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      PART H . In commencing Part H . of our " Feast" with the following stirring poem , we must premise that we think the author is rather hard upon poor Old England . Certainly England ' s past career is open to heavy chaises . Gigantic crimes , of which other nations ami her own Ions-suffering working classes have been the victims , have yet to be atoned for . That atonement , we doubt not , will yet be made , not by the humiliation of England , as some of oar good friends in . Ireland , France , and America , are so fond of predicting ; but by the nation entering upon & course of justice both , to its own hitherto oppressed working population , and towards all other nations . Indeed , we ' are sanguine that ibis " atonement" has

      already commenced . The " Condition-of-Enghttd Question" is now engaging the anxious thoughts of the enlightened and philanthropic of all classes . The legislature is beginning to move in the same direction , party distinctions are rapidly disappearing , and nearer and nearer we are approaching the ; time when " measures not men" will ba the one consideration of the British public in the discussion of all political questions . But the people themselves offer by their progressing intelligence the best surety lor the coming "atonement ; " they will emancipate themselves , and achieve for themselves that justice hitherto denied them . As regards "foreign " countries , we perfectly agree with the author of the " Revelations of Russia , " that "lor the first time

      in the history of nations , England has , since the last great pacification of Europe , shewn the birth and steady growth of a National Morality and _ CoKscibhce . " If previous to that time neither existed , still England was in that respect no worse than her contemporaries , and it is something that she is now in advance of them . In proof of the existence and growth of this " national conscience , " we pointy to the national feeling against the wars with China and Afghanistan , the almost total absence of popular excitement or applause on the occasion of the recent "Indian victories , " and the truly national protest against the threatened war with America . Public opinion was strongly fexcited against the " opium war ; " sympathised rather more with Ackbar Khan than with the victims of Ms retributive wrath ; turned with disgust from the

      bloody scenes of Moodkeeand Sobraen ; and raised an all but unanimous shout of indignant horror at the contemplation of the bare possibility of a fratricidal war between this country and America . The doings of the government and legislature ma ; not always have reflected this public opinion , but it must be remembered that governments usually follow not lead the march of the public mind ; in the matter of the Oregon question , however , the British government has folly and faithfully represented the " national conscience , " and the brightest glory of Sir R . Peel ' s administration is the settlement of the Oregon question without having had recourse to the sword . Throughout the discussion of this question the late ministry exhibited an example of forbearance and true dignity which it will be well for mankind if other governments imitate .

      The last twelve lines of the following poem express our own hopes of the future , hopes which must be realised when such men as Ernest Jones cast their lot with the people , and generously devote their talents to the uplifting of those who having created a . great nation , will themselves ret be a . great , because a free and happy people .

      ENGLAND'S GBEATNESS . BjEbkest Joses , Author of "The Wood Spirit , " "My l ife , " « fcc . Still , still yon give your banners to the Triad , Send England ' s gallant hosts to sultry Ind , On seats of China bid your veterans roam . Banish your best!—Can you transplant their home t Poor England o'er the earth , a fiery tide , Led on by avarice and fed by pride ; Scatter your trumpet-blasts across the world , Bid your broad standards o ' er the mountains furled , Like thunderclouds from Himmalaya wave : What marks a triumph designates a grave . Ifid shattered forts and ramparts battered down , Strike in the worthless dost some worthless crown ,

      Depoie it at jour Indian senate ' 6 feet , Cry : " Victory' "—and feel it is defeat ! On foreign hordes impose a conqueror ' s yoke , And tell your -ricthns , that their chains are broke . Bind arts of Europe round the Tatar ' s throne , And , while you wreck his realm , destroy jour own , Cast forth your myriad lives upon the seas , The coin that buys from hell yonr victories . Bid them in distant Asia fight and toil , That English blood enrich a foreign soil , And where their noble hearts are mouldering low , Oh ! see how high next year the harvests grow . Or where the desert-spirit ' s sultry hand , "Wraps their cold forms in shrouds of burning sand Above the mights- rain £ Und And e * S

      " England is great }—This—this is victory ! « England is great 1—Because , to valour true , '' Her gallant sons must conquer , and they do . ' " England is great!—Because at powers command Wealthfloodsherports , though famine wringsherland "England is great!—Because her navies ride "Like floating tombs the plague infected tide !" Are nations great , hecause like hordes they roam , And foreign capitals become their home 1 Are nations great , whose power is only planned On Millions' suffering for the few ' s command ! Are nations great , because o ' er Afric ' s waves They free the slave , themselves remaining slaves * 'Mid whirlwind-blasts of avarice , Pride and Hate , Pause for one breath ! Think : Why is England great Kot—that ye give away your countless dead , And bring a tattered banner home instead ;—jSot—tliatye bid trade's feverish pnlse » start , Chase nature from vour ' country and your heart .

      Till Engl and , one vast Venice , scale the skies , JJot proud of palaces , but factories ; Till million aching forms are ground to dast . That some few money-princes sate their lust , And place their fat upon a Briton ' s heart , That wealth may play the thief in labour's mart . And , when a starring people groans for bread , Bsstow bnt furnace-ashes in its stead , "While dazzling visions open to their ken , Rich in machinery , but poor in men ! Still they may bid the soldier bend hishead To sleep were not a hand a pillow spread , And , gilding murder with a golden lie , Tell him the notion bids the patriot die ;—Tis not the nation— 'tis monopoly ; And every blow he strikes on foreign shore , Tightens at home your factory-chains the more Makes rich more rich , but renders poor more poor ! Drams England ' s blood , till not a pulse shall beat , And foreign victory proves home defeat .

      Still the ? may bid the wretched workman toil , And take his labour as the conqueror ' s spoil , "With cloven hoof-stamp blast home ' s happieit scenes , And look on fellow-men as cheap machines ! Bnt there ' s a power , that heaves against their thrall , And claims for all the heritage of all , From God derived , nor sold to tricks of state , The People ' s power , that makes the nations great ! England is great—because she numbers still The men , who dare to daim the land they till ;

      England is great—because she need not roam To seek afar , the strength she has at home ; England is great—because her People know , Tis ( hey who made , and they , who leep her so ; England is great— £ ince labour ' s waking son "Will not Jet wealth undo what toil has doae ! Full oft , alas ! 'neath Fate ' s unbending thrall To save the multitude , the few must fall : Bat 'tis a thing to nature ' s laws untrue . The mass should fall , to benefit iltefew ! Hampstead , 18 th . June , 1846 .

