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      Octo Ber 25, 1845. The Jntakther^ Star. ...

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      *" Beauties Of Biron. Ko. Xvi. "Curtde H...

      * " BEAUTIES OF BIRON . KO . XVI . " _CUrtDE _HAEOLD . " The _fanioss stanzas on the Battle of "Waterloo im-„ . ; . ]? follow those given in our last . These _? _S were re-published in this paper of the 2 Sth of sehsst—it is therefore unnecessary to repeat them 1 Jn the great battle Byron had a Mend MlleJ / vSor Ho _ffAKii ) , whose loss he celebrates in the following affecting and beautiful lines : — There have heen tears and breaking hearts for theo , j _jplui were nothing , had I such to give ; " . _wj . cn I stood beneath the fresh green tree , "Vldch nviaS waves where thou didst cease to live , ' . SJff around ine the wide field rerire _WitlifJ-ui _' ami ftrlile Promise , and the Spring f c _furih her work of gladu .-ss to contrive , ¦ ff-. _ji all her reckless birds upon the wing , ra * d item all she brought to those she could notbring . 1131 * 1

      the tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives ou , though mast and sail be torn ; Th e root-tree sinks , but moulders on the hall la massy _hoarinsss ; the ruined waU _^ ds when its wind-worn battlements are gone , Tiie bars survive the captive they enthrall ; The day drags through though storms keep out the sun ; _K-nl til" - _^ h _* _* will break , yet brokenly live on : . Even as a broken mirror , which the glass In every Iragment multiplies ; and makes A t housand images of one that was , The same , and still the more , the more it breaks ; And thus the heart will do which not foTsakes , Living in shattered guise , and still , and cold , . And Woodless , with its sleepless sorrow aches , let withers on tiil all without is old , Shan-ins no _vLabli sign , for such things are untold .

      The subject of Waterloo induces the following reflections on the fallen Gallic conqueror , who , it must be remembered , was yet living , and , in spite ofhis hopeless exile , still caused considerable uneasiness to his vanquishers . Magnificent in thought and words is the poet's conception ofthe character of VaTOX _\ EOS . There _ssmk the greate . _* _-t , not the worst of men , Whose spirit antithetically mixt One moment of the mightiest , and again On little objects with like firmness fat , Extreme in all thin -s ! hadst thou been betwixt ,

      Thy throne had still been thine , or never been ; . Por flaring made thy rise as fall : thou seek'st Even now to re-assume the imperial mien And shake a > ain tlw worM , the Thunderer of the scene ! Conqueror and captive ofthe earth art thou ! She tremble-sat thee still , aud thy wild name "Was neVr -more bruited in men ' s minds than flow That thou art nothing , save the jest of Fame , _"Wfco _trouM thee once , thy vassal , and became The _fi-ttterer of thy fierceness , till thou wert A god unto thyself ; nor less the same To die astounded kingdoms all inert , "ffho _deeni'd thee for a time whate _' er thou didst assert .

      Ob , more or less tlian man—in high or low , Rating witli nations , flying from the field"Son- making monarehs' nrcks thy footstool , now . More than thy meanest _soldier taught to yield : An empire thou coaldst crush , command , rebuild , But govern not thy _pettiest passion , nor , However deeply in men ' s spirits skill'J , look through thine own , nor curb the lust of war , So . "learn that _temptsd Pate ivill leave the loftiest star , Tet well thy s _. ; ul hath _brook'd the turning tide With that untaught _iunats philosophy , Which , be it wisdom , coldness , or deep pride , Is gall and wormwood to an enemy . When the whole host of hatred stood hard by , To Witch and mock the shrinking , thou hast smiled With a sedate and all-enduring eve;—When _Fortuns fled her spoil'd and favourite child , He stood unsow'd beneath the ills upon him pil'd .

      Sa / cr than in thy fortunes ; for in them Anilntiou steelM thee on too far to shew That just habitual scorn , which could contemn _31 en and their thoughts ; ' twas wise to feel , not so To wear it ever on thy lips and V > row , And spurn tlic instruments thou wert to use Till they were tuniM unto thine _overihrow ; 'Tis bnt a worthless world to win or loose ; So hath it proved lo thee . _iiul all such lot who choose . If , like a tower upon n headlong rock , Thon hadst been made to Stan ( 1 or fall alone , Such icorn of man had _lielp'd to Irave the shock ; But man ' s thoughts were the steps which paved thj throne , Their ad .-nir-ttion thy best weapon shone ; The part of _I'liil'ii _' s sou was thine , not then _lEnlcSS aside thy _piiiylaliail been thrown * , like _jUra Diogenes to mock at men ; Por sivpired cynics Earth wire far too wide a den .

      Bat quiet to quick bosoms is a hell , _A-.-. d _t'jirc hath been thy bane ; there is a fire Aad million of the soul whieh will not dwell * In its ov . u narrow being , but aspire U-yond the fiitin - 2 _netliu : u of desire ; Aad , but once kindled , quenchless ever mow , Prcis upon high sdreature _, nor can tire But augii : of rest ; a fever at the core , Fata ! to Snai who hears , to all who ever bore . This makes the in-idoieii who _limro made men ciaj By _i : ic : r contagion , conquerors aud kings , Founders of _s ' _. cts and systems , to whom add Sophist ! - , Bards , Statesmen , all unquiet things "Which stir too stioi . gly thc soul's jecrct springs , A :, _n arc themselves ihe fools to those they fool ; Envied . \ et how unenviable ! what stings Are theirs ! One _bieast laid open were a school Which w _., _uid uuteaeh mankind ihe lust to shine or rule !

      Their breath is _ajritation , and their life _AsfeB-ui _wii-. _rsan ihey ride , to siiiii at last , And jet so uurst and _higOKed to Strife , That should their Hays , _surviving perils past , Jlelt _tocskii _twilight , ihey feel overcast _AVith s-i ~ row anil _suj-auc- _a- _^ s _, and so die ; Svcu as a _llanic unfed , which runs to waste With its ov . _is _iiu-keriii-. _* - , or a sword laid by , 'Which eats iuto'i ; Self aad rusts _iugloriously . lie who asceuds to mountain tops shall iiud The loft 5 e .-tj . eaks most w . _-ij > t 5 n _elands 3 i . il suoiv ; Be who _surpus-ses or subatus mankind _JMust look donnon the hate of those below . _Though high _ul-ovi the sun of glory { flow , Aud far bta & _nh the earth and ocean spread , _Roi'iid him _jire _iirr rocks , mid loiidiv blow _Conniid-Jig _t-. _inpi-sis on hh naked head , And thus rewarj ihe toils whirh to those summits led

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      Aje Purgatory Of Suicides. A L'Msos Rhym...

