertwined Kade natural bowers aud arches overhead , With many a narrow path , where only two could tread

      Sever , 01 nevermore , shall these afford Her stifled heart their innocent delight . Sever , Oi nevermore , the rich accord Of leathered songsters make her morning bright ! Earning scant bread , that finds no appetite , The sapless life she toils for lingers on ; And when at length it sinks in dreary night , -A shallow , careless grave is dug , where none Come round to bless her rest , whose ceaseless tasks are done ! This , to ourtaste , is sweetly touching and unexagge rittd ; but a more piteous portrait follows : —

      There the man bides , whose 7 > etter days are dropped Sound his starvation , like a veil of shame ; "STh o , till the fluttering pulse of life hath stopped , SnSers in silence , and conceals Ins name ;—There the lost victim , on whose tarnished fame A double taint of death and sin must rest , hrcams of her village-home and parents' blame , iid in her sleep , by pain and cold oppvest , ^ fcaws close her tattered shawl athwart her shivering breast . Her history is written in her face : The bloom hath left her cheek , but not from age ; J oath , without innocence , or love , or grace , Kftted with tears , still lingers on that page 1 S mooth brow , soft hair , dark eyelash , seem to wage « uh furrowed lines a contradiction strong ; in ! the wild witchcraft stories , which engage *""• childis h thoughts , of magic change and wrong . Sta" realised in her—so old , and yet so voung

      f « 4 many a wretch forlorn , and huddled group * gangers met in brotherhood of woe ; fjeaos lhat beneath their burden weakly stoopouuVs tangled curls , and age ' s locks of snow—« a on those wooden pillows , till the glow 1 » orniug o ' er the brightening earth shallpass , I * Aese depart , none ashing where they go ; ^ stin the worm ' s confused and gathering massc new cjicle fills up life ' s magic-lantern glass . sg ' 'recoml * ehen 5 ive glance draws an acquirable and * arW ^ 0 la from tue "well-trodden ground of Hyde fishiiT ™ * lady" enjoying her Insurious drive in that ona >«* resort ; iSn ^ Ttitoher we well might moralise ; Lj ^ W if sotheheartineline !) ' zZ , 'h seia ** 4 eaUl and judgment lies Dav { ri 5 plul S waters—Serpentine ! Ifiii ^ i ^ urawn U P ™ linked line ,

      TTatehT have braved the will divine , Dashed- ** calmflooa that ^ beneath their ken , ^ seemhigpejce , and never rose again . Kestiesa ' **^^^ J where the wen-groomed steed - JVjjjg rr ^^ ws the earth , alarmed and shy ; Save th enamonred rider nought can heed There ^ ^ glance of some h > TeJi S nteo * % * '> Xhp- f lagged out the wretch who came to die ! j ™ e was belaid—stuT , stark , and motionless , vm ^ ched for written signs to notify And wh ^ ' ba & driven hhn * ° sndl sor * exce 8 % 0 5 n ° ahl weep his loss , and pity his distress * vjjj * s froia that death ^ wnd to the farther side , jj j * er loiterers wander to and fro , ^ . —buned under London ' s modern pride , 0 ' ^ "ges of white buudings , —Jong ago

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      Stood Tyburn Gate and gallows ! Scenes of woe , Bitter , heart-rending , have been acted here ; While , as he swung in stifling horrid throe , Hoarse echoes smote the dying felon ' s ear , Of yells from fellow-men , triumphant in his fear ! # * * ¦ # # Betwixt the deathly stream and Tyburn Gate Stand withered trees , whose sapless boughs have seen Beauties whose memory now is out of date , And lovers on whose graves the moss is green ! "While Spring , for ever fresh , with smile serene , Woke up grey Time , and drest his scythe with flowers , And flashed sweet light the tender leaves between , And bid the wild-bird carol in the bowers , Tear after year the same , with glad returning hours .

      O , those old trees ! what see they when the beam Falls on blue waters from the bluer sV j ? "When young Hope whispers low , wit- smiles that seem Too joyous to be answered with a syh ? The scene is then of prosperous gaiety ; Thick-swaiming crowds on summer pleasure bent , And eguipages formed for luxury ; "While rosy children , young and innocent , Dance in the onward path , and frolic with content . But when the scattered leaves on those wan boughs Quiver beneath the night wind ' s rustling breath ; "When jocund merriment , aud whispered vows , And children ' s shouts , are hushed ; and still as death lies all in heaven abovea earth beneath ; When clear and distant shine the steOSost stars O ' er lake and river , mountain , brake , and heath , — And smile , unconscious of the woe that mars

      The beauty of earth ' s face , deformed by misery ' s sears . "What see the old trees then ? Gaunt , pallid forms Come , creeping sadly to their hollow hearts , Seeking frail shelter from the winds aud storms , In-broken rest , disturbed by fitful starts ! There , when the chill rain falls , or lightning darts , Or balmy summer nights are stealing on , Houseless they slumber , close to wealthy marts And gilded homes : —there , where the morning sun That tide of wasteful joy and splendour looked upon 5 " For further extracts it is impossible for us now to afford room ; but we hope to make further acquaintance with Mrs . Nortox ' s poem . In the meantime we hope that many , very many , of our readers may be enabled tomake that acquaintance for themselves . From several beautiful eflnsionsof the blindpoetess , Fraxces Brows , we select the following : —

      WE . AKE SHOWING OLD . "We are growing old—how the thought will rise "When a glance is backward cast On some long-remembered spot that lies In the silence of the past : liinay be the shrine of our early vows , Or the tomb of early tears ; But it seems like a far-off isle to us , In the stormy sea of years . 0 , wide and wild are the waves that pan Onr steps from its greenness now , And we miss the joy of many a heart , And the light of many a brow ; Por deep o ' er many a stately bark Have the ' whelming billows rolled , That steered with us from that early

      mark—0 ! friends , we are growing old . Old in the dimness and the dust Of our daily toils and cares , Old in the wrecks of love and trust "Which onr burdened memory bears . Each form may wear to the passing gaze The bloom of life ' s freshness yet , And beams may brighten our latter days , Which the morning never met ' But , oh 3 the changes we have seen , In the far and winding way ; The graves in our path that have grown green , And the locks that have grown gray 1 The winters still on our own may spare The sable or the gold ; But we saw their snows upon brighter hair—And . friends , we are growing old .

