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      A CHRISTMAS GARLAND . ** A merry Christmas , gentle reader , and may thy felicity be all that wb could auddo ^ nsbjall tbat we would lave , were we the master of ihy destiny . XX all the days in the year , —no matter how beautiful nay -be the holidays Afforded" ns by rental spring , glorious summer , and luxuriant autumn ¦ of all the times and seasons tn&t we can elnich from the—dull roe tine of "business * ' and laboni , —alas , loo few , — -commend ob to Christmas before each and all . Df all popular fesfiyal ^ tbis i *

      the most popular and she most heart-improving j the one that best calls forth our kindliest sympathies , reminding ns that-we * have _« tber and higher duties than that . of money-grubbing , or even always thlnkmgof toil—toil in search of that which the poor man , ba he / everso industrious , bnt rarely finds , —ihe meais of even homhle living . Christmas , we say , reminds tiB of other things ; callB back the days when in boyhood ' s time our hearts were light ; when We had no thought of the morrow , —or , If we had , believed that the future would be as sunny as the Present . "When knowing nothing of

      ** The oppressor's wrong , the prond xiaxfa contanely , " We ihonght the world lovely , and therefore loved it . 'Tis well to call back those feelings . They prevent the corroding of heart ,-which our petty huxterings » nd party strivings in this" age of money ? would otherwise be sure to prodnce 'Tis well , too , to be " merry and wise f * well toTcast off the fetters of care asd cleanse as It were ihe soul from its cobwebs ol thrift ; we are the better for such unbendings ; such , —temporary though they be , —returns to nature and from that natural state we should never iaTe departed

      I t is well , too , that the hospitalities of Christmas come , to marcel us of our suffering or less fortunate fellow-creatures . "We may nave onr sorrows and wants , ¥ nt we are nonetheless able to bear our own load by lending a helping , hand to lighten that of others . An inquiry into the trials cf onr neighbours will show not a few of us that > e are not ihe most unfortunate , thereby encouraging as to bear -with fortitude our own Tighter troubles ., and afford onr sympathetic aid to those on whom fate hu frowned more sternly . We hare said that we lore Christmas ; and to quote Iselga Hunt , —would that we tad his sweet pan to write Tipon this subject— " We bays always loved it ,

      and ever shall ; because ( to give a child's leason , and a rery good one , too , in this instance , ) Chrutm&s-day is Christm&s-dsy ; because of tie Collies and other ever * £ E&ens which people conspire to bring into cities and houses cm this day , making a kind of summer in winter , and reminding us that 'The poetry of earth is never dead ;* because of the fine things which the poets and others bate said of it ; because there ii no business going on , sod * Mammon' Is suspended ; and lastly , because Sew Years * Day and Twelfth Ifigtit come after it ; that is to say , because it is the leader of a set of holidays , and the spiriV is net beaten down into common-place the moment It la over . It closes and begina ' the year with cheerfulness . "

      There , reader , after footing the abore , how is it pos-81016 / 0103 to go back again to our own prosy scribbling ? 2 S 6 , no ; if we can gather such bright flowers as these in the garden of literature , ire will even do so , not doubting but that we shall thereby orach better jleaae tie reader , than by attempting anything further from onr own pen . As in duty . bound , we should have commenced with something about the " season ; " iut unfortunately the present weather [ that greatest of all concerns of an ; Eii 5 lisfcmsn'a life ) is goite out of season . It would be useless to attempt to write-in ihe strains of

      "Cease , rude Boreas , bluBterinirailer !" when the fact is , that thej&Ddest of summer ¦ ephyra could not less annoy than the gentle breezes that at present greet us in town and country . Useless , too , would be any attempt to write about wintry blasts " and " "hlaangfirei / ' when tb . 9 former is as letunfelt , and the latter would be insufferable . Still as our foggy atmosphere is notoriously inconstant , it is not at aU improbable that ere this reaches the eye of the reader , or before the Christmas joint smokes before Mm , the present scene , tBiting zither of spring than -winter , may be entirely changed . . Be that as it may , poets have a license which others have sot ; and though no poeta our * sslves , we trust we have a proper appreciation of the poetic beauties of others , Here , then , it

      A iAY FOB WINTEB . XT JESSE HAMHOND . The trees are aU bare , and the Sow e rs are all gone , And nature ' s sweet minstrels are mute in the . grove ; The world seems a desert all dreary and lone , For winter is round me wherever I rove ; Tib mom , and the turfealent night-winds are still , While the snow-wreath is left to preside o ' er the plaia , So the passion ' s axe hnsh'd , yet my bosom ia chill , As if hope would ne'er brighten the prospect again . The sun dimly shines through the gathering mist , And shadows seem spreading the Landscape around , As if bis faint T > eam namre ' s "bare bosom , klesM , Where bo beanty is blooming , no flsWreta are found ; Tie noon , and T ssza on hLi last fading ray ,

      As it lingers awhile on the snow-cs" ? r d plain j And in sadness I stand at Ihe close of the day , As if hope would ne ' er gladden the prospect again . But clouds gather over the desolate scene , As if shrouding a -desert all barren and bare ; And winter ' s white mantis for spring ' s lovely green , Awhile dreary nature if destin'd to wear .-Tis night ; yet the stars shine all brightly above , And the moon sheds a mile on winter ' s domain , So hope sweetly breaks with a -vision it love , Asd spring will soen gladden this , bosom again . And here 1 b another on the same tubj&ct , not quits « o good as the above , but onr readers may-have seen vase .

      OLD WINTER IS COME . Old Winter is come in earnest—alack . ' Sow icy and cold is he ! He cares sot a pis for a shivering back ; He ' s a saucy old chap to white and black ; He whistles biB chills with a wonderf nl knack , Per & Jollyold fellow ia be ! A witty old fellow this Winter ia ; A JBighty old fellow of glee ; He cracks his jokes on the pretty sweet miss , The wrinkled old maiden unfit to kiss , And freezes the dew of thsir lip *—for this Is the way with sneb ieliowsas he »

      Old Winter ' s a froliefcsojeie blade I wot ; He is wild in his humour , and free ! He'll whittle along for the *• want cf thonght , " And set all the warmth of onr fare at nought , And rnffle the laces the pretty gfrla bonghi ; For a frdlicksome fellow is he ! 013 Winter is blowing his * nsts along , Aad merrily ibakiag itetree ! From morsing to night he will sing his song- ; 2 fow moaning and shoit—bow howling and long , His voice is lond ioi his lungs are strong—A merry old fellow is he I

      Old "Winter ' s a TncktdolQ chap I ween—As -sricked as e » er you'll see ; He withers the flowers bo fresh and green— ' And he bites tue pert nose of the miss of sixteen , AbHit flppanUy valks inmaidtnly sheen—A wicked old fellow is ha Old Winter " * a tough old fellow for blows , As ttngh as eve * you'll see : Hell trip up onrtretters , and rend onr-clothes , And stiffen our limbs from fingers to toei—He mads npi the cry of his fritndB or his foes : A drrvira old fellow i 3 he .