      _AJE PURGATORY OF SUICIDES . A l _' msos Rhyme is Tsa * Books . By _Tnoius _Cooi'J _* it . tlte Cmnist . _Lshii-jii - . J . Howl 132 , fleet-street . ( Gr . _itiKuc-l ] , onthe Star of October lSt / i J _lhe-: _cTC 3 iIi book is by no mains fo onr liking ; instead of c _^ . ntinuiu _^ the discussion resumed in the sixth _iiynk , the poet " _ilics off to the collecting of the spirits of other suicides to lake part in the ghostly debate . The reader will remember that in the first book is caiamenee 1 ihe discussion on the state and destiny ; . f mankind , which diseussi-n is abruptly closed or " ssdjauraed , " in order to allow of other spirits _belnsr summoned to take part in the debate . The four _£ > H _«> _. - _* inu book- _, are occupied with the

      " _hringlag up" of the spirits invited to thc discussion _, ami in t _= ! t * sixth h _znk the _liiscnssion is re-opened . Wc naturally expected to find the discussion continued in the seventh bi * ok ; but , instead of this , tlie poet takes another ghostly cruise to collect more speakers or _Hslc-jcM for the grand debate . Tliis is bad _arran- _ffinu-ut- The matter of tliis _boolc too is decidedly inferior , ahhouzh _noilnii _^* * else conW bo expected , when saeh worthie . * as Sovsosivs , Tigbli . i- - . ts , l ' _zmo . Mis A i bite ? .. Amch * - - " , _Ville-m-uv _!* , _Mohjoaixt , and Lu- _^ _lkt are the characters _iatrediiced : certainly these _na : acs are rot very _inspirinir- As usual , the _reflcc-ti-c _nnss-ecs in whfeh the p . * etspeafcs ill propia _ixcrsc-izuiiire _tiiebi-st . The fo _' _Jowini stanzas _oncn " _tLe"kvk : "—

      Loudon 1 how _imasinaUe seems the strife Of iliy _l ) _u- _crmv-ls _aai-. J ti _, _; s s . jlitude I fcutinct wilh hot , haart-fereroas , _tlirubWng life—Racers for Mammon—day by dav renewed—Qu-. ck , _niuiley actors iu _yiiuil ' s _inteiludc—They -Tu _Lvtir-i nie ; ,.- asaia _, I , _raik 0 _ondv-r-lost less with glare and _magratade Of minffiess _Ihiius than _ham-au sliiqies that Staik _Ttrongh Uiy vast wilderness _« f ways , and , smUing , talk With thtir own _wretchedness which hath estranged Them iVom ifcisr _iiad , _r-ut _cai . «« t _tiiae dreams Tliat B _' _- _^ ary ' s _r-ys shall , wu- day , ha exchanged For _Gwinlcnr _- s ro & _ss , and Fortune ' * favouring beams last hoursTliese

      Gild their . , _tlu-se , amid thy streams Of _pypuloasnccS , lliy _larish shews of _jwle , * And _} K > : » p , a » 4 _> --J ! ' « i = S t -w _.-rc lirlng _tlienie _.- ! For _heaithiist _ilmusht that did « -. y f „ _Uy _chxil-i When I , -dung thy _streets , a gazing ' venturer , hied . Oh ! if t ' - > e heart doth crave for loneliness , Deep in thy croivdwl dasan it may find Its _iJre _^ r _-wisli _rejiliscd . In _JSIisei-j ' s _drC _33—' Thtir l . _li- _^ _Sited _visages to humankind _Apregna-Jt le- _* s _« n , hut thtir names Ciislirincd , _Peich _' -sace in _s-i-refy—bow stealthily Sucli _Str-ssits vf tUo heart _^ lide on behind The bustling men of *? _iin , < . r groups of _~ le £ That swell thy blended throngs of tlnift and _gaictv ;

      Oft have i followed _surfi a stealthy form , To _marfc liis _whereabmit of rest cr _Uonxt , Until he plunged into some haunt where swarm—In _diai'j den ? , that _shadow fonh the gloom Of hvar ; = _w-ii _. ln— -. _viiat the Wurld rails its " scum ' Victims of s 'ducd fraud , and titled lust , And pens 3 <* : i _* .- _< J knavery 1 _"IVill it e ' er come—Thehour when 31 a ** sliall Ventura to he just , And date : _•» £ _. _*¦* tr , ! tf nam-s unto his fellow-dust ! Age _aftur age hath _^ _azed the eager thrc : _!^—As , now , I seem , again , to see it _gaze- _^

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      Heedless of rsoral worth , or right or wrong , _TVhile haughty Pomp unclosed its newest blaze Of tear-wrung splendour : and , perchance , to praise Of garish shew , blame for groat gold _migsp-mt . Hath followed , as it follows now : yet , raise Tho trump of pageantry—and ears are lent By thousands who lisp scorn for Time's old rabblement ' . Will knowledge , freedom , moral growth of man , Strip off theso swaddling-bands of gauze—these chains Of gossamer ? Tki . * = baby-talisman—AVill it much longer charm the child of pains And sweat , to leave his bread-toil ? Oh I there reigns Of strength in Labour ' s millions , a young breath That gaunt Starvation quells not—but sustains ! "Where , now , my memory _wanderaj may its wrath Ne ' er burst!—Monarch;—ndown thy stately palace-path !

      I saw thee on the day thou wast a bride—And shouted , ' mid my joy-tears , with the crowd : — Thou wert a woman—and thou satt ' st beside Thy bosom ' s choice—while _happii-ess o ' erflowed Thy heart , and in thy f -ir y » ung countenance glowed Beholding thine , what could I less than feel A sympathetic joy ! Aje , though a proud "Worship of England ' s stern old Commonweal Was mine—for thee , that day , I breathed devotion leal . And many a heart , yielding , that festive day , To Nature ' s impulses of hope and joy , Confiding , blessed thee I Queen t if thou delay To help thy Poor—if thou , thyself , destroy The promise of that time , and harsh alloy Of blame with memory of our joy sow

      blend—What marvel ? Hopes , that do the heart upbuoy , Turned to despair by sufferings slighted , rend All gentle feelings in their way to some dire end . When next thou passeth by Whitehall , look up , I pray thee , and remember who felt there The fatal axe ! Aye , look!—nor be the dupe Of tinselled traitors who would thee ensnare To ease and grandeur , till—thy People ' s prayer For justiee all too long delayed—they rise With that old heart the Stuart to despair Drove , first—and , then , to vengeance ! Hunger cries Thronghou thy realm— " Queen ! from the fearful Pastbe wise I " I know that tellers of plain truths are " Goths " And * ' savages" in iheir esteem who _Iiaunt