      Our friend , Allen Davenport , sends us the fo - Iowing : — BaoxHEB Democrat , —I have sent you the "Iron Goo , "as a contribution to the "Poet's feast , " which , if it will not do for the " feast , " will come in well for the " dessert . " I an like the Israelites ia the wilderness ; I likea God that we can see , and that will go before us to point out the way to the promised land ; and no God could direct us as well as tne Iron God ! We ought to subscribe all praise , honour , and glory to the omnipotent , j omniscient , and omnipresent" Iron God "—the all revo- j lntienary , world redeeming , and paradise creating—! printing press ! It must , aud will ultimately , subdue the ! world to itself , and make the earth worth living on . i

      THE IRON GOD . BY ALLEN DAVENPOET . Hail ! glorious offspring of the human mind , Thou great regenerator of mankind ; "With thee the march of intellect began , To thee we owe the moral power of man , Which like the current of the mighty Thames ; Swells as it rolls fed by a thousand streams ; That moral power , which tyrants now mustVeel , Cannot be bound by chains or crushed with steel !" "What greater gift to man coald genias give ? "What greater favour could mankind receive ? From thee all languages the live and dead , Receive the stamp which makes them read ; From thee the mental treasures of the sonl , Beceive their wings and fly from pole to pole ; What are flie poicers thatbc , who hold the rod ,

      Compared with thee , thou mighty Iron God ! 'Tis thou , omnipotent ! must set us free , What miracles have not been wrought by thee ? AU eyes are on , < M hopesare m tie press ; Let that tefree—ana tclu > can doubt success ? Armed with the scales of justice , and the rod , It lashes foUy , tyranny , and fraud ; K ' . pels oppression with the mi ght of Jove , And causes human systems to improve ; Stamps immortality on honest fame , And brands the villain with eternal shame ! - The genius of the press shall yet prevail , And conquer where the boldest armies fail ; For despots , though united , feel distress , And tremble when the thunder of the press , Rolls through their kingdoms in the civil storm , ProclaimingjuEticc , freedom , and reform , June , 184 C .

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      Excellent ! Will our friends remember that the writer of the above noble lines is one of the " Veteran Patriots" for whom repeated appeals have been made through the columns of this journal . Allen Davenport is seventy-one years of age , too old to gain more than the most trifling aid towards subsistence by the pursuit of his trade—¦ shoemakin " . His talentsare sufficiently vouched for by theabovelines ; his services in the cause of human progress are known to the London Democrats / and recorded in his autobiography noticed in our lastnumber . He has worked and suffered for the people , and in spite of old age , poverty , and disappointment , he still hopes and

      struggles for the advancement of that cause , whose i coming triumph he continues to sing . It is the i people ' s duty , we humbly submit , to make some ; return to a man of this stamp . And there are others . | Smart , of Leicester , who was one of our veterans ' even in the time of the first Chartist Convention [( 1839 ) and one of the best of men who sat in that j assembly . And a still older patriot . Thomas Preston , i the link which unites the Chartism of 1846 to the I Radicalism of 1816 ; and we believe we might go { further back and add the " Jacobinism of 1 < 9 G . j Here is a man who , fifty years ago , paid hisadoration to Liberty , at a time when

      " It was treason to love hor , and death to defend " and from that time to the present he has never faltered . In the unhappy times when Sidmouth , Gastlereagh , and their vile confederates ruled the land poor Prbsiox encountered many changes , and only narrowly escaped the fate of Thistlewood . Even now , when too infirm to take part in public agitation , his thoughts are ever directed towards the great object of his youth ' s devotion . Richards of the Potteries , is another of those who have "borne the burden and heat of the day , " and by whose labours the people have profited , and whose sacrifices the people should gratefully compensate . We shall watch events ; and if we see cause , we shall return to this subject in the course of a week or iwo . One thing we promise , " jh > lying , slandering , ash evil speaking , " shall render us unmindful of the claims of the Veteran Patriots , and the duty we owe to them .

      In the Sear of June 20 th , under the head of " Songs for the People , " appeared some lines on " The Chartist Exiles ";—the * following is by the same author : —

      SONG . Let princes and potentates talk of their grandeur , Of fops and of fools , and of heaven knows what ! Let sycophants base be content for to pander , To "His Lordship of this / ' and "Hi * Lordship of that . " Let factions divide , and remain disunited , For corn-lord and cotton-lord ne'er shall agree ; Let thfm quarrel—let them fight , though our aid il invited , Well stand by ourselves , and resolve to be free ! Let them boast of their wealth , and their will to support US , — They feed us , they clothe us , they get not , they give , — But away with their stuff ! we've been starved , long enough ; And I think its high time we were 1 earning to live ,

      Though peer , priest , and prelate , unite to enthral us , Th * attempt shall be empty , and futile , and vain : We , too , shall combine , and whate'er may befal us , We'll measure their doom by the length of our chain ! Too long we ' ve been plundered—well stand it no longer ! Oppression has bounds that it cannot surpass ; We'll marshal our troops , —we'll get stronger and stronger , And shatter our fetters , though welded of brass ! Let them jest , let them jibe , let them jeer , and deride us ; We ' re "base , " and we re "brutal , "—we ' re "bloodthirsty" elves ! But no more of their stuff ! we ' ve been fool'd long enough , And I think i t ' s high time for to govern ourselvts . Edinburgh , June 22 na , 1846 . J . H « SNE 8 S ,

      Other contributors will find their favours noticed in our " answers to correspondents . *' We last week quoted the beautiful poetry and poetical prose of William Howitt , we should like to have quoted in our present number specimens of the not less beautiful poetry st Mary Howitt ; but " cribb'd , cabin'd , and confined" we cannot do so at nresent . But if we cannot find room for any of Mary Howitt ' s original compositions , we will make room for something the next best . Our readers are familiar with the poetry of the noble German poet Freiligratb , several of whose most beautiful productions have appeared in this journal ; they will therefore welcome the following lines from that gifted minstrel ' s pen : The piece is translated by Mary Howitt , and of course contains something of her own inspiration as well as that of the poet she translates : —