      "We Have gained the world ' s cold wisdom now , "We nave learned to pause and fear ; But where are the living founts whose flow "Was a joy of heart to hear ? " vFehave won the wealth of many a clime , Aud the lore of many a page ; But where is the hope that saw in time But its boundless heritage ? "Will it come again when the violet wakes , And the woods their youth renew ! "We have stood in the light of sunny brakes , Where the bloom was deep and blue ; And our souls might joy in the spring-time then , But the joy was faint and cold , For it ne ' er could give us the youth again Of bearts that are growing old . TxitueAihcnmum of February 1 st , appeared . some complimentary lines to Frances Brows , from which we give the following extracts—all we can find room for : —

      0 ! exile on a sunless shore ! where has thy spirit been To learn the beauties of a world which thou hast never seen ? Howpaintest thou the georgeous hues that ne ' er have bless'd thy sight , O , daughter of the gifted heart ! but daughter of fhe night ? In vain for thee Spring ' s first pale flower breaks trom its icy tomb , — la vain for thee the Summer rose puts forth its richest bloom , — In rain ihe tints of Autumn fall on blossom , leaf , and tree , — In vain—in vain these glorious things!—0 , all in vain iortnee ;

      Is it the sun ' s reviving rays that speak to thee of light ? Is it the rose ' s fragrance that tells thee it is bright ? Is it the wood-dove's gentle voice , and its fond mate ' s replies , That give thee gleams of bright-winged things , with loving human eyes ? 0 : chained in dark captivity upon a sunless shore , Sweet child of genius , tell me , where hast thou learn'd thy lore ! Here is a gem from the pen of our favourite , the ever-enchanting Eliza Cook : —

      SUMMER IS XICH . The richest of perfumes and jewels are mine , "While the dog-roses blow and the dew-spangles shine ; And the softest of music is wakened for me , By the stream o ' a * the pebble—the wind in the tree . Nature , kind Mother , my heart is content "With the beauty and mirth thou hast lavishly sent : Sweet Summer is nigh , aud my spirit leaps high , As the sun travels further along the blue sky . If I murmur , it is that my home is not made 'Jlid the flowers and drops in the green coppice shade ; If 1 sigh , 'tis to think that my steps cannot stray "With the breeze and the brook on their wandering way Mature , kind Mother , I long to behold All the glories thy blossom-ringed fingers unfold , 5 one like thee can I meet , for all others wfll cheat , With a portion of bitter disguised in the sweet .

      The earth , the wide earth , will be beautiful soon , With the cherry-bloom wreath and the nightingale ' s tune ; And the dreams without sleep with strange magic will come , While ihe wood-pigeons coo , and the heavy bees hum . O , Nature , kind Mother , 'tis only thy breast That can nurse my deep feeling and lull it to rest ; For my soul is too proud to be telling aloud What to thee it can utter all weeping and bowed . I see the rife buds on the wide-spreading bough , Soon , soon they will shadow my thought-laden brow : I see the bright primroses burst where I stand , And I laugh tike a child as they droop in my hand , Nature , kind Mother , thouhearest me breathe My devotion at altars where wild flowers wreathe ; None other e ' er knows how my warm bosom glows , As I watch the young daisy-fringe open and close .

      I see the blue violets peep from the bank ; 1 praise their Creator—I bless and I thank—And the gossamer insect at play in the beam , Is an atom that bids me adore the Supreme . Nature , kind Mother , my heart is content With the beauty and mirth thou hast lavishly sent : Sweet Summer is nigh , and my spirit leaps high , As the sun travels further along the blue sky , " "Whathasbecome of the Irish Girl ? " we think we hear some of our readers ask . That is a question we cannot answer , though she has our bestwishes for her prosperity . That she does not mow correspond with the Northern Star we dare say is the fault of others : her we blame not . Wc shall always remember with satisfaction that our notice of her was not in vain .

      In the Brighton Herald we have observed several brief but "touching , sweet , and unaffected" poems , bearing the signature of F . M . S . We presume the writer to belong to the fair sex , and we have much pleasure in introducing to our readers the following lines from her pen ;—

      woman ' s prater . " let me be loved ! " 'tis her first prayer , Her breathings warm and mild , Ere woman ' s passions claim to share The feelings of the child ; The loving smile , the tears which rise Whene ' er by fondness moved , Trace her one hope in her bright ey es" let me be loved !" What seeks true woman ? riches , fame , The toys of pride and power ? Seeks she to raise her gentle name By bubbles of an hour 1 0 , no 1 she sees them all pass by Still careless and unmoved . Her one , sole , deep anxiety Is—to be loved !

      All strange and chequered is the way Spread out before her feet , And many a trial day by day , She feels that she must meet . But does the young heart ever shrink , Or wish each cloud removed ? Say , she ' s content life ' s cup to drink , So she is loved !