      The halls of royalty—tho pageant mollis That flutter in thy beams—lhe sycophant , The beau , the corouettcd mendicant : — Yet , speak 1 not from brutal nature;—nor Is tliirst for violence fell habitant Of Labour ' s children's _hearts . Queen ! they who store Thy mind with such belief wrong grievously thy Poor ' Believe one born amid their daily toils And sighs—and , since , observant of the words And deeds of those who live on Labour ' s spoils : — Thy Poor , it is—aud not their haughty lords—In whose hearts vibrato gentle Nature ' s chords Of tenderness for thee—ev'n while they groan With deepest wrongs . " We suffer by the hordes " Of selfish ones , " they 3 ay _, " that hide the throne : " If she could Jhiow our woes—we should not , vainly ,

      moan !' lady ! ' tis thus the hunger-bitten ones Their simple , lingering trust iu thee express : — Let : hy heart answer , ' mid superb saloons And soldiered pomp—with truth and faithfulness—. If thou deserv ' st this trust from comfortless And bread-pinched millions . Wouldst thou read aright Thy glory ? Seek to be tlie heritress Of love deserved—choosing , with noble slight Of gauds , to make the Poor ' s heart-smile thy sole delight . Alas ! in vain thus breathes a rebel thrall Fond wish that , now a thousand years have rolled , To Alfred's land it might , once more , befall

      That sun of human glories to behold—A monarch scorning blood-stained gauds and gold , To build the throne in a blest People ' s love ! It may not he ' . Custom , soul-uumbiii _;* _, cold , tier web hath round thee , from thy cradle wove * . — Can heart of a born-thrall with pulse of Freedom move ? Deadly , _mind-blighting influences begird Thee daily , hourly : ' tis thy lot . A gaol Is mine . Thus far , our lot how like!—the herd Of titled , starred , and sworded things , that fail JNot to enclose thee in their watchful pale , Are but thy chief aud wider-turnkeys . Thou By birth , for life _^ and I , hy force—this ba ! 3 Of boudage prove . Rebel , or Queen , we ho w Alike to circumstance : our mould to it we owe .

      The somewhat dull dialogue in which the spirits of Messr 3 . Mor . DAUNT , _l"ETROxiu 3 , Aricius , andCo . engai ; e , is interrupted by the appearance of the famed _How-iti Le Diable , who makes his - appearance to summon thein to the grand debate . Ia the course of his address his opera devilsliip discourses not _aniisa , as witness the following : — I tell ye that on earth all natural ill Begins to yield to science : fell disease Is checked—and men shall soou begin to fill Th' expansive measure of their _d-iys . Thc seas Already own the power of Mind : with case _ilen vault above the wave , fearing no rage

      Of giant storms . On land , the very breeze That vital is , they hold in vassalage , And yoke , by viewless chains , unto the thought-winged sledge . Mind gljws and fuhniues even in the clown ; And men from yoke conventional and old Shake themselves free : the crosier and thc crown , The sword and gun , all men begin to hold Por useless and pernicious things , and bold The very peasants be to laugh aloud At swollen names of _gew-gaw shapes in _goll . Think ye that changes such as these forhode Ho change for Hades , aud her kings and pomp-thrones proud ?

      I tell ye , Change hath tome : judp _^ iit condign IL-r . lt fallen on the essences ot ki / Who raged to hear deep sage and bard divine Tell , in prophetic strain , pomp-glistcriugs Should pass aw .-iy , and spirit-liomagings He paid _toilindaiid Goodness . Where the bow Of promise skieth mystic _.--ymbollings Of monarch-splendour , _foifeiture I saw Of thrones , while congregated ghost-kings shook with awe . ( To be continued . )

      Tiie Ballad Poetry Of Ireland. Edited By...

      TIIE BALLAD POETRY OF IRELAND . Edited by Cimkles Gavax Dcsfi . Dublin : Duffy , Ang lessa-sirect . Tlie contents <; f this work , are ie- * s objectionable than , judging by its title , and the political reputation of Mr . Dc-m _* _, we had expected . As . the proprietor of the Nation newspaper , Air . _Duffi * is well known as tha ardent and unscrupulous advocate _t-1 ' what is called " Irish _Nationality . " Wc say " _unscrupulous advocate , " for Mr . Dcrrv , _through his '• aper , has not scrupled io emp loy the most detestable niwuis U effect the end himself , aud the party associated " . vith him Lave in view . In proof of this wc only need remind oar readers , that from the day the first number _ofthsJVutH-n appeared , to the present time , a

      systematic hostility towards England , Englishmen , and aU that is English , has been unceasingly preached up hy the writers iu that _iuipcr . From the days of the invasion by _Stkoxgbow , to the present time , every fact and every table belonging to Irish history , or Irish tradition , calculated to tell against England , has beeu industriously raked up to excite thc hatred of Jristtnicn _aipiinst _JSin-iiahiuen . Week after week have we had served up the thousand times told tales of Wexford slaughters , Muilaglnnast massacres , breaches of Limerick treaties , & c , which things occurred generations and generations ago , yet arc now revived for the iiendi * ;! i purpose of exciting animosity against the present generation of Englishmen . _Nor have thc writers in ' thc _ifctfcH at all distinguished between thc acts of tlic Norman oppressors of tlic

      Saxen people of England , and the people themselves . Even when denouncing present oppression , it Is never the English Government as contradistinguished from the _English people , on whom falls tlie weight of Irish denunciation ; it is always " England" andthe " Saxon" who are the objects of " Young Ireland ' s " wrath . Of c . ! _Ui _* se this is quite consistent with the declared object of Mr . Dim and his friends , that of separating Ireland from England . EveryloJy in England noiv understands perfectly well what " Irish nationality" means—it means Ireland independent , separate , and hostile . Tlic blarney of that consummate ch _.-u-hitan _O'C-j-v . vku . —" the golden link of the crown" uniting the two _countriis , is understood by everv one in England to be-unadulterated fudge .

      Once a Parliament in College-green , the " golden link" would soon be snapt . This would trouble us but iittic , provided another sort of link bound : he two countries t gcther—the link of common brotherhood—that , however , Mr . Duffy and Co . arc doing their best to render impossible . It must be admitted that Mr . Dlffy and his friends appear in a favourable li . rbt _wlien contrasted with O'Cosseo . : the former we believe to be honest - in iheir proftssed _iteins to re-establish thc nationality cf Lelaml , but 0 _Cosseli . has no suck desire ; his sole ambition is to maintain his rule as chief mountebank on his " . coiieiJiaiion " _sta"C , nnd p lunder to their Jast farthing the vreuhed dupes who witness his antics aud applaud his ravings . Ilis creed and his rule

      is"If humbng'd thus the i . _ibble choose to be , IVhvlet them , since it brings the chink to me ; There ' s none so blind as those who will not sec ! Mr . Duffy , on the other hand , we believe to be thoroughlv in earnest in his hatred of Eugland , and in his desire to make Ireland a " nation ; " lie is therefore '' quite consistent ill doing Ms utmost , whether b y prosit _nr poetry , fact or fiction , to inspire his countrymen with hatred of the land he regards as an encinv . Quite -consistent " tco ishcin

      _K-. oourins to . _inspire tkem with the barbaric thirst for ' glory , " in _eclebratia" the victories of Irishmen from Clostarf to Fontenov . No matter whether it _wss to serve _Lc-and or ' _despotism : whether it was to beat back the Danes , drive out the _Ej-giisb , re-establish tbe tyrant Ciiaki . es , restore the imbecile J . \ _MSS , or i-stcrid the infernal despotism ol the French Louis ; no matter whether the Irixb . Ibugiit as patriots , skives , or _met-cefla . _vies , their M * victories" have been recited and Ueid up for adsuratics and imitation by the poets o | th ? - _Action , Xki % iiaot » H V to . pursuit