      A cunning old fellow is wiBter itiy say ; A cm-nine old fellow is he ; He p » epsin the erevices day by osy , To & £ how we're passing our time awsy , And maik all cur doings from grave to gay— Tm afraid he is peeping at lb =. HaTicg so far jsrefaced , it is time -we said something about C ^ rstmaB itself : but hol d j we had wkB nigh f oigotten onr promisegnst made , that we wonld gather honey from the Haven of others lEtber thaa attempt to manufacture on our own account . Well , what havewe bere ? Who bat tur old &itnd Punch ! Punch too with , his ChiiEtmaa Kece . He prtsa . ts yon ^ wiiti the ** Coapiimyits cf the season . * Her = nse the ^—

      " 10 ET WAITS" ¦ We , & leaular Ministerial Waits , who hare cheerti you with Income Tax Qtiadriilea and sootbefl yon into soft Elumbtrs by the btiutiful turns and TariaKoia af ortr poHtieal Waltzes , -hnmWjr call upon ycuJbi your kind contributions . We havt been playing in " -Concert , to lull you into furgetfuiness ; and , in all matters , our trumpets have been biowisg hot and cold , vine " car measures haTe lt > etn itesiicg OTer your eoalaviG senses . ** SlAXiET , ~ Dc-nhl& Bazs ; M JAK 5 I eKAHAai , Serpsnt ; " S . Pebl , Leader of . the Band . ' And here are cur old friends who ta-e bt . cn waling these two years past ontfce wrocg side of the Treasury bench ,

      " WfcG WAITS . - "We , ihs . old Whig Ws » it » , -who nave leennow waiting lor upwards of two yeara , and plaTlsg a variety of Tunes , bumblysolidt your bounty u \ &e present Fe » - tjre period . We beg leave te remicfi yen tl > at we have BO connection whatever with the Toiy Bead Weights , who , by fjnitstiiig of our Airs , atd playing the same ¦ trains as we have t > cen in the habit cf doing , have endea-TOfflRd to impo ^ spen your generesi ty . "J . BTJSSitL , First Tiddlej " P . HMEBST 05 , Tiuupet . " The lillo ^ iBg " card" needs so recamianidation . " TB 3 DUSIHIS'S C 22 D .

      B We the TcfnlEr Dustmen , who zzt rcEstently rtgnir-5 ng Yen to tciae < 5 o-ffn with your Ca-t ; ccEr- round as usual ? -r yon * Goutributlone . Pi- ? = e to reratmbei that vt . is u . e ic ^ aliT ConstTvati j = dt "; E ? D , who bavB » iYr ^; - N :: Ur-i"Voii ? Act's .

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      "Be sure to , ark fora medal , representing on one side the * Victory of the Tories over the Whigs in 1841 , ' and on the reverse 'A Pair of Scales—one Fixed and the other Sliding . * -it any one should basely apply on Our behalf , saying that he Is our principal , please to take notice that we are All alike , and have no Principles . ( Signed ) "f * GoTTLBtrns . " Bipos . «• GlADSTOKB . " Poor lord Brougham I The " Scavenger ' s card" Is rather " too bad" 8 Vrn foi Punch , wea » enot * nfflelenUy ill-humoured gust now to quote it Our friends the Teetotalers will , we are sure , be proud to recognize and reward the honourable labours of the undersigned functionary : —

      " THE TUENCOCK ' S APJEAX FOB A CHEISTMaS-BOX . " Esteemed Teetotalebs , —TVbea your watetjugs are sparkling at this festive season with the pore and limpid element , please to remember me , your indefatigable and unflinching Turncock . By yeur kind Christmas-box I shall he enabled to drink your health In a bowl of foaming New Birer . Please to recollect that it is the Turncock who contributes to the pleasures of the Tea and Breakfast Table , by converting your pint of milk Into » Quart , and transforming unless chalk into a comparatively wholesome beverage . Don't forget to ask for the Temperance medal . " Your constant dilnter "And swamper in ordinary , " Theobald Mathew . "

      The poet saya , " from grave to gay . ** We reverse this . We began with the gay , and now for the grave . We shall join in the roar of seasonable mirth none the less heartier , if we listen to the wail of sorrow , and , listening , endeavour to dry upthecomplainer ' s tear * . Hereii

      THE SONG OJ THE SH 1 ET . With flogen weary -and -worn , With eyelids heavy and red , A woman sat , hi unwomanly rags , Plying her needle and thread—Stitch ! stitch I stitch 1 In poverty , hunger , and dirt . And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the " Song of the Shirt !" Work ! work ! work ! While the cock is crowing aloof . ' And work—werk—work . Till the stars shine through the roof ! It ' sO * tobeattaj Along with the barbarous Turk , Where woman has rever a soul to save , If this is Christian woik 1

      Work—work—work Till the brain begins to swim ; Work—work—work Till Hie eyes are heavy and dim ! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep , And sew then on in a dream ! 0 ! men , with sisters dear ! O ! men ! with mothers and wives ! It is jaot linen yon * re wearing out , But hnman creatures * lives . ' Stitch—stitch—stitch , In poverty , hunger , and dirt , Sewing at once with a double threal , A shroud as well as a shirt .

      But wby do I talk of Death 1 That phantom of grisly bone , I hardly fear his terrible Bbape , It stems bo like my own . It seems to like my own , ^ Because of the lasts ] keep . ~ 0 ! God l that bread shonld be so dear , And flesh and blood so cheap J Work—work—work i ^ Wy labour sever lags ; And where are its wages ? A bed of straw , A crnst of bread—and rags . That shattered roof—and this naked floor—A table—a broken chair—And a wall so blank , my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there !

      Work—work—work 1 From weary chime to chime , Work—work—werk—As prisoners work for crime ! Band , and gusset , and seam , Seam , and gasket , and band , Till the heart i > sick , and the brain bennmb'd As well at the weary hand . Work—work—work , In the dull December light , And work—work—w » k , When the weather is -warm and bright ; While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling , As if to show me their sunny backs , And twit me with the spring .