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      0 ! man , proud man , despise it not , That heart so kind and pure , Once gain it , and whate ' er thy lot Her love is ever sure . She , timorous , in life ' s day , of calm , Stands in the storm unmoved , ' . Mid every grief , her heart ' s best balm Is—she is loved ! 0 ' . the deep , ceaseless , sacred springs Of sweet affection's tide , Which render all life ' s meaner t ilings Hallowed and sanctified . Enshrined in woman ' s soul ye lie , Trom outward gaze removed , And bid her breathe that earnest sigh —• let me be loved . '

      'Tis her one aim , her hope through life , The dream of every hour , In smiles or tears , in joy or strife , She knows no other power . Nay , she can breathe that prayer to beav ' n , By conscience uureproved . Pray—that the boon to her be given To be beloved ! But 'tis time we changed the subject . Pathos and sentiment , however true , however beautifully expressed , will nevertheless the . Laughter is good for man—and while wit abounds , despite the ills of life , men must and will enjoy the creamy richness of burlesque and fun . There has lately been published hj Orrand Co ., London , a work entitled " The Book of Ballads , " edited by "Bos Gatjltibr . " The writings of this author our readers are already

      acquainted with through the medium of Taits Magazine . We agree with the Great Gun , that he is " one of the best parodists we ever had . He has infinite power of versification , and a vein of the richest humour . Fun , frolic , and satire , career most joyously and harmoniously through his easy strains . The " Book of Ballads" it seems—for we have pot received a copy—" consists altogether of sportive effusions , most of which are parodies upon certain poems , or upon the peculiar style of the popxilar foets and verse-spinners of the day—Wordsworth , . ockhart , Bulwer , Tennyson , Milnes , Macaulet , Smvthe , Montgomery , and the rest . " There are English ballads , American ballads , Spanish ballads , and miscellaneous ballads . The specimen we give below , and for which we are indebted to the Great Gun , is one of the American .

      THE AMEBICANS' APOSTBOPHE TO " B 0 Z . [ Rapidly as oblivion does its work now-a-days , the burst of amiable indigpation with which enlightened America received the issue of Boz ' s " Notes" can scarcely yet be forgotten . Not content with waging a universal rivalry in the piracy of the work , Columbia showered upon its author the riches of its own choice vocabulary of abuse ; while some of her more fiery spirits threw out playful hints as to the propriety of gouging the " stranger , " and furnisliing him with a lasting suit of tar and feathers , in the event of his paying them a second visit . The perusal of these delightful expressions of free opinion suggested the following lines , which those who remember Boz ' s book , and the festivities with which lie was all but hunted to death , will at once understand . We hope we have done justice to the bitterness and * ' immortal hate" of these thin-skinned sons of freedom . ]

      Sneak across the wide Atlantic , worthless London s puling child , Better that its waves should bear thee than the land thou hast reviled ; Better in the stifling cabin , on the sofa should ' st thou lie , Sickening as the foetid niggar bears the greens and bacon by . Better , when the midnight horrors haunt ihe strained and creaking ship , Thou should ' st yell in vain for brandy with a fever-sodden h ' P ; When , amid the deepening darkness and the lamp's expiring shade , From the bagman ' s berth above thee comes the bountiful

      cascade . Better than upon the Broadway thou should ' st be at noonday seen , Smirking like a Tracy Tupman with a Mantalinimien , With a rivulet of satin falling o ' er thy puny chest , Worse than even N . P . Willis for an evening . party dressed . We received thee warmly—kindly—though we knew thou wert a quiz , Partly for . thyself it may be , chiefly for the sake of Phiz ! Much we bore and much we suffered , listening to

      remorseless spells Of that Smibe's unceasing drivellings , and these everlasting Nells . When you talked of babes and sunshine , fields and all that sort of thing ,. Each Columbian inly chuckled as he slowly sucked his sling ; And , though all our sleeves were bursting , from the many hundreds near , Not one smgle scornful titter rose on thy complacent ear . Then to show thee to the ladies , with our usual want of

      sense We engaged the place in Park-street at a ruinous expense ; Ev ' n our own three-volumed Cooper waived his old prescriptive right , And deluded Dickens figured first on that eventful night . Clusters of uncoated Yorkers , vainly striving to be cool , Saw thee desperately plunging ihrougb'the perils of la Poule : And then' muttered exclamation drowned the tenor of the tune , — " Don't he beat all natur hollow ? Don't he foot it like a ' coon V

      Did we spare our brandy-cocktails , stint thee of our whiskey grogs 1 Half the juleps that we gave thee would have floored a Newman Noggs ; And thou took ' st them in so kindly , little was there then to blame , To thy parched and panting palate , sweet as mother ' s milk they came . Did the hams of old Yirginuy find no favour in thine eyes i Came no soft compunction o'er thee at the thought of pumpkin pies ? Could not all our care and coddling teach thee how to

      . draw it mild ? But , no matter , we deserve it—serves us right ! We spoilt the child ! You , forsooth , must come crusading , boring us with broadest hints Of your own peculiar losses by American reprints . Such an impudent remonstrance never in our face was flung ; Lever stands it , so does Ainswortb . ; jjou , I guess , may hold your tongue . Down our throats you'd cram your projects , thick and , hard as pickled salmon ; Thatl s ' pose you call free-trading—I pronounce it utter

      gammon . No , my lad , a cuter vision than your own might soon have seen That a true Columbian ogle carries little that is green . Quite enough we pay , I reckon , when we stump a cent or two For the voyages and the travels ofa fresh man such as you . I have been at Niagara , I have stood beneath the Palls , I have marked the water twisting over . its : rampagious walls ; But a " holy calm sensation , " one , in fact , of " perfect peace , " "Was as much my first idea as the thought of Christmas geese . As for " old familiar faces , " looking through the misty air