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      of hia darling " nationality , " Mr . _Dorrr and his party contemplate the restoring of the old Irish language in suostitution oi" the English tongue now generally spoken , " with rariations , " throughout Ireland . This surely is the sublime of absurdity . As well mi ght Geoboe _Wasbixoto . v have set about restoring the language of the aborigines of America , or as well might Joseph M . azzi . vi propose the restoration of the Latin tongue as the language of the people of Italy , as one ofthe means for restoring the liberties of his country . Indeed , such » proposition would have much more of reason in it than has the proposition of Mr . Duffy and his friends ; the Latin tongue has been , and is yet to a great extent , t ! ie universal language of the educated classes , but can the same be said of the Irish

      language ? No ! But this design is something more than absurd , it is wicked ; it is an attempt to make civilization retrogress . The " confusion of tongues '' is the worst curse under which mankind labour , it serves to make strangers and enemies of even those who , by their position , arc nei ghbours , and should be brothers . The advance of civilization has , as regards a lew nations , corrected this evil . The English , the Welsh , the Scotch , the Irish , and the North-Americans , now generally speak but one tongue . Mr . Duffi would isolate Ireland ; he would have his countrymen speak a language which no other nation in the world could comprehend . Instead of this , if Mr . Duffy was a true patriot , he would rather labour to make the nations of ono language and one speech . Wc are convinced that universal

      freedom nnd _universal brotherhood , and the consequent ending of senseless wars and brutal conquests , is only attainable through the adoption of some language which shall be . spoken-by all nations . We care not whether it be the English , the French , the German , or any other language , so that there be some one tongue agreed upon . Even Irish , if that was practicable , we wouL ! just as soon have it as any other ; but we suppose Mr . Duffy , even in his wildest dreams , does not anticipate moro than the restoration of Irish as a local language . It needs not , however , the gift of prophecy to foretel , that even in that anticipation he will , happily for the human race , be disappointed . We have said that Mr . Duffy is honest . 11 a is , we believe , honestly the exponent ofhis own prejudices , ami the

      champion of his own class . But what would he do for the working class ? liis cry is , " Ireland for the Irish ;" that is , the Irish aristocracy , the Irish middle-class , and the Irish priesthood , bnt not the Irish workingclass , the veritable people . There wouldbea parliamentin College-green , a resident aristocracy , the Irish language restored , statues of King _Datiiy and King Dan- , Bkias Bonu and Sjinn 0 _'BniKN _*(!); a " national flag , " and plenty of the " glory" and " poetry " of " nationality ; " there would be all these under the new regime , yet the working classes would be as void of a country as they are now . Mr . Duffy and his friends would not even give tlie people a voice in the choosing of the country ' s legislators-rat least , if they would they have not the courage to ayon * their intentions ; and as to a radical reform of social

      arrangements , without which all other so-called reforms are but mockeries and delusions to the mass ofthe people , of such reform Mr . Duffy and his friends seem never io have thought : they are too much occupied with gloating over the records of the barbaric past , to attend to the greatest of all questions wliich must inevitably agitate the future . In short , the one idea of Mr . Duffy appears to be " Ireland independent of England . " To that end he _rc-lcindlcs the animosities of the past , excites race against race , and nation against nation . To that end he courts the alliance of the ambitious and unscrupulous partisans of war and conquest in France and America , caring not who suffers in the contest he desires to see commenced , si ) that he tan sec _England struck at , and . if uossible .

      struck down . To that esd he would isolate Ireland from tiie otlier nations by _revivinij an extinct Jan . gunge , now happily laid in " the tomb of all tlie Capulets . These things Mr . Duffy and his party would do , but they will fail . They may partially succeed fm * a time , but the very means they are at present employing will ultimately produce results very different to those they contemplate . They are diffusing knowledge , and in this tliey are _<*! oing a wighty good . That _knowledge they design shall mar instead of accelerate man ' s progress , but this design cannot but ultimately fail . Irishmen will by-and-bye learn that men of all nations are brothers , and that their only real and formidable enemies are men oi their own country and name .

      With tliese impressions of Mr . Duffy , we expected on opening this little book to find it brimful of biood and thunder against the " Saxon . " We knew what were thc songs arid ballads of tlie Nation , and wc expected that the contents of this volume would be of a similar character . That the songs and ballads of the Nation are rich in genuine poetry we cheerfully acknowledge ; but tlieir spirit and design is most objectionable and detestable . We arc happy to say , that tllis volume of " Ballads" is not of tne same character . True , there is a plentiful allowance of thu anti-Saxon spirit in many of the political ballads , but tliese speak tho feelings ofa bygone period which were then natural and justifiable _—fceliiigi wliich are unnatural and unjustifiable now . But this volume consists not merely of political ballads , then * arc some of a domestic character , full of sentiment and pathos which cannot fail to deeply impress the hearts ofall who read them .

      The collection before us consists entirely of ballads , and not of songs ; between whicli Mr . Dully draws this distinction—tbat "by a ballad is to be understood a short lyrical _narrative poem , and by a song , a lyrical poem of sentiment or passion . " __ Many of the ballads arc very beautiful , the non-political the most so . The political ballads , indeed , are nearly all very inferior to those wliich have appeared in the Nation . With the exception of the few translations from the ancient Irish , all tlie ballads are of very modern date . A well-writ ten introduction , written by Mr . Duffy , precedes the ballads . Mr . D . cites the healthy and soul-invigorating influence of tho songs and ballads of Burks npon tlio Scottish pvoplo us a proof oi * the good that may be accomplished by cultivating amongst the people a taste for genuine poetry . " Every

      household in Scotland , from the peasant-farmer ' s upwards , as _Lockhart proudly assures us , has its copy of Burns Jyin ; , ' _sii-c by side with the family bible . The young men , nurtured upon this strong food , go forth io contend with the world ; and in every kingdom of the earth they are to be found filling posts oi trust and honour , trustfully and honourably . " And again , speaking of Bui . xs _, Mr . Duffy says , " lie wooed poetry from thu saloon and tho library to become household among the poorest peasantry in Europe , elevated the uncouth dialect of liis native hills to be familial' to fifty millions of men among the most powerful and civilised of modern nations . And in this nationality lay his strength not alone among his own people , but among ail people . His English songs are comparatively neglected ; liis Scotch songs , witli their provincial and unpronounceable phraseology , are in the mouths of mure men than spoke his native tongue when he began to mould it into rustic verse . " Wc denim * to tho alleged fact that _Buiins _' s

