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      A CHRISTMAS GABLAND . K merry Christmas , " gentle reader , anrd may ihy fdieitj be all that we could and do wish , all that we would tare , irere we the master of thy destiny . Of all the days in . the year , —no Batter how beautiful may be the holidays afforded us by Ternal spring glorious summer , and luxuriant autumn ; of all the times and seasons that we can Clutch from the dull routine of "business" and labour , —alas , too few , —commend us to Christmas before each and ail . Of all popular festivals , this is the most popular and ihe most heart-improving ; the one that best calls forth our kindliest sympathies , reminding us that we have other and higher dnt 5 es than that of money-grubbing , or eTen always ihiiikmg of toil—toil in search of that which the poor man , be he ever so induf trion 3 , bnt rarely finds ,

      —the means of eTen humble living , Christmas , we say , reminds us of other things ; calls back the days when in boyhood ' s time our hearts were light j when wehadno tfeooght of ihe morrow , —or , if we had , believed that the future would hB as sunny as the present . When knowing nothing of . * The oppressor's wrong , the prond man ' s contumely , " We thought the world lovely , and therefore loved it . J Tis well to cill back those feelings . They prevent the corroding of heart , which our petiy huxteringa and party strirings in this age of money ** would otherwise be sure to produce 5 Tis well , too , to be " merry acd wise / ' well to ^ cast off ibefetters of care asd cleanse as it were ihe sonl from its cobwebs of thrift ; we are the better for such unbendillgsj such , —temporary though they be , —returns to nature 5 and from that natural state we should never n&re departed

      It is veil , too , that the hospitalities of Christmas come , to remind us of our suffering or less fortunate faJloif- creatures . ~ We may have our sorrows and Wrote , iut we are none the less able to bear our own load by lending a helping hand to lighten that of others . An Inquiry into the tzi&te cf our neighbours will show not a few of us that we ate not the most unfortunate , thereby encouraging us to bear with fortitude our own lighter troubles , and afford out sympathetic-aid to those on Whom fate his frowned more sternly . "We have said that we Iotb ChriBtmas ; and to quote " Leigh . Hunt , —would that we had hia sweet p « n to write npon this subject— " We hive alwaySloved it ,

      and ever shall ; because ( to give a child ' s iea » on , and a Tery good one , too , in this instance , ) Christmas-day ia Cbmtmas-day ^ because of tha hollies and other evergreens wcicn people'conspire to bring into cities and houses on this day , making aiind of summer in winter , and reminding us that 'The poetry of earth iBnever dead ;' because of the fine things which the poets and others lave said of It ; because there is so business going on , ana J ilammon * is suspended ; and lastly , because 2 feTf Tears * Day and Twelfth Night come after it ; that is to saj , because it is the leader of a set otholidaya , and the spirit is net beaten down into common-place the moment it is over . It closes and begins the . yeai with cheerfDlness .

      33 iere , reader , after quoting the above , how 18 it POBjdble f o ? us to go back again to our own prosy scribbling ? No , . no j if we can gather such bright flowers 22 these in the garden of literature , Vt e will even do so , sot doubting but that we shall thereby much better please the reader , than by Attempting anything farther ¦ from -our oirn pen . As in duty bound , we should have commenced with something abont the " season ; ° but unfortunately the present weather ( that greatest of all concerns of an Englishman ' s life } Is quite out of season . It would be useless to attempt to write in the strains of

      " Cease , znde Horeas , blustering raller . ' " When the f&ct is , that ihe wildest of ( rammer ' sephyn could lot less annoy than the gentle breezes that at present greet us in tc * n and country . Useless , too , Would be any attemjt to write about " wintry blasts " and " Hszlsg fires , " when the former ia as yetunfelt , and the latter would be insufferable . Still as our foggy atmosphere is notoriously inconstant , it is not at all improbable that ere this reaches the eye of the reader , 01 before the Christmas joint smokes before him , the present scene , telling rather of spring than winter , may be entirely changed . Be that as it may , poets have a license which others have not ; and though no poets ourselves , we trust we have a proper appreciation of the poetic beauties of others . Here , then , is