      Surely you were strongly , hquored when you saw your Chuckster there . One familiar fece , however , you will very likely see , If you'll only treat the natives to a call in Tennessee , Of a certain individual , true Columbian every inch . In a high judicial station , called by ' mancipators Lynch . Half-an-hour of conversation with his worship in a wood Would , I strongly notion , do you an infernal deal of good . Then you'd understand more clearly than you ever did before Why an independent Patriot freely spits upon the floor , Why he gouges when he pleases , why he whittles at the chairs , Why for swift and deadly combat still the bowie-knife he bears : — Why he sneers at the Old Country with republican

      dis-And unheedful of the negro ' s cry still tighter draws his chain . All these things the judge shall teach thee of the land thou hast reviled ; Get thee o ' er the wide Atlantic , worthless London ' s puling child ! Let us , however , do justice to America . Amongst her poets , she possesses some whose glorious strains in the vindication of the equal rights of all must command the admiration ol the friends of liberty throughout the world . Messrs . Clabkg and Co ., of

      London , have lately published an edition of the " Ballads and other Poems" of John Grbenieap Whtitier , one of the anti-slavery poets , and one of the earliest . American advocates of " immediate emancipation . " In 1844 , one John L , Brown , of South Carolina , was sentenced to be hung for " the crime of assisting a female slave to escape from bondage . " . In the midst of the excitement consequent on this sentence , the clergy of . " all denominations" in Cincinnati , Charleston , and other places , came forward unblushing !;/ to vindicate slaveiy . The poet ' s indignation atsiich conduct is expressed in the following poem : —

      STANZAS FOB THfc TIKES . Hoi thou who seekest late and long A license from the Holy Book Por brutal lust and Hell ' s red wrong , Man of the Pulpit , look . 'lift up those cold aud atheist eyes , This ripe fruit of thy teaching see ; And tell us how to Heaven will rise The incense of tfiis sacrifice This blossom of the Gallows Tree ! - earch out for Slavery ' s hour of need Some fitting text of Sacred Writ ; ¦ iveHeaven the credit of a deed Which shames the nether pit ,

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      Kneel , smooth blasphemer , unto Him , Whose truth is on thyjips a lit ,, Ask that His & 'ighUvingedcherubim May bend around that scaffold grim To guard and bless and sanctify !—Ho ! champion of the people ' s cause-Suspend thy loud and vain rebuke Of forei gn wrong and Old World laws , Man of the Senate , look ! Was this the promise of the free , The great hope of our early time , — That Slavery ' s poison vine should be Upborne by Freedom's prayer-nursed tree , O ' erclustered with such fruits of crime ? Send out the summons East and West , And South and North , let all be there , Where he who pitied the . oppressed Swings out in sun and air . Let not a democratic hand

      The grisly hangman ' s task refuse , There let each loyal patriot stand , Awaiting Slavery ' s command To twist the rope and draw the noose ! But vain is irony—unmeet Its cold rebuke for deeds which Start In fiery and indignant beat The pulses of the heart . * * # * By Liberty's dishonoured name , By man ' s lost hope and failing trust , By words and deeds which bow with shame Our foreheads to the dust , By the exulting tyrant ' s sneer Borne to us from the Old World ' s thrones , And , by whose victims' grief who hear In sunless mines and dungeons drear How " Freedom ' s land her faith disowns

      !—Speak out in acts : the time for words Has passed , and deeds alone suffice ; In the loud clang of meeting swords The softer music dies ! Act—actiu God's name , while ye may , Smite from the Church her leprous limb , Throw open to the light of day The bondman's cell , and break away The chains the State has bound on him . Ho!—every true and living soul , To Freedom ' s perilled altar bear The Freeman ' s and the Christian ' s whole Tongue , peii , and vote , and prayer ! One last great battle for the Kight—— -, One short sharp struggle to be free !—To do is to succeed—our fight Is waged in Heaven's approving sight—The smile of God is Victory !

      For the reason given below , we cannot , as we had intended , give our promised review of Freiliorath ' s poetry . We promise our readers , however , that it shall not be lost sight of . In a future number our promise shall be fulfilled . In the meantime we give the following translation from the 'German of G . Herveoh : —

      SONG OF ilBERTt . . Hast thou not heard that noble sound Bang out—before the Rhine Hadleap'd to life with one wild . bbund 5 Say ! Is it not divine ? ¦ '• . - Let those who dare uplift the lance Against a people free , At our immortal banner glance'Tis Liberty ! Remember all the noble vows You ' ve sworn to Fatherland ! The tree to ev ' ry -vyind that bows Can never hope to standin pleasure brightest swords will rust-Remember ! to be free All rally round our homes we must ,

      For Liberty ! Say hot " the dawning comes not yet—The night of woe still lowers 1 " The nightingale each fond regret Deep in the darkness pours—The night of sorrow is the time , Masters of Song ! for ye ! To raise your heav ' n-taught hymns sublime Oh Liberty ! Brave leaders of the gallant host , Uplift the shield once more!—Young eaglets ; rise ! ournation ' sboast ! ' And chase from shore to shore The swarming crew of ravens dun , With wing of ebony—Who seek to hide the glorious sun

      Of Liberty ! We must not close our "Feast" without giving something from the immortal stores of liberty ' s glorious bard—Beranoer . Here is

      THE WANDERING OUTCAST . Dans ce fosse cessans de vivre , & e . Here , in this ditch , let me expire to-day-Tired , old , decrepid , let me end my course . " The man is drunk , " the passengers will say ; 'Tis well ; their pity will not make me worse . Some , as they pass me , turn aside the head ; Others fling down an alms as they go by . Run to your happy , homes ; without your aid , The wandering outcast can lie down , and die . Yes , in this place I perish of old age , Because not killed by hunger long ago . 1 hoped that , in my last declining stage , The Almshouse would have soothed an old man ' s

      woe . But still , . filled up , each Almshouse is beset ; So hard the fate the indigent must mourn ! My nursing mother was . the streat , and let The wandering outcast die where he was born Once , of our artisans I craved a trade ,. When I was young ; my asking was . denied , " We scarce'have work sufficient for our bread , Go , be a beggar , " they have coldly cried . Rich men , who bid me work , full oft I fed On bones , the relics of your goodly cheer . Oft , on your straw , my limbs have found a bed : Thewandeviug outcast will not curse ye here ,