      REQJDTESCAT . Br Ferdinand Fbeiliotutu . ( IFr ittai expressly for t / ie P < o $ Ws Journal- } TRANSLATED BI llABT HOWITT . Whoe ' er the ponderous hammer wields ; Whoe ' er compels the earth to flourish ; Or reaps the golden harvest-fields A wife and little onesto nourish : Whoever guides the laden bark ; Or , where the mazy wheels are turning , Toils at the loom , till after dark , Food far his whitehair'd children earning ; To him be honour aHd renown ! - Honour to handicraft and tillage ; To every sweat-drop falling down In crowded milk or lonesome village ! All honour to the plodding swain Who holds the plough!—Be't too awarded To him who works with head and brain ,

      And starves ! Pass him not unregarded ; Whether in chambers close and small "Mid musty tomes he fancy smothers ; Or , ef the trade the bondaged thrall , He dramas writes and songs for others ; Or , whether he , for wretched pay , Translate the trash which he despises ; Or , learning ' s serf , puts , day by day Dunce-corps through classic exercises ; He also is a prey to care , To him 'tis said , " starve thou or borrow I " Grey gro ws betimes his raven hair , And to the grave pursues Wm sorrow ! - With hard compulsion and with need , He , like the rest , must strive untiring , And his young children ' s cry for bread Maims his free spirit ' s glad aspiring ! Ah , such a one to me was known . '

      With heavenward aim his course ascended : — Yet deep in dust and darkness prone . Care , sordid care , his life attended . An exile , and with bleeding breast He groaned in his severest trial ; Want goaded him to long unrest , And scourged to bitterest self-denial . Thus , heart-sick , wrote he line on line , With hollow cheek and eje of sadness ; While hyacinth and leafy vine Were fluttering in the morning's gladness . The throstle sung and nightingale , The soaring lark hymned joy unending , Whilst thought ' s day-labourer , worn and pale , Over his weary book was bending . Yet though bis heart sent forth a cry , Still strove he for the great ideal ; "For this , " said he , "is poesy ,

      And human life this fierce ordeal !" And when his courage left him quite , One thought kept hope his heart alive in , " I have preserved my honour bright ; And for my dear ones I am 6 triring I " At length his spirit was subdued ! The power to combat and endeavour "Was gone , and his heroic mood Game only fitfully , like fever ! The muses' kiss sometimes at night Would set his pulses wildly beating ; An / I his high soul soared towards the light When night from morning was retreating ! tte long has lain the turf beneath , The wild winds through the grass are sighing ; JTo stone is there , no mourning wreath , To mark the spot where he is lying . Their fac . s swoln with weening , forth

      His wife and children went , —God save them Young paupers , heirs to nought on earth , Save the pure name their father gave them ! All honour to the plodding sw . iin That holds the plough ! Be it too awarded To him who works with head and brain , And starves ! Pass him not unregarded . ' To toil , all honour and renown ! Honour to handicraft and tillage ! To every sweat-drop falling down In crowded mills and lonely village !

      This Fourth day of July ia the anniversary of the glorious "Declaration of ' American Independence , when the founders of the Western Republic proclaimed for the first time in the history of mankind , that" All Men are Born Free and Equal . " It must be admitted that as yet this dechratien of a great principle has not been fully carried out even amongst the people who pride themselves upon having given birtU to that declaration , nevertheless the Progressive changes which have taken place since the 4 th ol July , ' 7 G . in the old world as well as ' . in the new , inspire us with the liveliest faith that that principle will yet be universally acknowledged and practically acted upon . This , then , is a fitting occasion for us to give publicity in our columnB to certain patriotic lyrics in high repute amongst our American brethren . We will , however , premise with the following beautiful lines by an English lady : —

      WASHINGTON . land of the West , though passing brief the record of thine age , * Thou haft a name that darkens all on historj ' 6 wide page . Let all the blasts ] of fame ring out—thine shall bo loudest far ; L « t others boast their satellites—thou hast the planet itar .

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      Thouhast a name whose characters of light shall ne ' er depart ; 'Ti » stamped upon the dullest brain , and warms the eoldest heart . A war-cry fit for any land where freedom ' s to be won ; Land of the West ! it stands alone—it is thy Wisuincton ! Bome had its Casar , great and brave ; but stain was on his wreath ; He liv'd the heartiest conqueror , and died the tyrant's death .

      France had its eagle ; but its wings , though lofty they might soar , Were spread m false ambition ' s flight , and dipp'd in murder ' s gore . Those hero-gods , whose mighty sway would fain have chain'd the waves ; Who flesh'd their blades with tiger zeal , to make a world of slaves ; Who , though their kindred barr'd the path , still fiercely waded on ; Oh ! -where shall be their " glory" by the tide of WA 8 H 1 NOTON !

      He fought , but not with love of strife ; he struck but to defend ; And ere he turn'd a people ' s foe , he sought to be » friend . He strove to keep bis country's right by reason ' * gentle word , And sighed when fell injustice threw the challengesword to eword ; He stood for Liberty and Truth , and dauntlessly led on , ' 'Till shouts of victory gave forth the name of Wa § h-INGTON .

      No car of triumph bore him through a city fill'd with grief ; Ho groaning captives at the wheels proclaim'd him victor chief ; He broke the gyves of slavery with strong and high disdain , And cast no seep fro from the links when he bad crushed the chain . He saved his land ; but did not lay his soldier trappings down , To change them for the regal vest , and '' don " a kingly crown . Fame was too earnest in her joy—too proud of such a son—To let a robe and title mark ft noble Washington !

      England , my heart is truly thine , my loved , my native earth ! The land that holds a mother ' s grave , and gave that mother birth . Oh keenly sad would be the fate that thrust me from thy shore . And faltering my breath that sighed , " farewell for ever more . " But did I meet such adverse lot , I would not seek to dwell Where olden heroes wrought the deeds for Homer ! son g * to tell . Away , thou gallant ship ! I'd cry , and bear me swiftly on ; But bear me from my own fair land to that of WASHINGTON .