      Ol bat to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet—Wit !? the sky above my head , Ana the grau'beneath my feet , For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel , Before I knew the woes of want , And the walk that costs a meal ! O ! but for oce short hour ! A respite , however brief ! IS " o blewed leisure for Love or Hope , But only time for Grief 1 A little weeping would ease my heart Bat in their briny bed ily tears must stop , for every drop Hinders needle and thread !

      With fingers -weary and worn , With eyelids heavy and red , A woman sate in unwomanly rage , Plying her needle and thread—Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty , hunger , and dirt , And still with a voice of dolorous pitch . Would that its tone could reach tbe rich ! She sang this " Song of tbe Shirt . ' " Reader , don't yon remember the carol that delighted your boyhood 7 Beginning with" God bless yon , merry gentlemen , let nothing yon dismay ? ' > and every verse ending with" It bring * tidings of comfort and joy . " Alas , where is the " comfort and joy" for the poor shirt stitcher ?

      And reader , does not thine ears tingle—( ours—do ) as the % nestion stiikes through tbee ; " Whohas attempted to save the lorn widow from the deep damnation ( 'tis a hard word but a true one ) " of work , work , work ? " Hast tnou ?* But yoawill say , perhaps , what have you to do with it . You are youreelf aTery pariah in society , treated worse than tbe beasts by those who monopolise power and social wealth—even the wealth that yon have created ; and that you cm neither relieve the distressed , nor protect the wronged . True , brother ; doubtless , too true ; and yet we think all ( ourselves included ) might flo more , if each would only try . /*« popvli , vom J > ei , is a troth : but , tins , how rarely can the voice of the millions be raised in unison to

      thunder in tbe ears of tbe rich and powerful the decrees of eternal justice . ' But now this Christmas time , let each of our readers see what be can do to lessen the " monntain of misery , " even if it be by only one atom . No matter though thon art as poor as » Leicestershire stockinger or a Cumberland weaver : still try . Then hast bnman sympathies ; tben call them forth . A crust given to the beggar's child ; a piece of thy Christmas cake or puiding to the factory boy , who , poor little fellow , though he works to keep his parents , yet cannot be rewarded with the " old English fare "—the fare which all tad b&fort Moloch insisted on tbe sacrifice of humanity ' s little ones

      to glut the avarice of the "Kinyrs of Gold" ; a basin of " Eomtthing -warm" to cheer tbe heart of the old dame , whose only stay is the miserably doled " out-door reliet ; " hsppy if she can get that , and so eBcape the dreaded " TJnion '' j and lastly , " Old Ironsides , " the pensioner , who fought under Abercrombie , or it may be , fired his retreating shot at Cornnna , or gained his poor paltry medal on the field cf that " crowning carnage , ' Waterloo ; no matter , heartily as we detest war , and hate all " great heroes , " " victors of a hundred fights" and treat not , much as we abhor all these , we must confess that nevertheless -we have a warm heart towards the old pensioner , whether he

      " Shoulders his crutch and shows how fields were won , " Or sailed " . under Duncan , Howe , and Jervis , And along with gallant Nelson , sung out , Yo heave 0 : " He knew nothing of politics . He fought for " King and Country " , as he believes all ' true Britons" should do . Tree we see in him a , man whose energies both phjBic&l and moral , hive been fearfnlly misdirected , hui It hi * Uochert and ndtrt rtsponsOtle for that : he is an honest man , therefore welcome him . . Let him fill his pipe , and let his glass be " warm with "—not too xnueh of the water , for he don't understand the ethics of our friend the " Turncock . " Ee is seated now , asd well he will reward yon with glorious old tales of

      " Moving accidents by flood and field " in return for your generous hospitality . Header try if thou canst do even only one of the * bove «'* ood turns . " an * thou wilt be th « happier for It , even theii gh it be Int the crust to the wanderer's child . Listen not to the cant about charity begins at borne , " and tbe number of "impostors" that are abroad . God help -, us if this doctrine was generally belieyed in , what wonld the homeless do ? And we that bave homes , how many of os nave been indebted to tbe kindly sympathies of strangers when in sickr . tss and trouble 1 As to " impostors - there ere wowe than " beggars brats . ' We conld find them amongst those dad in the robe of the legisvur . or co ^ tred with the shovel hat of tbs divine , " 5 i ; ii : c ^ tcr- % " wto plunder , not pence but pounds , from the m-itquied toiiers . Better , rea ^ eri that thou gave

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      even to ninety and nine " impostors" , than risk the passing by of but one veritable son of sorrow or daughter of misfortune . But hold ; here we are again at high pressure apeed , altogether unmindful of our promise ; but fortunately , just in the nick of time , comes the post to help us out of our dilemma ; and what though tbe lines are from the old " Church and King , " red-hot Tory John Bull , they are good notwithstanding , tot they speak te the heart , and come in good season to enforce our appeal

      to—BEHBXBEB IHE POOR ! 0 , BEMEMBEB THE POORt Tis cold , bitter cold ! and the nL ? bt-wind is blowing On the cheek of the wanderer , destined to stray Through this CUy of Palace * , houseless , unknowing Where a refuge or shelter to lad , till the day ! In the thin garb of want , bowed by sictnees and sorrow , He wistful looks up to Prosperity ' s- door ; Then dejected sinks down with no hope tor the morrow . Remember the poor ] 0 , remember the poor ! * Twaa God made us all ! and , though various in station . To that Being who reigns in yon beautiful sphere His children are all of Humanity's nation" OOKPather in heaven J" O 1 think of that prayer ! And they to His faith who are firmly addicted Will feel if on some He has lavish'd wealth ' s store , It is that the rich may relieve tbe afflicted . Remember the poor 1 O , remember the poor !

      Here comes tbe ( we beg leave to christen it ) Magazine for the Millions , otherwise called DOUGiAS Jerbold' 8 Illuminated Magazine . We are told in a publiBher ' 8 note that the good , tbe kind-hearted Editor ; he who , with his magic pen has made so many love Ihe true , the bright , the beautiful , is confined to a sick bed . Hente the absence of those glorious emanations of thought from the current month ' s number . /* confined ? let us hope we may now say was . 01 may health-restored , lighten up the heart and eye of out sweetest of all popular writers , that he may quaff tbe wassail bowl , and enjoy under the glorious old misletoe all that bappinesr and unalloyed felicity which his many thousands of admirers will fervently pray may ba his guerdon . From the pen of another writer in the Illuminated we

      find" A CHBUTMAS CANTICLE . " Would tbat we could transfer the entire to our columns ; but this is not possible , so our leaders must be content with tbe following extracts : — " So now is come our joyfnl ' st feast ; Let every man be jolly ; Each room with ivy leaves is drest . And « ery yost is holly . Though some churls at our mirth repine , Round your foreheads garlands twine ' Drown sorrow in a cup of wine , And let na all be merry . '