      Outcast and poor , I could have robbed ; butno—It still were less disgrace to beg than steal ; At most , I've plucked an apple , hanging low From the road-hedge , to be a scanty meal . But yet full oft in dungeons cold and chill , By our lung's warrant I have lain alone . They took from me my only good ; for still The wandering outcast can enjoy the sun . Has the poor man a country ? What to me Your corn , and wine , and oil ; your mighty wars Your arts ; your industry by land and sea ; The voice of your assembled orators ? When , in the open cities of our land , The haughty stranger held his armed control , I wept some foolish tears ; yet from his hand The . wandering outcast hath received a dole . Men , wherefore not destroy me , as ye kill The noxious reptile , with a crushing heel ? Ah ! had ye rather taught me to fulfil

      Some honest part amid the commonweal . Had it been sheltered from the adverse blast , The poisonous worm had been an ant , and so As brothers I had loved ye to the last . The wandering outcast dies your deadly foe . We have been-constrained to widely depart from our original intention-in giving this second part of our "feast of the Poets . " Bendes IWjgratb ' s poems , several small works received for review , would have been noticed in this article but for the fact that the writer is confined to his bed under an

      attack of sudden and severe illness . He writes these words propped pp between p illows , with the heart throbbing with nausea , and his brain feverfired ; under such circumstances , when to hold thepen at all is a misery , he is sure the readers will extend their charitable pardon for all . sins of omission and commission contained in this article . In accordance with the first announcement , the next " Feast of the Poets" will be holden in the latter part of the month of June , when we hope to meet our friends under happier auspices than we now take , leave of them . '" . ' . '

      THE USE OF P 0 ET 8 . [ From " Poetical Bemains of the late Mrs . James Clray . " ] "J don't see the use of poetry . "— Observations ofavery wise Friend . Ash why the flower is beautiful , Ask why the fields are green , Why sunset casts a lovelier glow Upon a common scene-Why the glad birds have pleasant songs To charm the listener ' s ear—Then say they have no use , no power The sons of earth to cheer .

      The flowers might be but jscentless things , Without one radiant hue ; The sun might set without the glow That glorifies the view ; Then wherefore are they beautiful ? 0 ! beauty is a gift , From the dull things of earth , to heaven The gazer ' s thoughts to lift . And most the poet ' s throbbing heart Its influence must find , As the JBoUim lyre gives back Each whisper to the wind . If the free wood-bird ' s song hath power To glad the weary heart , May not the poet ' s soul-poured strains A loftier joy impart ? What , though his days be passed in dreams , His nights in vigils lone ; He hath a mighty recompense ,

      To worldly minds unknown . He knows that manly soul shall glow That gentle eyes . shaUfiU ,, ; And throbbing heartehis influence feel , Eveni when his pwn is , stiH . , T ¦ / As sunshine penetrates the depths : Of some dim forest dell ; As Windsfrom'som ' e still mountain lake , ' ¦ A murmur-may compel . So may his song with hope pervade ¦ ¦ >'¦> Some darkly-shadowed mind-So even amidst the dnlland cold , An echo may it find ! . .- ¦ --

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      And many a noble thought , that else In silence might have died . Shall , oh the ' wings of his wild song , Be wafted far and wide . And many a deed of olden days , Thatmakes the young heart thrill , Shall , in the poet ' s lays , be shrined For our example still . If fragrant flowers , unblamed be clothed In sueh surpassing dyes ; If sunshine be a lovely thing , Allowed to common skies . If birds and fountains have a voice , Man ' s passions to subdue ; May not the mind's wide regions have Its flowers and music too ?

      The Repeal Association.

      THE REPEAL ASSOCIATION .

      The Weekly Meeting Of This Body Was Held...

      The weekly meeting of this body was held on Monday in the Conciliation Hall , which was crowded in every part , and a degree of enthusiasm prevailed which fully equalled any witnessed there since the opening of the building . Mr . Edmund Burke Roche , M . P ., was called to the chair . Upon taking which he said he could not commence Ms observations better than by calling on the meeting to give three cheers for the British Ministers , and the majority who carried the second reading of the Maynooth Bill ( the meeting unanimously rose , and cheered loudly for some minutes , Mr . O'Connell taking the lead ) . The chairman declared his warm approval of that excellent measure , for which the people of Ireland would feel grateful ( hear ) . After some further remarks , he concluded by expressing his approbation of the conciliatory speech made by Sir James Graham , and the spirit of frankness which characterised his amende to Ireland ( applause ) .

      Mr , O'CouNEH , rose , and commenced a review of the recent debate on the Maynooth bill . The speech of Sir James Graham , he declared , was highly honourable to him as a gentleman and a statesman . ( Cheers . ) He applauded him for that speech . 0 , it would place him upon a pedestal on the base of which should be " Justice to Ireland . " ( Continued cheers . ) Yes , they would now hold out their hands to him and their hearts should be in them . In the first place ( continued Mr . O'Connell ) lie admits the charge against him , that he declared " conciliation had reached its utmost limits . " He says he committed a serious offence , and l \ e lwis woi only rctoracteu it , but expressed his sorrow for having used that expression . No Christian- ' or gentleman would hesitate to forgiven man who said so much . ( Hear , bear . ) Ho says further