      English songs arc " comparatively neglected , " but wc admit , that even amongst the English , his Scotch song . * * , bo far as they aro understood , are the most popular . But it is impossible tliis should be because ol their " nationality . " The fact is , the songs of Burns , whether Scotch or English , ore more cosmopolitan than national—tliey speak to the hearts of men ofall countries and climes , and hence their universal popularity . The most " national" song of Bunxs is Iris famous "Scot ' s wha haewi' Wallacu bled ; " yet that song is as p pular in England as in Scotland . At every Chartist festival holden in this country that song is invariably sung . Bnvo-i- and Ei > - waiid arc forgotten , Baiinockburn is hardly remembered ; but as the song rings through the festival hall , all , without _regard to country , join in the thrilling strain "Let us do or die . " _tSiiAKSPEAiin wrote in English , and _Buuxs iu Scotch , but both arc the poets of the world . We shall best give our readers an idea of the poetical beauties of thc volume by the following selections : —

      • ftWKE 01 ' WILLIAM OWL HY DB . _DHE . VNA . V . [ The case of William On * involves one of the most ruthless acts of tyranny thu : preceded thc insurrection ofl / _'JS . Or . - , wiio was a y wnj l ' rcsbyctrian furmt-r of Antrim , and a man of g reat _persoii'il popularity , W ; i 3 tried and convicted in October , _"U 7 , of administering the United Irish oa : h to a private soldier , mimed Whitl _* , But on the same day , lour of liis jury made affidavits stating that whisky had been introduced into the juty room , and the verdict agreed to under tlie joint iiiilutiice of . drunkenness and intimidation . Jfext day Whitly , the crown witness , confessed that his _evidciics was false , or _distorted in essential particulars . Undir these str _.-inge circumstances , On * was reprieved by government ; and

      the reprieve twice renewed . IJut , ultimately , when the nation confidently awaited the commutation of his sentence , he was ordered for execution . A stor m of mdhjiiation followed tliis arbitrary and merciless decision . The most moderate men were outraged by its injustice ; the most timid were stung to resistance by its milled tyranny . Orr died with _uiisliiilJen courage , exhorting his countrymen- 'to be true and faithful to cadi other , as he had been true to them . " His fortitude increased popular _enthusiasm to a passion . He was universally regarded as a martyrto . _Iibi-rty ; and " _lteinember Orr "' became tiie most popular and stimulating watch-word of Use uatiuna ! _jiarty . Ilis denth was celebrated in innumerable elegit !!* , ol wliich these' noble and _affectins verses ave the bist . l

      _alcte our mui dered brother lies ! Wake liim not with women ' s _ci'U-s . Mourn the way ihat manhood ought ; Sit ia silent trar . ee of thought . Write his merits on your mind ; _ilyraU _jiuie and manners hind ; 111 his lieHu . as . onalull , Virtue _ylsu ' _ii hei * citadel . W . ij vat oft"in p : ilmy youth ? _'fEU'li hc spoke , and acted truth . Countrymen , unite ! , he cry'd , And died—far what his Saviour died

      God of Peace , _esid God of Love , Let it not th y vengeance move ,. Let it not thj . lightnings drivw \ . Anatlon / _gjiaiolin'd liy Ia » _.

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      Hapless nation ! rent , and torn _. Thou weru & vlj taught to mourn , Warfare of six hundred years ! Epochs marked with blood and tears ! Hunted through thy nativo grounds _. Or flung reward to human bounds ; Each ono pull'd and tore his share , Heedless of thy deep despair . Hapless nation—hapless land , Heap ot _uncenientinjr sand i Grumbled by a foreign weight ; And by worse—domestic hate . God of mercy 1 God of peace ! Make the mud confusion cease ; O ' er the mental chao 3 move , Through it speak the light of l _« _va .

      Monstrous and unhappy sight ! Brothers' blood will not unite ; Holy oil and holy water , Mix , and fill the world with slaughter Who is she with aspect wild ? The widow'd mother with her child , Child new stirring in the womb ! Husband waiting for the tomb ! Angel ofthis sacred place , Calm her soul and whisper peace , Cord , or axe , or Ouillotin , Make the sentence—not the sin .

      Here wc watch our brother ' s sleep ; Watch with us , hut do not weep ) Watch with ns thro * dead of night , But expect the morning light . Conquer fortune—persevere !—Lo ! it breaks , the morning clear ! The cheerful cock awakes the skies , The day _J 3 come—arise 1—arise I [ Dr . Drennan , the author ofthis ballad , was one of the ablest writer * among the United Irishmen . His Letters of Orellana contributed powerfully to enlist Ulster iu " the

      Union . " His songs and ballads , which were chiefly direeled to the same object , aro vigorous and graceful beyond any political poetry of the period . His song commencing " When Erin lirst rose from tho dark swelling flood , " ivhich fixed upon Ireland the title of tho "Emerald Isle , " Moore esteems among tho most perfect of modem songs . A little volume of his poems was published in 1315 , but is now very scarce . In 1794 , he was brought to trial tor . his political principles ; but then , or throughout a long and honoured life , he never abandoned tliem . I

      In his selection of" Irish" ballads Mr . _Dm-rovery properly gives specimens oftlie Orange ballads . The famous ** Battle ofthe Boyne" is very poor - , " Oliver ' s Advice '' i _^ much superior , Wo give a few of the verses ofthis Jast as the ballad is a literary ouriosity in this country : —

      OLIVER'S ADVICE . AN _ORAh'GK BALLAD , BV COLON ]* -- BLACKEB . Tlw night is gathering gloomily , thc day is closing fast—The tempest flaps his raven wings in loud and angry blast ; The thunder clouds are driving athwart the lurid sky-But , " putyour . trust in God , my bays , and keep your powder dry . " * Tliere was a day when loyalty was hail'd with honour due , _Ourbauncr the protection wav'd to all tho good and

      true—And gallant hearts beneath its folds were link'd in honour ' s tie—We put our trust in God , my boys , and kept our powder dry _. When treason bared her bloody arm , and madden'd round the land , For kings , and laws , and order fair , we drew the ready brand ; Our gathering spell was William's name—our word was " do or die , " And still we put our trust in God , and kept our powder dry . Tlie ballad goes on to lament the change that has ¦ taken place in " loyal" men being discountenanced , and " traitors" appointed to rule the land . This was written in _183-i , when the Whigs were in the ascendant , and that party were beginning to caress O'Connell : —

      They come , whose deeds iucarnadin'd the Sluuey ' s silver wave—They come , who to the foreign foe the hail of welcome gave ; lie comes , the open rebel fierce—ha comes the Jesuit sly ; But put jour trust in God , my boys , and keepyourpowdei dry . They come , whose counsels wrapp'd the land in foul rebellious flame , Their hearts unchastcnod hy remorse , their cheeks unting'd by slinine . Be still , be still , indignant heart—be tearless , too , each eye , And put your trust in God , my hoys , and keep your pow . der dry _.