      " Now does old Father Christmas , with u reverend yet joyous mk-n , heralding a goodly train of wassailers and glee-men , proclaim through all tbe realms of Christ * endom a high and hearty festival , bidding mankind to rest them for a space from toil , and yield without reserve to wholesome joy and unlicentious revelry ; and at his bidding , mirth and hospitality arise , and exercise benevolent sway , reigning in nndispated sovereignly , and welcomed universally with loud and fervent acclamation . " Now do the spells of home revive in their anoient

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

      " Now dd « 8 tbe mystic misletoe depend from porch and ceiling in many a stately bouse and many a lowly cottage throughout the length and breadth or " rnerrie England "; and now does the peachy cheek of gentle maiden , caught by surprise beneath its licence-giving branches , glow with a rich rose blush , raised transiently by the hearty impress of the startling kiss . Now as the waits startle tbe drowsy ear of night with their harmonious discord , and choleric old gentlemen , aroused from their first sleep , invoke tbe plagues of Egypt to rain on all such somnifugous minstrels , and once more bury their beads within their yielding pillows , to woo old Somnns to their drooping eyelids . Now do postmen , coachmen , watchmen , beadles , pew-openers , shopmen , milkmen , scavengers , waiters , and errand-boys , grow superlatively and unaccountably civil , to the

      innocent amassment of yourself , until boxing-day arrives , and then tbe mystery is solved—the reason manifest Now tbe small green-coated boys , with swollen red hands , blue cheeks , and frosen noses , looking all shrunk and shivering , obtrnae their long and pictured scrawls of callgrapby opon your netlce , and crave , with bated breath , some numismatic token of your approbation . New is a walk upon a bretly common , with wind duo east , the s » ow-kriee dtep , and tbe thermometer below frefaing-point , a feat of -valorens daring . Now is a blacksmith's forge , on a frosty night , a comfortable and cheery thing to look upon . Now are the bntchers prodigal of their smiles and gas , lavish in fair white cloths and berried holly , and rivals in the display of huge and over-fed carcases , especially in beeves . Now do grocers alluringly set forth a rich array of spices and fruits , candies and conserved , product of

      ' India , East or West , or Middle Share , In Pontus , or the Panic Coasl , or where Alcinous reigned . " Now do old alms-men , who "have out-lived their kindred aiid generation , resort for warmth and converse to the rude Bettles ranged before kitchen-fires , and mutter between their shrivelled lips and toothless gums , old tales of by-gone days and Christmas celebration , — ' In their hot youth , when George the Third was king . ' " Now do the visages of thriftless debtors look blank and rufefnl , and" creditors ba ** rd wide calculations on the settling-day . Now is there awful carnage among

      turkeys , destruction in the game-field , a » d slaughter in the barn-yard . Now are the ' up' coaches laden with defunct and feathered bipeds from the country , and the 1 down' freighted with living and smoke-dried importations from the city . Now are those all important functionaries , the cooks , stirring betimes , and very crini . son are their rotund shining frontispieces , and very red their sound plnrap arms , very greasy their chubby fingers , very eloquent their untiring tongues , in ' amorous descant' on their joints and puddings beneath their supervision , and very onerous their labsurs deemed—to toil when all the world keet > a holiday !

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

      six huddle around your doer , chauutlng rude carols Of ' the seven good joys tbat Mary bad , ' with many a natural trill and quaver , in patient expectancy of some remunerating pittance . Now do the quiet dim interiors of grey old village churches show strangely and solemnly festooned with wreaths of glossy ever-greena ; and monkish carvings look grimly through tbe dark and sbining leaves ; and vaulted roofs give pleasant echoes to the choral anthems of children clad and taught by charity . Now does the great dining-room at ' the old house at home , ' with its dark sbining -wainscoting , its heavy drapery , its huge wood fire , the gleesome circle there assembled , the sparkling wines and beaming faces , looked as it looked of yore—• a love « llt winter home . " ;

      I'faith pretty long extracts we ' ve given after all , bnt indeed all was so good , we cid not know where to Btop . A word in passing . This it , as we before said , the Magcarine for the Millions * it not the very best of all tbe monthlies , it is at least the sweetest to onr taste . Sny it , gentle public ; and sure we are yon will unhesitatingly return the like verdict each for yourselves . But now having got fairly into the circle of a Christmas fireside , 'tis time we had a song . Well , then , well start with something from glorious Tom Moore . But bow are we to choose ? Here ' s " Ladies' Eyes ;" " FBI the Bowl" ; Fly not yet ; " but we must choose somewhere . Wa can't sing above one eosg at a timei

      so—COsTE , SEND HOUND IHE WINE . Come , send round the wine , and leave points of belief To simpleton Bages and reasoning fools ; This moment ' s a flower too fair and too brief To bewitber ' d and Btain'd by the dust ef the schools Your glass may be purple , and mine may be blue ; Bnt while they are flll'd from tbe same bright bowl , The fool who would quarrel for difference of hue Deserves not the comfort they shed o ' er the souL Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind , if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried , If he knee ] not before the same altar with me ? From the heretic girl of my bouI shall I fly , To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss ? No ! perish the hearts and the laws that would try Truth , valour , or love , by a standard lik * this . But here's our old favourite from the glorious Ayr ¦ hire ploughman—immortal Bdbkb : —

      X XJLlfft JL MAM ro& A THA . T , Is there , for honeat poverty , That hangs his head , and a' that ? Tbe coward-slave , we pass him by , And dare be poor for a * that ; For &' that , and a' that , Onr toils obscure and a' tbat , The rank is but the guinea ' s stamp , The man's the gowd for a * that . What though on hamely fare we dine , Wear hodden grey , and a * that ; Gio fools their tiiks and knaves tfteiT wiu ? i A man ' s a man , for a' tbat ; „

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      For a' that , and tf that ; ; Their tinsel show and a' that ; i , The honest man , though e ' er flaa poar , is king o' men for a' tbat . Ye see yon' blrkie , ca'd a lord , Wha struts , and stares , and a * that : Though hundreds worship at his word , He's but a coof for a that : For a" that and a" that , His riband , star , and a' that : The man o' Independent mind , % looks and laughs at a'that A prince can mak a belted knight ' A marquis , duke , and u * tbat ; But an honest man ' s aboon his might , Gaid faith ! he inaunna fa' that ! For a'that , at » d a'that ,

      Their dignities , and a » that ; The pith o' sense , and prUe o' worth , Are higher ranks than a * that Then let us pray that ooae it may . As come it will for a ' that , That sense and worth , o ' er a' the earth . May bear the gree and a' that : For a' that and a' that , It ' s coming yet , for a ? that , That man to man the warld o ' er . Shall britbers be and a' tbat O ! what a " yam , " as the sailors say , we might spin on the above song ; but , no ! » he printer is inexorable ; his fiat of " no room" is like the oath of the " immortalgods , " and "the laws of the Medes and Persians , " not to be gainsayed .