      that there must be more measures of j ustice to Irelandthat the Maynooth bill is in fact but the precursor to others of an equally just character . ( Cheers . ) Now , lie knows we have dissolved the Precursor Association , other wise he might be liable to be asked for his subscription to that body . ( Laughter . ) Well , as we cannot do that , all we ask is his support . What did he tell Frederick Shaw ? ( Hisses . ) That Ireland had been hitherto governed by a Protestant ascendancy , and that there was an end to ascendancy—they were to hear no more of it . ( Applause . ) The greatest- evil of Ireland is religious ascendancy ; the evil would be just as great were it a Catholic ascendancy , and I will tell Sir James Graham from this spot , and in your name I declare we will help him to keep down Catholic ascendancy . ( Cheers . ) All we want is fair play—a

      clear stage and no favour . I declare I would rather go to the stake and perish than consent to a Catholic ascendancy in Ireland . We will have no ascendancy . Then hurrah for Sir James Graham , who is to assist us in asserting this principle . ( Great cheers . ) Recorder Shaw is angry with Sir James Graham . I will tell him thishe is the-greatest enemy the union ever had . It was to him and Lyndhurst the task of spoiling the Irish Municipal Reform Bill ivas confided , and well they performed it . They struck out no less than thirty-six clauses of that bill ; but Shaw left enough in it to serve himself ( groans ); he provided for his own salary , which he raised , and settled on the Consolidated Fund- —he retained all the patronage of the office of Recorder , and , after a four years ' struggle , during which he and his party spoiled the bill ,

      they consented to give the present imperfect measure to the people . ¦ I repeat again I am greatly pleased with the speech of Sir James Graham—it was a manly , kind , and truly repentant speech , audi think we will seM him absolution from the Conciliation Hall . ( Laughter and cheers . ) The next speech I like is that of Sir Robert Peel . ( Cheers . ) Now I feel for him—he is placed in a very awkward predicament . There are some slips in his speech , but , under all the circumstances , I excuse him . ( Hear , hear . ) He talks of our being convicted—he forgets the way the prosecution ended . Why he could convict the angels out of heaven with an orange jury of the city of Dublin ; and then , I ask him , was not the conviction reversed ? Sir Robert was mistaken , - but we forgive him , as it was a small mistake ( hear , hear ) . audi forgive

      Sir James Graham , for calling me " a convicted conspirator . " For the rest of my life I don't think I will ever reproach him with it again . Sir Robert Peel talked of the Bequests Bill , and boasted that It divided the clergy from the laity—that bespoke a foregone conclusion , which I beg to question ; and I think I may say he will not separate the people of Ireland from their clergy . ( Cheers . ) Sir Robert said the agitation was net to be put down by force . He was right . How could force be used when there . was no violence , or nothing that force could be brought against ? I tell Peel that , so far from using force to carry our objects , he may take away every soldier out of Ireland , and , if he wants a volunteer corps , we will give it to him , ' ( Cheers . ) After ' this declaration , surely the soldiers ought not to be pent up as they are in their

      barracks . There Is no army in the world so brave as the national army of our beloved Queen ; but why shut them up behind barrack walls ? They would not like it even in the face of an enemy ; and when they see the eyelet holes with which the walls are bored , they call them " coward holes . " ( Hear , hear . ) No , we would not take anything by force , if there was not a single soldier in Ireland . . Our cause is to be gained by persuasion . Peel says we are not to be put down by force , I don't look for a higher authority , and therefore I beg to make my bow to him . ( Laughter and cheers . ) But he says we are to be put down by kindness , generosity , and justice , I am much obliged to him for making the trial ; and if he only goes on lie will succeed . Now , Peel has been cruoHy treated by the bigotry and fanaticism of the English .

      ( Hear . ) How often have I said the English people hated us 1 They hate us because of the crimes they have perpetrated iu Ireland ; and it is natural for those to hate who inflict injustice . Not a single English member who spoke in favour of the bill who had not to make the confession that lie was acting in opposition to the will of his constituents ; and I here give them credit and honour for their conduct ; while we should the more vehemently denounce the turpitude of the English people . Before emancipation passed , I should be alarmed at the feeling which is exhibited in England , but now I do not care a twopenny ticket for it . ( Hear , hear . ) The English Presbyterians and Dissenters have led the van against the people of Ireland ; and She'd very properly taunted them with the gross ingratitude of their conduct .

      Mr . Buncombe checked him , and said the Presbyterians objected to the bill on " principle . " What a paltry excuse was that ! Every year since I went to Parliament , £ 30 , 000 , asregiumdonum , was granted to them ! That sum involves the very same principle ; but when did any of the Dissenters come forward to object on principle ? They exercise the principle against Irish Catholics alone ; while even the Irish dissenters are allowed to escape , I tell Mr . Buncombe that instead of applauding the conduct of the dissenters , he is only putting their conduct in a darker light , and I tell them they are guilty of base ingratitude to us . They were emancipated in 1828 , but not by their own exertions—they were torpid , audit was we who led the van and relieved them . ( Cheers . ) This is the arm that drew the petition which led to their

      emancipation . ( Cheers . ) I drew up the petition which was adopted by the Catholic Association—in a short time it received 28 , 000 signatures , and in a fortnight after it was presented to the House of Commons , the bill for their emancipation was passed . ( Hear , hear . ) Oh , their conduct is base—they are guilty of the blackest ingratitude—they have exhibited the groseeet bigotry and intolerance . ( Hear , hear . ) We are told that their head is a kind of Methodist Pope , caUed Jabez Bunting—( laughter ) , and that he has at his disposal nearly £ 200 , 000 a year . I don't envy them all this money , but I don't think it ought to be expended in opposing the Maynooth bill . It is from them that the great bulk of the petitions which are covering the table of the house are coming , I am told the reason they hate the Irish is , that they are a demure people , and wish to look sedate , while we are prone to be merry , Well , who cares about