      We pass over some of the most " ultra-religious " verses , in which it is difficult to decide whether " God , " " Great William , " or that old imbecile bigot thc •* Earl of Itoden , " has the greatcstsharc of praise ; the following arc the two concluding verses : — Then cheer , ye hearts of loyalty , nor sink in dark despnir , Our banner shall again unfold its glories to the air , The storm that raves the wildest , the soonest passes by ; Then put your trust iu God , my boys , aud keep your powder dry . For " happy homes , " for " altars free , " wo grasp thc ready sw » rd , For freedom , truth , and for our Ciod's anmutilateu word . These , tliese the wav-cry of our march , our hope the Lord on high ! Then put your trust in God , my boys , and keep your powder dry . Muell move to OUl' taste arc the following simple , but beautifuliindpaiheticlines : —

      THE _PATMOT JlOTIIElt . A BALLAD OP 'OS . " Come , tell us tlie name of the rebelly Crew , Who lifted the pike on the _Curragh with you ; Come , tell us their treason , and then you ' ll be free , Or , by heavens , you shall swing from , tlw high gallows tree . " " _.-ltaiita . ' . 'Italia . ' the shadow of shame Has never yet tiillcii upon one of your name ; And oh ! may the food from my bosom jou drew , Iu your veins turn to poteou , it ' you turn untrue . " The foul words—oh ! let them nol blacken your touguc _, That would prove to your friends and your country n

      wrong , Or the curse of a mother , so bitter and dread , With the wrath of the Lord— -may they fall ou your head _, " I have no one but you jn the whole world wido , Yet false to your pledge you'd ne ' er stand at my side ; If a traitor you Jiv'd , you'd he farther away From my heart than , if true , you were wrapp'd in the clay . " Oh I deeper and darker the mourning would bo , For your falsehood so base , than youv death proud and free , Dearer , for dearer than ever to me , My darling , you'll be ou the brave gallows tree .

      " 'Tis holy , _a-jra , from the bravest and best—Go ! go ! I ' roui my heart , and be join'd by thc rest , . ltartfl , machm ! O , _alanm , imichree ! Sure a ' slag' \ and a traitor you never wiil be . " There's no look of a traitor upon the young brow Thai's _ruistd to the tempters so haughtily now j Jfo traitor e'er held up the linn head so hi gh—No traitor o er show'd sueh a proud flashing eye . On the high gallows tree ! on the brave gnllows tree ! Where smii'd leaves and blossoms , his sad doom met he « But it never bore blossom so pure or so fair , As thc heart of the martyr that hangs from it there . Here is a beautiful ballad combining the poetical with the descriptive ;—

      GOUGAU . VE EAltltA . "IV 3 , J . A _CALLAXAN . [ " The lake of Gougaune Barra , in the west-end of the county Cork , is the parent of the ltivor Lue . "J There . is a gre- ll island iu lone Gougaune Barra , Where Alina of song rushes forth as an arrow ; In deep-valued Desmond—a thousand wild fountains Come down to that lake , from their homo in the mountains . _Thi-i'tf grows the wild ash , and a time-stricken willow Looks _ehiiiin-ly down _wv ti „ . minh ofthe billow ; As , like some gay child , that sad monitor scorning , It lightly laughs back to the laugh ofthe morniag . And its zone of dark hills—oh ! to see thein all _briglituing ,

      \ V lieu the tempest flings out its red banner of lightning , And the _wiucvs rush down ; ' mid the thunder ' s deep rattle , Like clans from tlieir hills ac the voice ofthe battle ; And brightly the flre-crested billows are gleaming , And wildly , from _Xlultagh , the eagles are screaming . Oh > where is tlio _dwL- ] li „» j „ valley or highland , So meet for a bard as this lone little island . How oft , when the summer sun rested on Clara , . And Jit the dark heath on the hills of Ivera , Have I sought thee , sweet spot , from my home by the ocenn .

      A ' .: d lt' 6 d all thy wilds with a minstrel ' s devution , And thought of thy bard * , when assembling together , Iu the cleft of thy rocks , or the depth of the heather ? They fled from tbe Saxou _' s dark bondage ami slauirhtcr , And waked their last _soii g b y the rush of th y _wateiC High son ' s of the " , lyre , oil ' . how proud win the feeling , ao think while alone through that solitude stealing , though loftier minstrels Green Erin can number , I only awoke your wild harp _ft-om its slumber The songs even echo forgot on her mountains , ' And mingled once - more with the voice of those fouu tains ,

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      And glekn'd each grey legend that darkly was sleeping "Whore the mist and the rain whero their beauty or creep . ing . Least bard of the hills . ' were it mino to inherit The fire of thy harp , and wing of thy spirit ; With the wrongs which , like thee , to our country has bound me , Did your mantle ef song fling its radiance around me . Still , Still , On tll 08 e Wilds might yoUttg Liberty rally , Andgend her strong shouts over mountain aud valley ; The star ofthe west might yet rise in its glory , And the land that was darkest be brightest in story , i 7 I , too , shall be gone—but my _ntiro * shall be spoken When Erin awakes , and her fetters are broken ; Some minstrel shall come , in the summer-eve ' s gleaming , When freedom ' s young light ou his spirit is beaming , And bend o ' er my grave with a tear of emotion : Where calm _Avon-Uuce seeks the kisses of ocean , Or plant a wild wreath , from the biuiks of that river , O ' er the heart , and the harp , that are sleeping for ever .

      It h our opinion that the following ballad is the most truly , beautiful in the book ; the man who can read it with an unmoistened eye is not tobe envied : —

      LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT BV THE HON , JIBS , _FBICE BLACKWOOD . I ' m sittin' ou the stile , 'Mary , " Where we sat side by side On the bright May uiornin' long ago , When first y eu were my bride : 7 Th _» corn was springm' fresh and green , And the lark sang loud and high—And the red was on your lip , Mary , - And the love-light iu your eye . The _ptoee is little changed , Mary , The duy is bright as then , The lark ' s loud song is in my ear _. And the corn i « green again ; But I miss the sole clasp of your hand , And your breath , warm on my cheek , ' And I still keep _lisl'nin' for the words , You never more will speak . 'TiB but a step down yonder lane ,

      And the little church stands near , The church wln . re we were wed , Mary , I see the spire from here . But the grave-yard lies between , Mary , And my step might break your rest —• Por I've Jaid you , darling . ' down te sleep With your baby on your breast . I ' m very lonely now , Mary , . For the poor make no new friends , Cut , oh ! they love tlio better still , The few our father sends ! And you were all / had , Mary , My blessili' and my pride ; There ' s nothin' lelt to care for now , Sine *! my poor Mary died , Your ' s was the good , brave heart , Mary , _TJ-at still kept hoping ou , When the trust in God had left my soul ,

      Ana my arm ' s young strength was gone There was comlort ever on your lip , And tlie kind look on jour brow—I bless you , Mary , for that same , Though you cannot hear me now . I thank you for the patient smile When your heart was fit to break , When the hunger-pain was gnu win' thero , Aud jou hid it , Ior iny sake ! I bless you for the pleasant word , When your heart was sad and sore- — Oh ! I ' m thank ] ulyou are gone , Mary , Where grief can't reach you more ' .