      Well , then , the well-plled fire has had another stir : a little more warm with" Is reeking-before ob ; and now for another s » ng . , ••« If yon please , ladies and Gentlemen , " saysayoung " enthusiast" ( would that we were always enthusiasts J ) " the last song was bo goed that another from another of our Northern bards I should prefer to give ; for , in my humble opinion , there are no lyrics like those of bonnie Scotland . " This is unanimously applauded : by all save one old superannuated tar , seated by the fire , who thinks there are no songs like " Poor Tom Bowling . " " Black-Eyed Susan , " and Will Watch" ; and , In truth , we have sometimes been of the same opinion . For , if the thing to be admired is beautiful , we hate to spoil it by •¦ odious comparison ? . " Bat hush ! the " enthusiast" proceeds . Mark ! 'tis the melody of Robert Nicol 1

      WELL MAK THE WARLD BETTER TET The braw fonk crush the pair fouk doon , Ap' bluld an * tears are rinnin * bet ; Atrorackte ill an' mnckle wae We a' upo * the earth has met : An' falsehood aft comes bauldly forth , An * on the throne o * truth doth sit ; Bat : true hearts a '—gae work awa 'We'll mak' the warld better yet ( Though superstition , hand in hand Wi' prejudice—that gruesome hag-Gangs linkin' still ; though misers mak ' Their heaven o' a siller bag ; Though ignorance , wi' bluidy hand . Is tryin' slavery ' s bonds to knit ; Fat knee to knee , ye bauld an' free . We'll mak' the warld better yet !

      See yonder eoof wha becks an' boos To yonder fule wha ' s ca'ed a lord ; See yonder gowd , bedJzj 5 en'd wight—Yon fopling o' the bluldless sword . Batch slave an' lord , an' soldier , too , Maun honest grow or quickly flit ; For freemen a' , baith grit an' sma ' , We'll mak' the warld better yet I Yon dreamer tells us o' a land , He frae his airy brain hath made—A land where truth and honesty Hae crushed the serpent falsehood ' s head ; But fey the names o' love an' joy , An' common sense , an' lear , an' wit , Pat back to back—an' in a crack < We'll mak' our warld better yet )

      Tbe knaves an * f ules may rage an' storm , The growling bigot may deride ! The trembling slave awa' may rin , An' in bis tyrmt ' s dungeon hide ; But free an' bauld , an' true an * gude , Unto this aith their seal hae set—11 Frae pole to pole * we ' ll free ilk soul , The warld shall bebetter yet !" We think we hear some grumbling critic , growling " Why , man , these are aU old songs , everybody knows about A man ' s a man for a' that' ' * Do they ? We

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

      We had intended to have given some lengthy extracts from tbe pen of Leigh Hunt ; but find 'tis impossible . All we o ; in make room tot is the following"A Christmas Diy , to be perfect , should be clear and cold , with holly-branches in berry , a biasing fire , a dinner , with mince-pies , &ad games and forfeits in tbe evening . You cannot have it in perfection , if you are very fine and fashionable . Neither , alas I con it be enjoyed by the very poor ; so that , in fact , a perfect Christmas is impossible to be had , till the progress of things has distributed comfort more equally . But when we do our best , we are privileged to enjoy our utmost ; and charity give * us a right to hope . The completest enjoyer of Chrfstm&s ( next to a lover who

      has to receive forfeits from his mistress ) , is the holiday Bcbool-boy , who springs up early , like a bird , darting hither and thither , out of Sheer delight , thinks of his mlnoe-pi * a half the m » rning , has too much of them when they come , ( pardon him this once ) , roasts chesnuts and cuts apples half the evening , is conscious of bis new silver in his pocket , and laughs at every piece of mirth with a loudoesa that rises above every other noise . Next day what a peg-top will he not buy ! what string 1 what puts I what gingerbread 1 And be will bave a new clasp-knife , and pay three times too much fox it Sour ' oranges also will he suefc , sqaeta'ng their cheeks into bis own with staring eyes ; and his mother will tell him they are not good for him—and let him go on .

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

      names)—A SONG AFTER A TOAST . If he to whom this toast we drink Hath brought the needy to bis door , Or raised the wretch from ruin ' s brink With the abundance of bis store ; If he hath sooth'd the mourner ' s woe , Or belp'd young merit up to fame , This night our cups Bhall oveifiow In honour of his name . If he be poor and yet hath striven To ease the load of human care , If to the famish'd he hath given 0 ne loaf that it "was hard to Bpare > If in his poverty erect , He never did a deed of shame , Fill high I we'll drink is deep respect A bumper to hia name .

      But rich or poor if—if still his plan Has been to play an honest part , If ne'er fail'd his word to man , Or broke a tmstiDg woman ' s heart ; If emulation fire his soul To snatch the meed of virtuous fame , Fill high ! we'll drain a Sowing bowl In honour of his name . 1 And now courteous reader —( courteous indeed if thou hast accompanied via so far !) - —our garland is completed . May thy pocket be fall and thy hand be bountlfal ; may thy heart know no sadness and thine eye no sorrow ; may plenty crown thy board and happy spirits give a zest to the bounties of nature ; may , ia short , this Christmas day be to theea " merry" one , and right many such mayest thou see . And to each and all we say , in the sympathy of love , " -Farewell , and joy be wi ' youa'l "

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      YORKSHIRE WINTER GAOL DELIVERY , The Commission for a Winter Gaol Delivery for ihe county of York , was opened , at the Castle of York , on Saturday last , Sby the Hod . Sir Wm ., Henry Mauls , Knifht , one of ; the Judges of the Court of Common Pleas . i CROWN COURT , YORK CASTLE . — ! Monday , Dec . 18 . Mr . Justice Maulb took his seat upon tbe Bench at twelve o ' clock , when the Magistrates of the three Ridings , ( very few of whom answered ) , the MayoTS , and the Coroners , were called over . The following gentlemen were then sworn on the

      i GRAND JDET . The Hon . J . Stuart Wortley , M . P ., Wortley Hall , Foreman . \ The Hon . Bielby Richard Lawley , Escrick Park . The Hon . Charles Stuart Wortley , Wortley HalL Sir Qeo . Strickland . Bart , M . P ., Newton . John Bell , Esi M . P ., Thirsk . Henry BoyntoiJ , Esq ., Burton Agnes . Henry Broadley , Esq ., M . P .. Boverley . Wm . Busfeild , Esq ., M . P .. Upwood , BJngley . John Walbanks Childers , Esq ., M . P ., Cantley . Edmund Beckett Denison , Esq ., M . P ., Doncaster . Joseph Edward Greaves Elmsall , Esq ., Woodlands ;