      them . We willlaugh at them still . ( Laughter . ) I repeat my charge against the people of England , and Scotland too . In the discussions between the Kirk and the Free Church in Scotland , the Catholics in the House of Commons always supported the friends of the Free Church ; yet they now attack us . Shame upon them—shame upon the men who can exhibit such bigotry and injustice ; but I have done with them , I want nothing but their abuse . ( Hear . ) Let it be recollected Lord John Russell took the part of the Protestant dissenters—he said they are the friends of civil and religious liberty . Where did he get that fact ? I look back to history , and I cannot find any such thing ; and their conduct reminds me of the Established Church ; and I am truly grateful to that Church , for they have offered us no opposition .. ( Cheers . ) Now , I put Lord John liussell to the proof of his statement . At one time the dissenters rose in rebellion

      and cut off the King ' s head . -Was that a proof of their regard for civil and religious liberty ? They set up Crom * well , who became a military dictator with their support , And was that another proof of their love of ciyil and . religious liberty V About the time to which Lord John Russell alludes , what was their conduct in Ireland ? Drogh ' eda . capitulated on treaty ; yet that treaty was disregarded by the army of dissenters , who butchered every soldier fbimd in the garrison , and two whole days were spent in slaughtering the inhabitants . At Wexford they murdered -30 0 helpless women at the foot of the cross , whither they fled , in the hope of that holy emblem having

      some effect on the soldiery : but , no , they were all bayo . netted'in cold blood . ( Sensation . ) . Why , ^ there are aorne of them would do . tbe same thing , to-day ; but they won't , for a reason they have . ( Cheers . ) . , They , never ahaU massacre Irishwomen again ' : ' if they do we will not be the survivors . ' ( Repeated cheering : ) I have been m the best possible . humoursince yesterday . When I awoke this morning Lfound myselflaughing , and I still continue in the ' same , pleasing state of mind . ( Hear . ) The labours ^ my life may now draw to , a close . I do not think the Repeal cause or its humble advocate ever stood upon so high a pinnacle as at the present moment . By

      The Weekly Meeting Of This Body Was Held...

      the admission of our enemies , we are irresistible . ( Continued cheers . ) 0 , indeed ,, the man who commits a cr ime gives strength to the enemy . The man is a mis . creantwho does not obey us now ; and from this spot , in the name of the sacred cause of Repeal , I implore , I command thepeople of Iceland to desist-from-Crime . ' . ( Protracted cheers . ) Let there be no more agrarian disturbances : the time is not far distant when there will . be a good system between landlord'and tenant , and disturbances will only have the effect bf postponing it . Li-l rou all hunt out ribbon lodges , and expose , them to the magistrates and the . police , and I call upon the people of

      Ireland to be peaceable , but vigilant , and they must succeed . ( Cheers . ) The Maynooth grant was graciously and well done—I accept it , and I am thankful for it ; but I do not give more thanks than it deserves . I will be gratefuKor every such measure , but I will not rest content till the last penny in the pound is paid in our own Parliament in College-green .. ( Cheers . ) I , I repeat again I am grateful to the'Ministry— considering their , position —seeing there is a manliness and boldness about them that no other Ministry had—they deserve our warmest approbation for the course they are pursuing . ( Cheers . ) After some further observations , the lion . ' and learniM gentleman resumed his seat amid applause .

      Mr . Dillon Browne , JI . P ., and some other gentlenif-n addressed the chair . The rent was announced to be £ 366 9 s . I 0 d ., and the meeting separated .

      Cft'bos

      Cft ' BOS

      An "Aobebable Sunrnise."—We Were Rather ...

      An "Aobebable SunrnisE . "—We were rather startled the other evening by the following announcement , which appeared in the Cork Examiner : — " The Liberator , with his usual generosity , and high appreciation of Irish talent , has volunteered to double his subscription for the Crucifixion of Mr . Barter . "Knowing the reputation of the Liberator as a man of peace , we were " positively shocked" at the revelation of this blood-thirsty trait in his character . What the deuce , asked we , in our simplicity , had this Mr . Barter done—what crime had he perpetrated to justify the Liberator in joining in a subscription to have him crucified ? We read furthera load was taken from our heart—we were "

      agreeably surprised" to find that the paragraplu > l . our cotcmnorary was only a puff on some Cork artist who had produced apiece of sculpture and called it " The Crucifixion . "—Dublin World . 0 I now Shocking !—In the " Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation , " Ugliness is described as a consequence of Misery . What frights wc shall all be through the operation of the income-tax {—ranch The Land of Liberty . —It has long been an Englishman ' s boast , that as soon as a refugee sets foot in England , that moment he becomes free . Now , wc think this boast hardly goes far enough . It should particularly state that the letters of the foreigner are treated with even greater freedom than himself . — Ibid .

      Sam Slick ' s Geology . —The clockmaker says , " I never heard of secondary formations without pleasure—that ' s a fact . The ladies , you know , are the secondary formation , for they were formed arter man . " ToxGus WAumons . — " I cannot imagine , said Lord Aberdeen , " why the war party in France , are always putting out their tongues at us . " " It is very easily explained , " replied Lord Brougham ; " it is because they want to lick us . " Of xo Use to any One but the Owner . —When a certain worthy laird had his head taken off in the Scotch troubles , his housekeeper feelingly remarked , " It was na great thing of ahead to be sure , but it was a sair loss to him . " SVOOESTIOSS DV STEAM . When woman is in rags , and poor , And sorrow , cold , and hunger tease her ; If man would only listen more To that small voice that crieth— " Ease her !" Without the guidance of a friend ,