      I ' m _biddm'you n long farewell , My Mary—kind aud true ! But I'll not forget you , darling ! Iu the land I ' m _goin' to ; They say there's bread and work for all , And the sun shines always there—But I'll not forget old Ireland , Were it fifty times as fair ! And often in tliose grand old woods I'll sit , and shut my eyes , * And my heart will travel back again To the place where Mary lies : And I'll think I see the little stilu Where ive sat side by side : And thc springiu- corn , and the bright May mora , When first you were my bride .

      We fully agree with Mr . Duwv , that " some of Griffin ' s simple ballads are gushes ol feeling that smite the heart like the cry of a woni . _\ n . Such is his " Gille Machree , " a strain of tlie noblest sentiment in the simplest _language ;—

      GILLS MACIIUEE . BY GE 2 AI . D GUVflS , Author of •*• Tho Collegians , " ike . [ Gerald Griffin stands in the first rank of Irish novelists . If the natural bent of his genius had not been crossed by vrenk counsel and baffled hopes , he might have become our greatest native poet . Poetry was his first inspiration , and he loved it to the last ; but it was a passion only , it never became an art to him . While he was still a boy drifting in his boat on the Shannon , and planning a career of great achievements , hc had already designed a series of tragedies , to wliich it is now- certain his powers were f ully adequate . But a life of feverish anxieties , Of slavish drudgery for London booksellers and London newspapers , of killing uncertainty and disappointments , aggravated by his own anxious and sensitive nature , left him no _.

      leisure for the development of his great designs . Aftet toiling for tcu years lie retreated from the world , took refuge in the society of Christian Brothers , and devoted himself to works of morality and education , till a fever fell upon liim in 1 S 10 , of which he died in the prime of his powers . Siuce his denth one of th e tagetlies designed in his boyhood , and completed among tho tumult of his distracting engagements ,, was produced on the London stage , and pronounced to be " the greatest drama of our times . " His poems have been since collected In a volume , and attained to instant popularity . These were but fragments of his projected works . But they afford suru indications that if it had been his fate to live at home , iu peace , honour , and enjoyment , liis attainment to the lirst place among our dramatic poets , was easy and certain . ] G ' dlc macltrce , *

      Sit down by mc , We now are joined and ne ' er shall sever Tliis hearth ' s our own Our hearts are one And peace is ours for ever ! When I was poor , Your father ' s door Was closed against your constant lover j With care and pain , I trie :- ! in vain My fortunes to recover . I said , " To other lands I'll roam , Where Jfate may smile on me , love ;" I Sllid , " Farewell , my own old home '" Audi said , " l _' atewell to thee , love !" Sing Gille machrcc , etc .

      I might have said , My mountain mnitl , Come live with me , your own true lover ; I know a spot , A silent cot , Your friends can ne ' er discover , Where gently rlows the waveless tide By oue small garden only ; Where the heron waves his wings so wide , And the linnet sings so lonely ! Sing Gille machree , Ao ,

      I might have said , My mountain maid , A father ' s right was never given True hearts to curse With tyrant force That have been blest in heaven . But then , I said , " In after years , When thoughts of home shall find her ! My love may mourn with secret tears Her friends , thus left behind her . " Sing Gille machree , < kc .

      Oh , no , 1 said , My own dear maid , Por me , though all forlorn , for over , That heart of thine Shall ne ' er repine O ' er slighted duty—never . From homo and thee though wandering fai A dreary fate be mine , love ; I'd rather live in endless war , Than buy my peace with thine , love . Sing Gille machree , . _i-c _.

      _1 ' ar , far away , By night and day , I toiled to win it golden ti ensure ; And golden gains Itepuid my pains In fair and shining measure . I sought again my na live land , Thy father welcomed me , love ; I poured my gold into his hand , . And my guerdon found in thee , lovo ; Sing Gille v . iac ' irce Sit down by me , _^ _Ye now are joined , and ne ' er shall sever ; This hearth ' s our own , Our hearts are one , And - _-teace is ours for ever .

      Iii conclusion wo should state that tins volume oi " Ballad Poetry" is one of a seriffsof monthl _* _- * volumes now issuing under the title of " Duffy ' s Library oi Ireland . " Tlie volumes are published monthly , and sold for a shilling- This volume is the only one ol the series wc have seen . It is beautifully printed , and deserves , what it will doubtless have , a very extensive circulation . Protesting against Mr . Duffy ' s " natioiiality " -niania , _ws nevertheless warmly recommend this work to our readers . * i ' roperly G ' de mo croidhe , i , e , " whiteness ofmy heart .

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      A _Scbkb I—A young man , visiting Nottingham for the pleasures of the late fair , having a taste for theatricals , saw a board outside one of the strolling theatres . During the day , he applied to the manager to give him permission to fafce a partin the piece ; _aiBUl'ing him that he was quite competent . _Permiaaion was granted accordingly , and when the timer came for his appearance , he strutted forth and commenced , " I am the King of Bohemia ! " " You ' re a ; you ' re - — , the barber ' s son , of Radford , " shouted one of thc audience ( who proved to be an ol < f acquaintance of his Majesty ) , and , amidst roars of laughter , the Bohemian monarch made his exit , nt * tering threats of vengeance .

      A Nice Point . —Tlic Bishop of Exeter lias givert it as his opinion that a clergyman speculating ia rail-rays conies under the statute against " _deaJin-y for gain or profit . " As the statute only says dealing —and railway speculation involves rather _shuffling than dealing—some of the reverend Stags maintain that they do not violate the Act of Parliament . — Punch . _JOKATHAJ- OuTniVALLED . —Isi . E OF WlGnT . —TheT inhabitants of the eastern part of our island have long been celebrated for their . sagacity , and tho * natives of Saint Helen ' s have recently discovered a successful method of catching rabbits in the night , which certainly by no means diminishes their previously acquired celebrity . Ifc appears that having secured a number of the crustacean species , which are vulgarly denominated in the island "• King _Craba , " they affix about an inch of candle to their backs _.

      and send tliem crawling into thc rabbits' burrows ; the animals being alarmed at the appearance of their enlightened visitors , make a speedy exit , and are immediately captured by the invaders . The plan is far preferable to the old method wliich is practiced on the southern coast . The Kitton gentlemen scatter a quantity of snuff at the mouth oftheir holes , covering it with green parsley , of which the game is remarkably fond . On partaking of the delicious herbage , thev are seized with such a fit of sneezing that they invariably beat their brains out against the rocks , but are by these violent means rendered unfit for market . —Hampshire Independent . Rather Difficult . —A member of the Vermont Legislature rising to reply to a very frothy and ignorant orator on the other side , said— "Mr . Speaker , I can't reply to that ' ero speech , for it always wrenches me terriblv to kick at nothing . "

      A Shocking Saint !—St . Godcric , according to the Romish Calendar , was a severe anchorite recluse ; he wore an iron shirt next liis skin , and wore out three by constant use . Uo mingled ashes with his flour , and kept it for months before he ate it .