      Charles Gregory Fairfax , Jan ., Gilling Castle . Wm . Garforth , Esq . Wiganthorpe . Wm . Marshall Hatfeild , Esq ., Newton Kyme . Bicbard Hill , Esq ., Thornton . Andrew Lawson , Esq ., M . P ., Albro' Hall . Thomas Mitchelson , Esq ., Pickering . Thorn . Golborrie Parker , Esq ., Browsholme Hall . James Walker j Esq ., fiandhutton . Charles Wood , ! Esq ., M . P ., Hickleton . W . B . Wrighton , Esq ., M . P ., Cuswortb . Joshua Francis ! White !! , Esq ., Helmaley Lodge . Her Majesty ' s proclamation against vice , immorality , and profaneness havine been

      read—The Learned j Judge proceeded to deliver' his charge : — ] His LORDSsnp commenced by congratulating the Grand Jury on the full and prompt attendance on their part . His ] Lordship next alln « 3 ed to the . public benefit likely to be reaped by holding a winter Assfid . His Lordship then , at great length , called the attention of the Grand Jnry to the fact tbat numbers of prisoners , though committed for trial daring an Asaise sitting , had been kept in prison for many months , because they had been committed for trial not at the Asstea tben sitting , bnt at the Assize following . His Lordship suggested as a remedy for this , that tbe Grand Jurors having disposed of the bills brought before them at the commencement of tbe Assize , should adjourn for ten days , then meet again and dispose of the cases of any persons that might be committed for trial in the mean time .

      After tDe Grand Jury had retired , ssveral prisoners , against whom bills were found at the last As 3 ! E 3 S , but who were not then in custody , were brought up to plead . : Robert Smith , 17 , pleaded guilty to an indictment , charging him with perjury at Bridlington . —To be imprisoned sis calendar months .

      HIGHWAYiKOBBERT AT NORT 0 OWRAH . Henry Telley , ) 24 , pleaded guilty to an indictment charging him with a highway robbery at Northowram , on the 18 th of April last The prisoner was concerned with two ! others , who were tried at the last Assiees , and transported for life , in robbing John Sturzaker and Elisabeth Watson , and in tken attempt-Ing to make his escape be jumped over a bridge on to iln old road considerably lower than the one on which the robbery was j committed , by which his thigh was fractured , and he ; received snch other severe injuries as to render it necessary to remove him to the Halifax Infirmary , at which place he remained until the 8 th of August , at which time he was removed to York . i '

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

      MISDEMEANOUR AT AlLERTON-BYWATBR . William Crosihy , 43 , was charged with a misdemeanour , in having on the 7 th of July list , obtained , by a false account / some money , the property of Messrs . Joshua Bower and Co ., of the Allerrton Colliery , in the parish of Kippax .: M * . MiDDXETON conducted the prosecution ; the prisoner was undefended . The prosecutors are extensive colliery and vessel owners ; tbe prisoner , at tbe time the offonce was committed , was captain of one of their vessels called the Richard . On returning from Hull , and settling bis account with John Ferrand , clerk , to Messrs . Bower and Co ., be prestnted a bill for tbe repairs of some sail covers , which he said ha 4 been executed by Mr . Clark , of Hull , purporting to be for £ l 19 a . 10 d . The account was proved to be j false , the only money which the prisoner had paid being < £ 1 2 s . 2 d . The only witnesses called wera Mr . Ferrand and Mr . Clark , and to neither of them did the prisoner put a single question .

      Ths Jury found the prisoner Not Guilty . His Lordship being of opinion that , as the prisoner had money to pay to his owner , instead of having it to receive , the evidence , though ] showing the fraudulent intent , did not support the indictment for obtaining money . The prisoner was detained until ic should be determined whether a different bill might or might not be preferred , j HIGHWATi ROBBEBT , HEAR HALIFAX . John Ferity , 40 , and Samuel Iiamsden , 33 , were indicted for having on the 16 tb of September last , in the parish of Halifax ; felonloasly and violently assaulted John Watson , and stolen fiom his person a half sovereign , four half-crowns , ten shillings , and other articles , his property . j Mr . Wilkins and Mr . Overend appeared for the prosecution ; tb . 3 prisoners were undefended .

      The two prisoners are nephews of the prosecutor , who is employed at a pottery , and resides at Northowram . On Saturday , tbe 16 th of September last , he had been to Halifax market ; and was returning home about halfpast eight o ' clock in the evening . When he had got to a distance of about sixty yards from bis own house , in going along a narrow lane the tiro prisoners rushed oat of the hedge , seized him , and Rarasden held his bands over his mouth , while Verity r'fled his pockets , from which they obtained tbe money and also took from him his market basket containing groceries and a piece of beef . The prosecutor knew both parties well , and on

      giving information to the constable , Mr . Moore , he told who they were , and they wete apprehended , one on Snnday and the ; other on Monday ; Ramsden , at the time of tbe constable going i-ito the public-bouse in which he was sat , remarked t « him , " Have you come to take me for robbing my uncle , John Watson V Both prisoners were seen on Saturday night , but the prosecutor , from family regard , did not , until . be was urged to do so by others , the constable directions to take them . Tbe evidence against both prisoners was very conclusive . The Jury found both the prisoners Guilty . Sentence was deferred .

      STEALING IN A DWELLING-HOUSE , AX ARDSLET . John Malkin Rodgers , 27 , and Charles Glover , 44 , were indicted for that on tbe 18 th of July last , he the said John Malkin Rodgers committed a robbery in tbe dwelHug-house of Samuel Roodhouse , at Ardsley , and that he tbe said Charles Glover did aid and assist him in the name , j Mr . Overend and Mr Johnstons were counsel for the prosecution ; Mr . W 11 . K . IKS wua for the prisoner Rodgers ; Glover was undefended . The Jury without hesitation acquitted Glover , and found Rodgers Guilty . He was sentenced to be transported for ten years . The Court rose at s'x o'clock . Tuesday , December 19 . THE TRIAL OPf JOSEPH 0 OBSON , FOB MURDER , His Lordship took his Beat a ft : ? : m ' muteB after nine o'clock . i

      Joseph Bobson , i 25 , was charged with the wilful murder of John Dobson , his father , at Mount Tabor , near Halifax . i Mr . Hall , with whom were Mr . fill . ! , and Mr . Raineb , appearedjfor the prosecution . Mr . WiLKiNS , at tbe Jtquest of the prisoner , v . tio pleaded in forma ; pauperis , defended . , Tbe indictment j against the prisoner , charged him with the wilful murder of Jahn Dubsou , in the parish of Halifax , on the 4 th of July V . fct , by shooting him ] with a gun , and iufiioting a woui-. l on the left brant , 1 of which be died , j He wae al&u cbarged by the Co-, rouer's inquest with ths same crime .