      Some time ago we expressed a wish that some one of our American friends would favour us with two or three af the best of their national songs . This wish has been responded to by our old friend Mr . Devtr ( formerly of Newcastle-upon-Tyne ) , editor of the Anti-Renter , who , in a late number of that journal , kindly reprinted the three songs which we next give successively . The first is the

      far-famed—STAR-SPANGLED BANNER . BY 8 . P . KEY . 0 ! 6 ay , can you see by the dawn ' s eariy lifiht , What so proudly ire hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming , Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight . O ' er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming ? - And the rocketB' red glare , the bombs bursting in air , Give proof through the night that our flag was still there ; 0 ! say , does that Star-spangled Banner yet wave O ' er the land of the free and the home of the brave ?

      On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep , Where the foe ' s haughty host in dread silence reposes , What is that which the breeze , o ' er the towering steep , As it fitfully blows , half conceals , half discloses ? Kowit catches the ? leam of the morning ' s first beam , In full glory reflected now shines on the stream'Tie the Star-spangled Banner . 0 ! long may it wave O ' er the land of the free and the home of the brave . And where is the band , whoso vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle ' s confusion , A home and a country should leave us no more ? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution , ¦ No refuge could save the hireling and slave , From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph doth wave O ' er the land of the free and the home of tlie brave . " !

      0 ! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand , Between their lov'd home and the war ' s desolation , Blest with vict ' ry and peace may the Heaven-reseu'd land , Praise the Power that hath made and preserv'd ub a nation ! Then conquer we must ; when our cause it is just , And this be our motto— " In God is our trust : " And the Star-spangled Banner in triumph doth wnve O ' er the land of the free and the home of the brave .

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      THE AMERICAN STAR . Tune— . '' Stumors of Glen . " Come strike the bold anthem , the war-dogs are howling , Already they snuff up their prey ; The red cloud of war o'er our forests is scowling , Soft peace spreads her wings , and flies weeping away ; The infants affrighted , cling dope to their mothers , The youths grasp their swords , for the combat prepare ; While besiuty weeps , fathers and lovers and brothers , Who rush to display the Americas Star . Come blow the shrill bugle , the loud drum awaken , The dread rifle seize—let the cannon deep roar ; No heart with pale fear , or faint doubtings be shaken , No slave's hostile footshall e ' er tread our shore ; Shall mothers , wives , daughters , and sisters left weeping , Insulted by ruffians , be dragg'd to despair ; Oh no , from the hills the proud eagle comes swooping , And waves to the brave the American Star .

      The spirits of Washington , Warren , Montgomery , Look down from the clouds , with bright aspect serene , Come , soldiers , a tear and a toast to their memory , Rejoicing they'll see us , as they once have been ; To us the high boon by the gods has lieen granted , To spread the glad tidings of liberty far , Let millions invade us , we'll meet them undaunted , And conquer or die by the American Star . Tour hands then , dear comrades , round liberty ' s altar , United , we swear b y the souls of the brave ! Not one , from the strong resolution shall falter , To live independent or sink in the grave , Then freemen fill up—Lo!—the striped banner ' s flying , The high bird of liberty screams through the air , Beneath her oppression and tyranny dying—Success to the beaming American Star .

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      ? ¦ ODE . —FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY . To the sages who spoke—to the heroes who bled—To the day , and the deed—strike the harpstrings of glory Let the song of the ransom'd remember the dead , And the tongue of the eloquent hallow the story . O ' er the bones of the bold , Be that story long told , And on Fame ' s golden tablets their triumphs enrollM , Who on freedom's green bills freedom ' s banner unfurl'd And the beacon-are rais'd that gave light to the world . 'T was for us and our children , to conquer or die , Undaunted they stood where the war-storm burst o'er them ; Each blade drew a thunderbolt down from the sky , Till the foeman turn'd pale , and was withered before then ) . Then from liberty ' s band ,

      Went a shout thro' the land , As the rainbow of peace their fair heritage spann'd ; Where the banner of freedom in pride was unfurl'd , And the beacon-fire rose that gave light to the world . They are gone—mighty men . ' and they sleep in their fame ; Shall we ever forget them , Oh , never . no , never . — Let our sons learn from us to embalm each great name , And the anthem send down ' Independence for ever . ' Wake , wake , heart and tongue ! Keep the theme ever young—Let their deeds thro' the long line of ages be sung , When on freedom's green hills freedom ' s banner u « furl'd

      And the beacon fire rais'd that gave light to the world . The true poetic fire breathes in every line of these enthusiastic songs , which fitly represent the sentiments of a people ardent in their defence of liberty , and who have had to win that liberty by the fierce aids of strife and war . Thus viewed , we greatly admire the above songs ; still we do not think that either of them is worthy of being recognised as " the national song" of the Americans . This honour is we believe , generally conceded to " The Star Spangled Banner , " which contains , however , too much of the " glory " of war , for us to desire to regard it as the

      lyrical representative of the American people . But the American nation , besides passing through a fiery ordeal at its birth , is but young yet , and nations , like men , need experience to guide them to wisdom . Thus far the " Star Spangled Banner" has been not an unworthy national song , but as the day is fast coming when our stupid " God Save the Queen , " will be abandoned , and our " Rule Britannia " ^ reformed—and a few amendments would make it a truly noble hymn—so we are persuaded will the Americans produce a song more worthy of their advanced state , which while doing justice to American greatness and not repudiating the sword when necessary

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      for the defence of freedom , will prefer the fraternity of mankind to the egotism of a single nation , and tnetnumphs of peace over those of war . , . I " . " }!* may here appropriately introduce the following lines by a celebrated American poet .

      THE ARSENAL AT SPRIXGFIELD . . BTHENBTW . L 0 N 0 FEU 0 W . This is the Arsenal . From floor to ceiling , . Like a huge organ , rise the burnishud arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem penling Startles the villages with strange alarms . Ah ! what a sound will rise , how wild and dreary , Whenthe Death-Angle touches those swift kejs ! What loud lament and dismal Misery Will mingle with their awful symphonies ! I hear even new the infinite fierce chorus , The cries of agony , the endless groan—Which , through the ages that have gone before us , In long reverberations reach our own . On helm and harness rings the Saxon hammer , Through Cimbric forest roars the Norseman ' s song , And loud amid the universal clamour , O ' er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong , I hear the Florentine , who from his palace

      Wheels out his battle-bell with dreadful din , And Aztec priests upon their teoeallis , Beat the wild war-drums made of serpent ' s skin . The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; Tho shout , that every prayer for mercy drowns ; The soldier ' s revels in the midst of pillage , The wail of famine in beleagured towns 1 The bursting shell , the gateway rent asunder , The rattling musketry , the clashing blade ; And ever and anon , in tones of thunder , The diapson of the cannonade . Is it , oh man , with such discordant noises , With such accursed instruments as these , Thou drovrnest nature's sweet and kindly voices , And jarrost the celestial harmonies X Were half the power that fills the world with terror , Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts , Given to redeem the human mind from error , There were no need of arsenals and forts .