      MOB MELODIES . ( From ihe Tyne Mercury . ) " For the patience with which they endured their sufferings , the people deserved all praise and admiration . " —Sir Bobert Peel ' s Speech , 1 S-13 . "If any man should take viands to satisfy his present Jumper , this is no felony or larceny , " —iord Baton ' s Law Tracts . Tune— " Sliss Bailey's Ghost . " In days of old , as we are told , as long as they were able , The man was deck'd in most respect who lived mosJ com * fortable . Hut now , alas ! it comes to pass they ' ve ta'en to praise starvation , And those who die most quietly get " praise and admiration . " "Praise and _admiratiou ! Praise and admiration ;" Yea , those who die most quietly , get " Praise and admiration 1 "

      Tis sure amiss whenstuft like this for doctrine sage is taken , Be it our plan to praise the man , so well ' yclept Lord Hacon ! lie knew his trade ; and thus hc said , as plain as words could make it , ' _« If Beef enow don ' t come to you , then go to it—nnd take it !" Go to it—and take it , go to it—and take it . " " If Beef enow don't come to you , e ' en go to it—and take it !"

      To make good laws deserves applause ; anil of all things in nature Wc may well rest the very best is a wise legislator ! But all their Acts must look to Tacts , if they have any good in ; And lawyers still , for " Preamble ,- " must give us Beef and Pudding , Must give us Beef and Pudding—give us Beef and Pudding—The lawyers still , for " Preamble , " must give U 3 Beef and _Pudding . ABritw ' s maw won't live on law , or no such windy ration ; We don ' t get on—not e ' en with constitutional starvation I And comfort small we see at _ull in sueh unholy Lent ,

      rs , Tho' folks observe th at we so starve by "Act of Parliament , ' . Sirs , " Aci of Parliament , " sirs ! " Act of Parliament " sirs ! Tho ' folks observe , that we so starve , by " Act of Parliament , " Sirs . For statutes sage If you ' ve n rage , turn over without murmur , Until you full on Muff King Hal , " tho Protestant Ueformer ;" "Xo fasts for mc , " exclaimed he , determined still to ' cut on ; By day or night my men shall fight on " Beef , Pork , Veal , and Mutton !" "Beef , Pork , Veal , and Mutton ! " "Beef , Pork , Veal , and Mutton !" By day or night , my men sliall fi _^ -lit on " Beef , Pork , Veal , and Mutton !"

      Then let ' s cry " Tuts ! " when grumbling guts for benefits are taken , And make it our plan to praise the man , so well ' yclept JLoril Bacon , lie knew the law ; and here's his saw , as plain as words can make it"If beef enow don't conic to you , e'en go to it , and—take it I " "Go to it , and— -take it ! go to it , and—take it !" " If beef enow don't come to you , e ' en go to it , and—take it !" Oai . 1 * Skin . —A young fop , who had just begun to shave i ' ov a beard , stepped into st barber ' s shop , and , after a grand swagger , desired to be shaved . Tho barber went through tho usual movement , and the young sprig jumped up with a flourish , exclaiming , "Mawfoinc fellow , what ' s your charge 1 " " Oh , no charge , " was the reply . "No charge ! how ' s that ?" ' ¦ Why , we are always thankful when we can get soft calfskin to whet our razors on . "

      " _Ouds asd Eves . "—A sailor having purchased some medicine of a doctor , demanded thc prico . " Why , " said the doctor . " I cannot charge you _lesa than ' seven and sixpence . " "'Well , I ll tell you what , " replied the sailor . " take off thc odds , and I'll pay you the even . " " Well , " returned the doctor , " wewon't quarrel about trifles . " The sailor laid down sixpence , and was walking off . when the doctoi * reminded him ofhis mistake . " No mistake at all , sir ; six is eren and seven is odd all the world over ; so I wish you a good day . " " Get you gone , " sai-i lhe doctor , " I ' ve made fourpence outof you yet . " A Yankee Du . v—A gentleman from _JS cw York

      who had been in Boston f > r thc purpose of _collecting some money due to him in that city , was about returning , when he found that one bill of one hundred dollars had been overlooked . Ilis landlord , who knew the debtor , thought it a "doubtful ease ; " but added , that if it was collectable at All , a tali , rawboned Yanl-. cc , then dunning a lodger in another part of the liouse , would " annoy it out of the man . " Calling him up , therefore , he introduced liim to tha creditor , who showed liim the account . "Wal , ' square , 'taint much use tryin' I guess . I know tliat critter . You might as well try to squeeze ile out of Uunkcr-hill monument as to c'lect a debt o' him . But

      anyhow , what do you give me s posm 1 do try ?' " Well , sir . the bill is one hundred dollars . I'll _g iva you—yes , I'll give you half , if you can collect it . " " Greed ! " replied the collector ; there ' s no harm in tryin ' , any way . " Some weeks after the creditor chanced to be in Boston ; and . in walking upTremont-street , happened to encounter his enterprising friend . " Look ' e here " said thc Yankee , " I had considerable luck with that bill of your n . \ ou sea I stuck to him like a dog to a root ; but for the first week or so 'twant no use—not a bit ! If he wasn't at home , he was short ; and if he was at home , 1 could get no satisfaction . By-and-bye , says I , after going sixteen times , I'll fix you ; so I set down on tllQ door-step , r . nd sot all day and partof thc evenin ' , and began airly next day ; but about ten o ' cluck he gin in . lie paid me my half , and I gin him up the note' . "

      Inisn _Evidesck . — " Pray , iny good -man , " said a . judge to an Irishman , who was a witness on a trial , " what did pass between you and the prisoner ?" " 0 , then , plase your lordship , " says Pat , " sure I sees Phclim ' a top of the wall . ' 1-addy , ' says ho ; ' What ? ' says I ; ' Here , ' says he ; « Where ? ' says I ; ' Whist '; ' says he ; 'Hush ! ' says 1 ; and that ' s all , plase yer lordship . Monstrous . —The John o ' Groat Journal has an account of a large take of whales amounting to 1540 , by tlie Zetlanders . The paper , however , fails to say whether any " gnashing bf teeth" accompanied so much " wailing . "— Joe Mller .

      The Political Tou THUiin . —The greatest little man in Europe has arrived in _England in the _aliape of Monsieur Thiers , ex-Premier ot France , rank republican , and editor of the A a _« _tonneZ . This visit of M . Thiers we regard as a crying evil . -Of course , he will be lionised through oiir dookyards , have honours paid him at Drayton , and—be received by John Bull m any shapebut that of his real one , ' namely , the bitterest political enemy wo possess on the continent Really , these repeated French visits assume an air of suspicion move serious than pleasant ., The fact of our coast being so bare is unbearable , _uoAJoo 'i filler , wavns ' Sir R . Peel that precaution comes too lata I w _>* An th » n-Whief ii _accomplished . — £ bid .

  • Citation
    • Northern Star (1837-1852), Oct. 25, 1845, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/ns4_25101845/page/3/