      The prisoner , who ia a miUMooking young man , of light complexion , and with chesnut coloured hair and whiskers , in a ficm tone of voice , pleaded . Not Guilty . 1 Mr . Hal ! opened the case on the part of the pyoBe-Ctttioc . He said tbat the prisoner , Joseph Dobson , was placed before therd on bis deliverance of life or death , on a charge of having wilfully murdered his own father ., The circumstance of relationship , whilst it aggravated the enormity of ttie guilt , certainly diminlehed the probability of it , It was his painful duty to detail to them the pnuaual ciicumBtances under ¦ which the event had occurred , and upon which the jury had to try whether the prisoner was guilty or not of this offence . The facts , he feared , established beyond tbo pasibillty of a doubt , that the old man received his deatb-wouud at the bands © I hia son . That b 4 ng so , the law threw it

      on to- the prisoner , by evidence or inference , from the ciraumatances of the case , to snow that the inaction of the death * wound was done uador something at a nitre mitigating nature than amounted to the crime of murder . He , the j learned counsel ^ fe ared that the circumstances of this case would scarcely admit of Bueh a mitigation . These circumstances he would sow detail to them j—About " the middle 01 Jnlylgat , the father of the priBoner was living at Mount Tabor , aboai two miles from Halifax . He , the father , lived in a house whfch he tented of a man named B-rtwhistio ; and the prisoner lived at ] Brownhirsb , about half-a-milo fiom Mount Tabsr . Oh the 4 th of Jn ! y ?« st , afcout nilf-past twelve at noon , the prisonev ' n wiia want to the house of Birtwhistle , and made complaint of the conduit of tbe prisoner ' s father . B rt ~ - ' ' "»• : ; . - ' r . is . » Uvi w the houaa of tfca pi ' isum-. a v . v .--. r . z-.- \ i-v .-uX tbo yrisone * &ad the father quauei : ' £ , v , » ut . after rouuiuiag

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      Hiere abont ten njlnates tbe quarrel appearadl to be ew , and Birtwhistle went away ; Very soon after tha ^ prt soners wife again went for Birfcwhiatje ; who . followed her soon after to tbe bosse of the ptisbnet 8 father , fia when he got there he again found the old man ano the prisoner ' s wife quarrelliag . Whilst fa » was there , the prisoner eame in , and a violent quarrel too * placfr between tin and his son . The father cursed the son , and the son cawed the father : noon which Birtwlrfstte properly and severely reproved the » on . and made Bnett an address , tbat in the end the quarrel between the-pu » soner and hia father appeared to ba made ap . Birfr » whistle went away , and the next tim » the prisoner Is seen is ' at Brownhlrat , asking to borrow a pistol , andlnquirirj Wherebecould purchase powder , shot , and caps . He could

      not get a pistol , but lie was told that he could get powder , shot , and caps at a shop in Boy-lane . There , about two o ' clock in the afternoon , he got some powder , shot , and caps . He also got a gun and trisd it with powder ; he also loaded it with shot , but whether he dfa . charged the shot , or it remained in the gun , the evidence- would not clearly show . About three o ' clock the prisoner returned to the scene where this melancholy circumstance occurred , at his father ' s house , at Mount Tabor . There he took a gun with him , and _ oD going into the house he said to his father— " Are you soing to do as you said ? if you are , J will take the first chance . "' There was some uncertainty whether the prisoner used those worda more than once or not , or he shot afconce . Bat after the prisoner had made use of

      this expression , the father said twice— " Shoot me , shoot me ! " The prisoner then levelled the gun at his father : it missed fire ; and if a person who was present had then possessed proper presence of mind , he might have prevented this unfortunate catastrophe ; bat the man ran out of the house , and the prisoner put another cap on the gan and shot his father , who died almost immediately . The prisoner then ran away , and be was not apprehended till the middle of October last , when he was found at Huddersfleld . These were tbe cirnmutances of the case , which would be proved by tbe evii race to belaid before tbe Jury ; and he ( the Learned Counsel ) feared there would be nothing In them which could lead the Jury to find any other -verdict than that of Guilty . ' . _

      Tbe following evidence was then called on the part of the prosecution -. — Joseph Birtwhistle , examined by Mr . Hill—I ant a farmer living at Mount Tabor ; that is about two miles from Halifax . In April last I let a cottage to the prisoner . His father came to live there . Whilst he wj there the prisoner came almost , every day . I remembsr seeing him there on the 2 nd of July ; he came to live with his father . His wife and children came with him . Up to tbat time he had been living at Brownhtot , about a mile off On Tuesday , the 4 th Of July , bis wife came into our tfonse about twelve o ' clock at noon , and made some complaint . I returned with her in consequence to the house of tbe deceased . The deceased was there : there was some quarrelling . I got

      them pacifled , and when I left all appeared quiet Prisoner ' s wife came again to our house 'n about ten minutes . I went again to the deceased ' s house ; there was again some quarrelling , and Joseph Dobson ( the prisoner ) came in . He said " whatis there todo ? " H s wife said " thy father's threatened to take my life . " He replied " never mind , I'll take care he never hurts thee while I am alive . " - Prisoner and bis father quarrelled , and prisoner said , " I'll sboot tbee before the week if there be powder or shot to be found in Halifax . " Before that the prisener said be would keep bis lather no longer , because when he had any work he always spoiled it They were both weavers . I said " Pray thee , Joe ,

      never say sueh . a word again to either thy father or anybody else . " Joseph Dobson swots he weald shoot bis father . In about half an hour Joseph dobson went out , and the father followed . They bad then apparently become friendly . They went towards Brownhirst I did not go again to the house till Jobu Dobson TraB shot , about three o'clock . The house wra f uU of smoke . The deceased was laid across tbe heartfcstone ; he sobbed twice after I got in . I saw very little blood . Richard Thomas came in . I did not see the prisoner at all . . I went in search of him towards the wood , where they said he bad gone . Richard Thomas was on before . I saw him with a gun . We did . not overtake the prisoner . .