      The warrior ' s name would be a name abhorred ! And every nation that should lilt again Its hand against a brother , on the forehead Would wear for evermore the curse of Cain I Down the dark future , through dark generations , The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell , with solemn , sweet vibrations I hear once more the voice of Christ say Peace . ' Peace ! and no longer from its braien portals The blast of Wai ' s great organ shake the skies ; But beautiful as the songs of the immortals , The holy melodies of Love arise .

      A cheer for our American Brethren this fourth of July . A cheer for the memories of Washington , Jefferson , and their immortal brother heroes and aages , who , on this day , ' kindled a light which shall yetset the world in a blaze . " A cheer , an universal chorus of fraternal thanksgiving to the brave good men who , on the other side of the Atlantio have aided the brave good men on this side in preserving the peaceful union of the two countries so lately threatened by the mad promptings ot tho demons of pride , ignorance and war . Hurrah for the glorious victory which both nations have gained in the settlement

      ofthcOregon question , theglorious victory of love over hate , friendship over fratricide , humanity over cruelty civilisation over barbarism , progression over retrogression , in short peace over ivar . "all men are Bonn free and equal . " Yea , and they shall so live That consummation so "devoutly to be wished , " will be best accejerated by the fraternal and peaceful aid which Britons and Americans must and will afford each other . We lately had occasion to find fault with some poetry of Charles Mackay ' s , but the following piece by the same author commands and has our applause : —

      FRANCE AND ENGLAND . BY CHARLES JIACKAY . We make no boast of Waterloo ; Its name excites no pride in us ; We have no hatred of the French , No scorn of Yankee or of Russ . The glory that our fathers gained In bloody warfare years agone , And which they talk of o ' er their cups , Gives us no joy to think upon . Aud in this year of " forty-six , " We rising men in life ' s young prime , Are men who think the French have done The world good service in their time . And for their eakts , and for our own And freedom ' s sake all o ' er the earth , We'd rather let old feuds expire , And cling to something better worth , To be at strife , however just , . "

      Has no attraction to our mind ; And as ( br nations fond of war , We think them pests of humankind . Still—if there " must" be rivalry Betwixt us and the French , — . why then Letearth behold us , while we show Which of the two aro better men . We'll try the rivalry of Arts , Of Science , Learning , Freedom , Fame—We'll try who first shall light the world With Charity ' s divinest flame—Who best shall elevate the poor , And teach the wealthy to be true—Wo want no rivalry of arms , We want no boast of Waterloo . We conclude with the following magnificent piece from the pen of the same author : —

      THE THREE PREACHERS . Bt Charles Mackat . There are three preachers , ever preaching , Each with eloquence and power—One is old , with locks of white , Skinny as an anchorite ; And he preaches every hour , With a shrill fanatic voice , And a biget's fiery scorn : — "Backwards , ye presumptuous nations ! Wan to misery is

      born-Born to drudge , aud sweat , and suffer—Born to labour , and to pray . Priests and kings are God ' s vicegerents ; Man must worship and obey . Backwards , ye presumptuous nations ! Back ! be humble , and obey J " The second is a milder preacher ; Soft he talks , as if he sung . Sleek and slothful is his look ; And bis words , as from a book , Issue glibly from his tongue . With an air of self-content .

      High he lifts his fair , white hands : ~ " Stand ye still , ye restless nations ; And be happy all ye lands 1 Earth was made by one Almighty ; And to meddle is to mar . Change is rash , and ever was so—We are happy aB we are . Stand ye still , ye restless nations , And be happy as ye are 1 " ffljj £ & Mightier is the younger preacher ; Genius flashes from his eyes , And the crowds who hear his voice Give fiim , while their eouls rejoice , Throbbing bosoms for replies . Awed they Ji 6 ten , yet dated ,

      While bis stirring accents full ;—11 Forward ! ye deluded nations ; Progress is the rule of all . Man was made for healthful effort ; Tyranny has crush'd him long ; lie shall march from good to better , Nor be patient under wrong . Forward ! ye awaken'd nations , And do battle with the wrong . " Standing still is childish folly-Going backward is a crime , None should patiently endure Any ill that he can cure .

      Onward ! keep the march of Time—Onward , while a wrong remains To be conqucr'd by the right-While Oppression lifts a finger To aft ' ront us by his might ; While an error clouds the reason ; While a sorrow gnaws the heart ; While a slave awaits his freedom , Action is the wise man ' s part : Forward ; ye awaken'd nations t Action is the people ' s part . " Onward ! there are ills to conquer—Ills that on yourselves you ' ve brought , There is wisdom to discern , There is temperance to learn , And enfranchisement for thought . Hopeless poverty i > nd toil

      May be conquer'd , if you try . Vice , and wretchedness , and famine < 3 ive beneficence tlio lie , Onward 1 onward ! and subdue them ! Root them out—their day has pass'd ; Goodness is ulone immortal ; Evil was not made to last Forward ! ye awaken'd people ! And your sorrow shall not last . " And the preaching of this preacher Stirs tho pulses of tho world , Tyranny has eurb'd its pride ; Errors that were deified Into darkness have been hurl'd . Slavery and liberty , And the wrong and right have met , To decide their ancient quarrel .

      Onward , preacher ! onward yet ! There are pens toteJlyour progress ; There are eyes that pine to l ' elid ; There are hearts tbatburn to aid you There are arms in hour of need . Onward , preacherl onivard nations 1 Will must ripen into Deed .

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      The Electric Telegraph . —Monday , shortly after two o clock , a message wns received at the terminus of the Eastern Counties Railway , at Shoreditclj , ' per electric telegraph , that a lady had her pocket picked in the refreshment room at Cambridge , and the suspected party had justleft by the up train for London ; then a full description followed by the same rapid mode of communication ; and , on the arrival of the train , the alleged culprit was ' consigned to custody . A watch with the initials E . A . B ., and £ 2 18 s . in cash were found on his person .