      Though legal sharks and screws attack her ; If man would only more attend To that small voice that crieth— " Back her !" So oft it would not be his fate To witness some despairing dropper In Thames ' s tide , and run too late , To that small voice that crieth— " Stop her . ' " Bood ' s Magazine . St . Stephen's Theatricals ExTKAORniNAnv . —Peel ' s company of Ministerial minstrels having during the week produced such full houses , will shortly , in a new entertainment , repeat their extraordinary performances . The novelty of their introduction in the popular air " of " Jim Crow , " viz ., in swallowing the hustings' stanza without any percepible effort , was absolutely electrifying . A domestic tragedy of intense interest , called "Endowment" is in rehearsal , and will be shortly produced at the above establish ' ment" —Satirist

      . . ^ .- ~~ r-Goino the whole Hogg at CouRT . —The Court Circular of last week , in its account of the presentations at the drawing-room , had the following : — " Miss Hogg , by her mother , Mrs . Hogg . Miss Mary Hogg , by her mother , Mrs . Hogg . " The two A'lisses Hogg must not be mistaken for a portion of the " swinish multitude" once referred to by the late lamented Castlereagh ; very few of that multitude are included in the drone who go to Court . " There was a lady loved a . swine" but it is not stated to what fcvancli of the Hogg family she belonged . — Ibid . A Compliment to Peel . —A clerical correspondent in the Times , who complains of " the clergy for not

      speaking out as one man touching the Maynooth grant , " heaves ' a groan , and says it is all because Peel carries the bag . This is trtdy a clincher to Ferrand ' s compliment that the Premier was " the greatest traitor since Judas Iscariot . " —Ibid . Gibus and Maynooth . —The papers state that the Lord Mayor is decidedly against the Maynooth grant . The Irish people need not be surprised at this , for Lord Mayor Gibbs does not seem friendly to making a grant of money to anybody . A Catholic college and a Protestant church are weighed in the same balance by his lordship . If Gibbs , as some think , was born with a silver spoon in his mouth , never was anybody more reluctant to " fork out , "—Ibid .

      A Prospect for Graham . —Sir James Graham recently declared that England was tho commonsink for political outcasts . " " There is every probability , wc are happy to state , that lie will shortly be in a position to fraternise with the denomination of people he describes . —Ibid . Margaret Lambmjx . —The husband of Margaret Lambrun having died of grief occasioned by the death of his mistress , Mary Queen of Scots , Margaret formed the resolution to avenge the deaths of her husband and mistress upon Elizabeth . To accomplish her purpose , she assumed a man ' s habit , and repaired to the Englishjcourt ; but , as she was pushing through a crowd , to get near the queen , she dropped one of her pistols . This being observed , she was seized and brought before Elizabeth , who examined her strictly ; when Margaret replied , " Madam , though

      I appear in this habit , I am a woman ; I was several years in the service of Queen Mary , whom you have unjustly put to death . You have also caused that of my hxisband , who died of grief to see that innocent queen perish so iniquitously . Now , as I had the greatest affection tor both , I resolved to revenge their deaths by lulling you . I have made many efforts to divert my resolution from this design , but in vain . " The queen heard this avowal with calmness , and answered : " You are then persuaded that in this action you have done your duty , and satisfied the demands which your love for your mistress and your husband required from you ; but what , think you , is my duty to you ? " Margaret asked if this question was put as a queen or a judge ; and on her Majesty saying OrS a

      queen , "Then , " said Margaret , "Your Majesty ought to grant nie a pardon . " " But what assurance can you give me " returned the queen , "that you will not repeat . the , ' attempt ? " " Madam , " roplied Margaret , " a favour- ; which is granted under restraint is no more a favour ; and iu so doing your Majesty would act against me as a judge . " The queen was so struck with her behaviour , that she gave her a pardon and safe conduct out of the king , doni . Gas Superseded . —Mr . Weekes's plan for lighting towns by electricity is about to be carried into effect in America . The editor of the Cincinnati Mechanic states that an experiment he lately witnessed ' was perfectly successful ; that the apparatus is by no means costly ; and that for lighting Cincinnati , two towers , it is considered , will be sufficient to illuminate

      the whole city . Mr . Weekes ' s plan was first published in this country as for back as 1831 . — Builder . Fearfully asd Wonderfully Made . — Wombwell ' s exhibitor used to remark of the elephant ' s trunk that it was adapted to unroot oaks or pick up a pin . Civil engineering appears to embrace an equal multiplicity of objects . At the last meeting oftho Institution of Civil Engineers , a new patent machine for the manufacture of teeth , gums , and palates , was exhibited alongside of railroad and locomotive models , and ( deservedly ) much admired . It is pretty generally known that the loss of the organs just enumerated isnot unfrequently supplied by artificial imitations ; but the description of the process by which the imitations are formed and inserted goes further to place the human body on a footing of equality with machines than the mere abstract kh 6 wledge . Acast of the mouth is first taken in the usual way , to obtain an exact counterpart ofthe ^ mequalities of . the

      inside ; the space intervening between two vermeil lips may be clogged up with plaster of Paris as a preparative to restored beauty .- Art does not stop here in its power to replace mutilated or decayed members . Legs and arms of exquisite proportion and finish—to say nothing of swelling caudal appendages sacred to the use of thefair sex—meet the eye in every street . In the vicinity of Temple-bar , a placard in a shop window-informs the passer-by , that" artificial eyes , of peculiar clearness and vivacity of escpression , " are to be had there . The thriving appearance of all these decorative artists tempts people at times to question whether ; any ; person they converse with is entirely humam •• The' whole population seem akin to the enchanted prince in the Arabian Nights—upwards flesh and downwards ''" marble .-fi'Whenthe police pick up a lady or gentleman ' knocked down by an over-driven cab , they must feel puzzled whether to carry tho body for repair to the surgeon , the . civil engmeev . —Spectator ;

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  • Citation
    • Northern Star (1837-1852), April 26, 1845, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/ns2_26041845/page/3/