      Cross-examined by Mr . Wilkins—I did not see sufficient of deceased to say he was dru » k . When the wife fetched me in the old man seemed to be violent . Heabu 8 edher very much . He said he "would not bave such a good for nought in the house , as she was a macky idle woman . " I heard no threat farther than that he would not have her in the house . He swore very mush . He was as violent as ever , the second time I went in . In answer to what she said when prisoner came in , I did not hear the deceased say anything . They got into a terrible passion and threatened each other very much . I did not see the old man ' s pockets searched . I saw nothing of any razor . When prisoner spoke of powder and shot he was perfectly mad witft passion . Henry Thomas , examined by Mr . Raines—I live at Brownhirat , and am a weaver there . I have known the prisoner since laafc Christmas . him for

      This witness deposed to the prisoner asking the loan of a pistol on the day of the murder ; and also enquiring of him where he ( the prisoner ) could purchase powder , shot , And caps . He tben stated that he after-Wards saw the prisoner loading the gnri , farid said to him , "Joe , what are you going to do with the gun that yeu are teeming all that shot in ? " He said , " 0 , lad , I'm going up here a bit to learn to shoot ! " I then went on to Wheatley . I went immediately . Tba prisoner ran up towards Mount Tabor . I called after him . I said ' * Joe , where are you going to with the gun I" He said again , " 0 lad , I ' m going up here a bit to learn t » shoot " Hannah Longbottom , who ; stated that she kept a shop in Boy-lane , about a mile from Mount Tabor , deposed , that on the day of the murder the prisoner bought of faer aa ounce of powder , a pennyworth of shot and a half-pennyworth of caps . Be seemed civil and quiet at the time .

      John Lassie deposed to the prisoner taking the gna from bla ( Lassie's ; father ' s house , James Snowden , examined by Mr . Baines —I am a weaver , at jMount Tabor . I was acquainted with the deceased . Oa the 4 tb of Joly I went to his house , a little before three o ' clock . Elisabeth Balmforthj Wm . Murgatroyd , Joseph Dobson , his wife , and two childrec » were there . The' deceased was sot there at tbat time . The prisoner had the ' gun in his hand . I asked him what he was going to do with the gun . He said he was going to shoot butterflies , I aaw him pnt powder and shot in . He had not fired the gan whilst I wes there . When be bad loaded the gun , deceased came

      in . The prisoner said to the deceased " Are yon going to do aa y on said ? " Ike deoeased walked oa to tha hearth-stone , and the prisoner walked up to the back of the door . He said again " Are yon going to do as you said ? if you be I'll take the first chance . " The old nan replied , " Shoot me , shoot me . " The prisoner then pulled the trigger , and the cap missed . I ran out for assistance , and while I was away be pat on another cap , fired the gan , and . shot tbe old man dead . I saw the deceased fall as I was running past the window . I gave information to a person of the name of Richard Thomas , and did sot return to the house myself . The prisoner looked as civil as if he was shooting at a bird . I mean he looked quiet

      -Cross-examined—I have known the prisoner about half a year ; I had known the deceased about nina weeks . I have often seen them together > X never aaw them quarrel in my life . I don't know that the old man was once taken up on a charge of , murdering bis son . I never heard the old man talk about his ( the prisoner ) being a deserter . There are two magistrates named Pollard and Dearden . I never heard of the old man tjeing before them . Ha worfced at our house . Elizabeth Balmtorth , who was in the house at the time of the murder , gave similar evidence to the lest witness . She saw the old man shot-Lawrence Bradley examined by Mr . Raines—I am a surgeon at Halifax . I examined the body of the deceased on the 5 th of July . Be bad a large lacsrated wound on the breast ; It was surrounded by shot . We extracted several shots . In my Opinion death was caused by a gun-shot wound . There is no doubt of it whatever .

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

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      Mb . Barnard GREdoRT . —In answer to many correspondents who request to know how Barnard Gregory is treated in Newgate , we beg to Bay he is under the same discipline , and has no other diet than that allowed the other prisoners . —Sunday paper . It behoves us always to be on onr guard ; when alone we should watch our thoughts , when in society our tongues , and when in our families oar tempers . Indeed , upon our properly guarding the last depends much of our social happiness and

      domestio comfort , taking care to cotthteraot that continued irrhahility of mind , which is the precurBor to eballKions of passion . Bnt our mental disposition is bo intimately connected with our physical condition , that what is frequently considered Ultemr ^ r or peevishness , ia in reality but the result 0 a ^ eraneementi of the di gestive or other organs of fae body , and requires medicinal not montal remedies To puc ! ' we recommend with confidence , 41 Frampton ' s Pill of Health , " as beiu ^ certain iu itBt : effects , aud gentle in its operation , }

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      Wills and Testaments *— What boundless riches what extensive estates , and what changes \ -t >{ fortune are associated with the vrotds , " Wills : and Testaments I" Could we form aa idea of the amount of property which has descended to family heirs , through these media , we should be struck with astoaishmeat indeed . Bat , after all , what are the riehe * , estates , and possessions , as a whole , when compared with that inestimable bequest which enriched the Will and Testament of the venerale Old Parr ! By this pearl of health and life , thousands have been , are still being , and : will still be benefitted . The bequestsof ordinary wills , are confined ohieiiy to families avid friends—wbile thai of Old Pair will extend to- whole generations .

      Eatin g LuciPEa Matches . —An inquest was held on Thursday , in Stonehouse , on the body of a fine little girl , aged two years and a half ; The child had been playing wi& a box of luciter matches , and hftd bit ofi ' theheads of four or five of them . Immediateiy after ife was taken ill , and diedin a few boars . The surgeon proved death was oceasioned oy the P ° » soa which hw been taken iu eating the > matehes , WQicn was corroborated by the manufacturer admitting the deleterious nature of the composition used to oauce ignition .

      Determihbd Soiqbr at Bbistol . —Mr . William Priohard , a gentleman well known in Bristol , aa secretary to the Bristol Union Fire-office , in that city oomniitted suicide on EWdaylasti by taking , Prussia acid . An inquest was held upon the body , when evidence was given to establish the above factk It a ppeared also , that the deceased had for some daja past been subject to great depression of spirits and mental alienation . The jury returned ;| ar /» eidipi » tk That the deceased comimttau the act whilst labouring under temporary insanity . " Mr . Prichard was in his 44 th year , ana U&s WH a widovir Wftd ^ S iihU « dreu ,

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  • Citation
    • Northern Star (1837-1852), Dec. 23, 1843, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1244/page/3/