      Stbanoe Fact . —An enormous solan-goose , measuring six feet from ti p to tip of the win-s across the back was caught upon a haddock line l » st week by Mr . George Taylor , fisherman , Nnwton-oreen . It had dived to the depth of forty feet for a fish which it caught in its gullet ; but in vising to the surface again the hook adjoining the line on which it found its prey got hold of its wing in such , i secure manner that it was easily dragged into the boat . The bird is pure white , with black tipped win » s and was sent to us alive by the captor . —Ayr Observer .

      A Novbl Nbwspapbh Cariheb , — At the present time a little black bull-headed terrior , belonging to Mr . Powell , carpet manufacturer , of the Cross , comes to Deighton ' s library every evening of publication of the Journal , without an attendant , and fetches the paper , which it duly conveys with all punctuality and despatch to its master . If the publication has not commenced it will leave the premises and return ; and on one or two occasions has unfortunately dropped the paper in the street , when it ' immediately started back to the shop , and would not leave until furnished with a second copy . — Worcester Journal .

      Shocking Murder . —We are informed by a correspondent from Saintfield , that upon St . John's-day a most distressing outrage was committed in the streets of that village . In the evening , when a lodge of Freemasons bad returned t ' vom Newtonbreda , a man in a state of great excitement from drunkenness appeared in the main street , with a sword in his hand , swearing in a frightful manner that he would take the life of some person before night . A short time afterwards a young lad happening to cross his path , upon whom he dealt most unmerciful blows with his naked sword . The infuriated man , after wounding the helpless bojin many places , afterwards thrust his weapon into the belly of his victim , who writhed in agony for nearly half an hour , when he expired . According to our correspondent the name of the murderer in Shaw M'Geeau , a publican in Saintfield . — Belfast News Letter .

      Sugar-making in France —The number of houses for making domestic sugar in France , in work since the commencement of tke season to the end of May , was 300 ; the quantity raade 32 , 351 , ft ± kiliosxammes ( about 800 , 000 cwt . ) , and the consumption 32 , ^ 70 , 305 kiliogrammes , being an augmentation on the corresponding period of 1845 of twelve refiners . 3 . , 720 kiliogrammes of produce , and 3 . 212 . 515 on the consumed . The amount of duty raised in 1845 was 8 , 090 , 141 francs , against 5 , 442 , 22 fr . in 1845 . Freak op Fortune . —Pictorial Times . —Mrs . Jane Rutherford , of Scdgch ' eld , the fortunate lady who obtained the prize of £ 1 , 000 , by purchasing a subscriber ' s ticket from the Pictorial Times , last week received the amount of that sum from the proprietors of that journal .

      Fearful Calamity by Lightning . —On Thursday , a building at Robert-town was struck with lightning , and almost completely demolished , while there were thirty-six girls at work occupied in card-making . All of them were more or less scorched by the electric fluid , and the Jives of several are considered in great danger . We cannot too vividly depict the horror of the scene which ensued , nor the consternation which was the result of so fearful calamity . Coal Pit Explosion . —On Tuesday last , an explosion of fire damp took place in the coal pits at Madgley ; a miner , named Richard Ripley , was burnt to death ; the rest of the workmen escaped without injury . —Leeds Intelligencer .

      A Flock of Sheep Killed by Lightning . —A very remarkable event has just occurred at Mendip Hill , which startled all in that rural district by its great and astounding singularity . Henry Davis , Esq ., who resides near Hunter ' s Lodge , was greatly alarmed on Saturday evening , owing to the terrific effect produced by the thunder storm among his flocks , the lightnihg having struck seventy-four two-teeth sheep dead nearly at one flash . As our correspondent wrote , the farm servants were removing the bodies in waggons and carts . With the exception of five or six , they had all , at the moment of the storm , been standing in a row under a wall when they were struck deadmany falling over one another at the same instant of

      time . Sowing Halfpence fob Cohn . —Last evening a more thanmoderately eccentric citizen of Salisbury evinced his enthusiasm at the passing of the Corn Bill by parading the streets , and scattering halfpence broad-cast amongst the mob , who of course accompanied him in large numbers . This generous bidding for popularity was enhanced by the fact , that the patriotic individual had been busily engaged during the day in collecting from his free * trade neighbours " the browns " necessary for the exhibition . — Salisbury Herald . Singular Suicide . —On Friday evening , an elderly female , named Webber , seventy-five years of age , committed suicide in a most determined manner , by cutting her throat with a razor , under a clump of trees in Bonner ' s fields , within a hundred yards of the chief entrance gate into Victoria Park .

      The Moon in Lord Rosse ' s Telescope . —With respect to the moon , every object on its surface of the height of one hundred feet was now distinctly to be seen ; and , he had no doubt , that under very favourable circumstances , it would be so with objects sixty feet in height . On its surface were craters of extinct volcanoes , rooks , and masses of stones almost innumerable . He had no doubt whatever that if such a building as he was then in were upon the surface of the moon , it would be rendered distinctly visible by these instruments . But there were no signs of habitations suth as ours—no vestiges of architectural remains to show that the moon is or ever was inhabited by a race of mortals similar to ours . It presented no appearance which could lead to the supposition that it contained anything like the green fields and lovely verdure of this beautiful world of ours . There was no water visible—not a

      sea , or a river , or even the measure of a reservoir for supplying town or factory ; all seemed desolate . Hence would arise the reflection in the mind of the Christian philosopher—Wh y had this devastation been ? It might be further inquired—Was it a lost world ? Ilad it suffered for its transgressions ? Analogy might suggest the question—Had it met with the fate which Scripture told as was reserved for our world ? It was obvious that all this was mysterious conjecture . —Dr . Scoresly . Novel Punishment . —Major-Gene ' ral Sir Charles Napier , to punish the captain of a Queen ' s regiment for allowing a native court martial , of tvhich he was president , to pass an illegal sentence , ordered him to write out , with his own hands , the articles of war .

      A Card Plwer Asleep . —A Cumberland schoolmaster , weary and worn out with the labours of the week , sat himself do « n , a few Saturday nights ago , to a quiet game at cards , and stuck to the amusement till the clock struck twelve . On the following morning he went to church—and then went to sleep . In the middle of the sermon , the congregation were startled by a loud thump in the pedagogue ' s pew , and a louder cry of— "Spades is trumps , and I'll stand ! " The parson came to a stand . His hearers tittered . The " miserable sinner" woke up ; and encountering wicked glances on every side , would gladly have vanished through the roof , or sunk through the floor . The Richmond Star says another relic of the classic age 3 was found in that city , being a dog ' s collar , supposed to belong to Julius Csesar , from the fact of having his name engraved upon ic .

      Victoria Pauk . —During the present summer the progress of the works has . attracted a great attendance of fashionable visitors . It was visited recently by Sir Robert and Lady Peel , the former of whom expressed his approbation of the manner in which the park was laid out , as well as at the numerous and orderly attendance . A Helmet , similar to that worn by tho Prussian army , is to be adopted by the British army , in place of the late chaco , which is universally disliked . One of the Handles of the coffin of Mary , Queen of Scot 9 , was sold among the late Mr . Upeott ' s col lection of curiosities for two guineas .

      The Latter Day Saints . — These people are making great efforts just now to set up the steam by out-of-door preaching , by placarding the walls with large bills about " the Midnight Cry , " and by importing fresh Americans to assist them in the dissemination of their delusions . On Friday evening last Brother Dealtry held forth on the Hoe , but the Right Worshipful sent one of the blues to warn him off , when the preacher very knowingly said , that lie had finished his discourse . On Sunday evening the Iloe was like a fair , for Dealtry was there , mounted on a small stand in the middle of the field belonging to the Ordnance , preaching away like a man bereft of his reason . ^ Near him was a ' man standing with a Dole , on which were a number of figures of naked beings , so coloured as to represent some of the strange characters described by tho prophet Daniel .

      Dealtry himself was dressed like some of the Divines as we see them portrayed in old works on theologyhe had a small black skull cap on , and a peculiar kind of Wack gown , like that of a regular clergyman in its shape , only made to sit close to the body , and as it was tied round the waist , Dealtry looked very slender and somewhat dandyish . This , together with his excited and wild gesticulation , gave him a very strange appearance . His discourse teemed with his usual urgent appeals and warnings , and at the close he made various announcements . Some laughter was occasioned by the speaker suddenly exclaiming that it had been generally rumoured that Dealtry had prophesied that there would be no more rain . This , ho said , was a lie—a downwright lie—and was only a report by those who wished to bring him into disrepute . —/ fymoutA JournaL

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      Great Stoppage . —We learn that a large nianufac * turingfirm has stopp 3 d during the week , and that its liabilities amount to 70 , 00 ( M ., even the bank account having been overdrawn by 7 , 0007 . A meeting of creditors was . summoned for yesterday , but we have nut heard the result of their proceedings ,. —tiixsttr Chronicle . ...-.-Sir II . Peel . —A further proof of the kind consideration frit by Sir Robert Peel for the " afflicted family of the late Mr . Haydon , has to be recorded . Not content with the prompt pecuniary ' assistance extended to that lamented artist in the " last h ' onrs of his life , nor with the liberal sum -transmitted to hi * tjereaved widow and orphans , the Premier has made permanent provision for a son of the deceased by appointing him to the situation of landing-waiter ia the Customs .

      Official Changes . —It is stated that Mr . ]) s ; m has resigned the Chairmanship of the Board of Customs , and that he is to be succeeded by Sir Thomas X <' reemantle , the present Deputy Chairman . Further , that the Right Hon . George R . Dawson , who has tor some time been a member of the Board of Customs , is to be appointed Deputy Chairman in tbfl place of Sir Thomas Freemantle . Extensive Robbery at Messrs . Ackervaxn ' s at the Strand . —Apprehension of the Turn ? . —Fora considerable time past serious robberies have been

      committed at Messrs . AcKermann ' s , and tho individual supposed to be implicated was taken at a . lats hour on Monday . He has been in the survive of the firm about nine years , and on Monday niyho , from ; suspicion entertained , he was locked in a back loOBd of the shop in the Strand , till a police ofSctr could be called in . lie , however , managed to jump < mtot the window , and escaped till he arrived ac his lodging * in Pcntonvilli' , on Monday night , when he was . taken into custody . Several valuable prints luivo been found at his lodgings . The prisoner was convoyed to Bow-street station-house .

      Coal-Pit Explosion . —Ok Tuesday last ait sxplo- ' aiou of fire-damp took place in the eoal-isits at Midglcy . A miner , named Richard Riplb . v , waS burnt to death ; the rest of the workmen escaped without injury . —Doncaster Gazette . Atmosphkric Fhenomenon . —Between one and two o'clock on Thursday morning last a ball , about ths size of an orange , apparently fire , was noticed at Woodbridgc , moving through the air fro ? n the west to south-east , with a long train of light after it . It greatly illuminated the atmosphere during its transit , but disappeared in a few seconds . —Bury J ' ost .

      i UNKRAL OP A HIGHLAND PlPER . —On Sundfl . V tllft funeral . " of Joseph Lassie , formerly a well known piper , took place in the following order : —Preceding the mutis , walked an aged piper dressed "in the garb of old jGaul , " and bearing a wand . Upon the coffin were placed the pipes belonging tc deceased , and immediately following was the widow , supported by the piper to the Earl of Aberdeen , and two other pipers in full Scottish costume . These were followed by tho other mourners , the rear b . ing brought up by pipers dressed in the tartans of the various ohms to which they belonged .

      Manslaughter Br ak Engine-Driver . — A rnan named George ilocker , engine-driver at the Grace Mnry Colliery , Rowley Regis , has been committed to take his trial lor manslaughter , in causing Ihz death of a collier through his negligence on Monday last . It appears that the deceased was beii'g dvawn up from the pit , and Hocker having neglected to slacken the engine , the skip struck witfl great violence against the pulley of the pit-frame , and t ! ie deceased was jerked out of the skip , fell heavily on { he ground and was killed . Pigeons in South Carolina . —A correspondent writes from Camden that aflockof pigrons passed over that city , at least a mile in length and half & mile in width ! Enough to make a pie foi all crea » tion , says an American editor .

      Turns-out on the Lancaster and Caeliu . k . Railway . —The masons on the railway neat Keitdal hava struck for an advance of wages—asking 5 s . Gd . per day ; and the wallers , both on the line aul thosa working on buildings in the town and neighbourhood , have also struck for an advance , from 4 s . tki . to 5 s . per day . No agreement has as yet been come to , so that the men remain out , and the works are at a stand-still . Tiioor-s fob the Hudson ' s Bay TERRiTOJiy . —The second battalion of the 6 th Royal Regiment , at- present only 300 rank and file , under the command of Major Croftou , embarked at Cork , on Kriduy , on board Her Majesty ' s ship Crocodile and . -Blenheim transport , for Fort York , Hudson ' s Bay .

      Death of a Centenarian . ; —Died on the 15 th inst . » at Graigenoe , parish of JUolycroas , in this county , Michael Carroll , at the venerable age of l'JO years . This man , as 1 can learn , wa 3 in good health and could speak distinctly until about halt ' an hour before his death , and was never known to be a day on the bed until yesterday ( Monday ) . Curious Circumstance—A very interesting fact in natural history has taken place at Ferryiield , a passage on the Tay . Some time ago , a . pair of " watou wag-tails" built their nest under tho bow of the ferry boat , in whiih may be seen at present four young ones , attended by the female with the greatest care , notwithstanding the bustle and noise of the passengers crossing and recrossing the ferry . If the

      male bird arrives with food for his mate when the boat is on the passage , he follows and perches on . the nest , and feeds her without the least appearance of fear . Mr . Baird , the tacksman of the ferry , has given orders that they be as little molested as pos * sible In February last an English Coachman , named Pye , in the service of Mrs . Maxwell , having in the Bois de Boulogne unbridled his horse , and tucunimal being suddenly frightened br the smacking of a carter's whip it became restive , and struck an old man named Bergounieux , with such violence that he died . Pye was tried on Saturday for his negligence , and sentenced to six days' imprisonment , and to pay 300 fr . a year to the Widow Bergounioux for her life . Mrs . Maxwell was declared by the Tribunal U > be responsible for this payment .

      A Robin ' s Nest in an Organ . —On Sundav last , during divine service in St . Michael ' s Church , " in tbia town , the organist found aomo obstruction in the organ that prevented him playing , and on searching iqr the cause after the congregation were dismissed , discovered to his no small astonishment a robin's nest , with three young ones in it . They were not dis » turbed in their singular retreat , but were loft to take their flight , which they will be able to * do in a few days Shropshire Conservative . Accident on the Great Western Railway . —An

      accident occurred to the engine of the pass en t ; or tram which left Paddington at three-quarters past four o ' clock on Monday afternoon , between West Dray ton and the Slough stution . The machinery on one sida of the engine having become disabled , and the train having been brought , to a full stop , considerable fears , were entertained by the passengers , in consequence of . the express tram boiwg shortly expected from Paddingtononthe same line of rails . A messenger waa instantly despatched up the line to notify the accident to the engine driver of the express train ; the passengers by the train with the disabled engine in the mean time , leaving the carriages , and taking refuge in the fields , The express train , however , shortly after arriyed , and the engine being of

      sufficient power , propelled the other train onwards to Slough , wore another engine was attached , which proceeded with the passengers to Bristol . Eagles . —A great number of eagles' nests have appeared on the estate of Applecross this season , and , notwithstanding the exertions of the gamekeeper to get the birds destroyed , they seem to increase . It is singular that game is increasing very rapidly in the immediate vicinity of these eyries , and it would appear that the eagle will not molest game if it cau ob « tain carrion . Applecross abounds naturally to a very great degree with vermin , and it is nevertheless as well stocked with g ; une as any estate hi the Highlands . A number of corn ( iuldsc ' ose to the villages were perfectly destroyed last harvest by herds of red deer which invaded them . —Inverness Courier .

      The New Modkl Prison , Clekkenwell . —This building , intended as a place of confinement for persons undergoing examinations at the different police offices , as well as for persons waiting tor trial , is very fast approaching completion . It consists ol' four buildings , each one containing 250 cells , and each cell furnished with water , convenience for washing , &c . ; and it is intended that from the time a person enters the priion till be leaves it , he shall holu no communication with any other prisoner . Monster Train . — The Eastern Counties Railway Company had an excursion train from Yarmouth and Norwich on Monday last . Upon the arrival of tho train at the Shoreditch Station , it consisted uf 51 carriages , all quite full , drawn by two of the most powerful engines of the company . The number of passengers ( exclunve of children under three years of ago , amounting to about 200 , who travelled free , ) was l , 871 i making a total of more than two thousand

      persons . Thk Following Extraordinary Communication was made to the Academic ltoyale des Sciences de Paris , at its ast meeting , by a Greek Physiologist , a M . Eseltja , who asserts that by the assistance of electric light , he has been enabled to see through the human body , and thus to detect the existence of deep , seated visceral disease , lie has followed llw operations of digestion and of circulation . He has seen the nerves in motion . M . Eseltja has imposed the name of " Anthropaacope" on hw extraordinary discovery (?) The Cholera . — Letters from Persia state that this dreadful disease is making frightful ravages m the interior of Asia . This scourge , which lias travelled through Cabul , has already penetrated nearly us far as Teheran . , ,, * . *« AMI 1 » U X VUWlillll f M-m

      Temperance Convemio . v . —A conferwice or tfie promoters of the temperance movement , consisting of delegates from various societies , will be held m London oh the 4 th of August . On the 7 th of August there will be a public meeting in Govent Garden Theatre , which has been engaged for the RUSpo | e . ^«^ i The Electric Tblegkapii . — The elects ' & > ) & ¦ % ^ S \ graph from Rugby to Leeds was completes ? W $ ? Wj ?? ; . (> £ C , ncsday week . From Leeds to Rugby , { £ & | taace of , -=. <;* . j 122 miles , intelligence of any iraportanfcfeyfei ; may , ¦ - ; .. ,, ¦ - '/ , ' bo communicated through the lnstrumenwljtyot tu « . ¦ :, ; . „ telegraph in the short apace of three lainjwwu ^ J' ']¦*• & ' < > ~/« . " ¦ ¦ ' £ W M $ / £

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  • Citation
    • Northern Star (1837-1852), July 4, 1846, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1373/page/3/