      A ULT FOB WINTER . B 7 JESSE HAXXOXD . The trees are all bare , and the floWrs are all gone , And nature ' s sweet minstrels are mute in the grove ; The world seems a desert all dreary and lone , . J or winter ib round me wherever I rove ; T 5 s morn , aacl She tnrValeiit night-wirds are still , TThile the snow-wreath is left to preside o'er the plain , So the passion ' s are hudi'd , yet my bosom is chill , As if hops would ne'er brighten the prospect again-The sun dimly shines through the gathering mist , And shadows Been spreading the landscape around , As if his faint beam nature ' s bare bosom tiss'd , Where do beauty is blooming , no fijjr'rets are found ; ^ Tis noon , and I gste ^ n hi * last fading rsy ,

      As it lingers swliie on Qje Enow-cever'd plain ; And in tadnefs 2 stacd at the close of tLe day , As if hope TTOnld s »' a gltwldpn «« . y ..- . n . t -J .:-But clouds gather ores the desolate scene , As if Ehrouding a desert aD barren and bare ; And winter's 'white mantle for spring ' s lovely green , Ayehils dreary nature is destin'd to wear , lis night ; yet the stars . shine ail brightly above , And the moon sheds a smile on winter ' s domain , So hope rweeQy breaki with a vision » f love , And spring win soen gladden this bosom again . And here ii another on the same subject , sot quite so good as the above , trot our readers may have seen " » 0 TBe- OLD WDfEBB IS COUX .

      Old Winter is come in earnest—alack ! How icy and cold is he I He cares not a pin for a shivering back ; Bgi a ssney oMchsp to ¦ white and bJsct ; He whistles his fihifu with a wonderful knack , For a jolly old fellow Lj he . ' A witty old fellow this Winter is ; A rcighty old fellow of gl «> e ; He crackrhis jokes on the pretty sweet miss , The wrinkled old maiden unfit to kiss , And Ireezss the dew of their lips—for this Is the way with such fellows as he <

      Old Winter ' s sfrolicksosie blade I wot ; He is wad in bis humour , and free J Hell whistle along for the " want of thought , " And set all the warmth of our f nra at nought , Aufl ruQs the laces the pretty girls bought ; Jot 3 frolictsome feDow ii he i OH Winder is blowing his gusts along , And merrily shaking thetree 1 Prom mennug to night he will sing his song ; 2 fow moaning and short—now ho-wliug and long , His voice is loud for his lungs aie strong—A merry old fellow is he !

      Old "Winter ' s-a wicked old chap 1 ween—As Tricked aa ever yon'H see ; He wi-iEM the ibwers bo fresh and green—And be tales the pert nose of the miss of sixteen , ii iLc 3 . ppsnlly -walks in maidenly sheen—A Trict = d old fellow is he-Old Winier - i ; 3 tough old fellow for blows , A 3 tough as ever youil s ^ e : Heiltrip up our tretters , and r < . -nd our clothes , And stiSga onr limbs from fingers to toes— " He naiads not the cry of his friends or his foes : A criviBg oldfellow is he .

      A cncnhsgeld fellow is Winter they say ; A casing old fellow is he ; Heptepsin the crevices day bv day , t ° f * hoyp ^ e ' re passiDg our time a wiy , iaa i ^ aTkan our aoioga from grave to gay—1 Ta ifrMa he is peeping at me . Ea ? J £ ? so far prefaced , it is time we said something « XKu dnstma * itself : but hold ; we had well nigh forgotten mu promise just made , that we would gather ^ ^ J * of otliera » lher 12 *™ attempt to raura&cture on onr own account Well , what have we cere * Whobni our old friend Punch ! Punch too JP—J ^ . ^ - * 11 ** ?*™* - He presets yon with the eoapIiEaas ol ^ season . " Here are

      the—„ . " 10 BT WAITS . ^^ T- ' *** & * Minuterial Wilts , » ho haTe ^ b = k * 7 m-with Income Tax Qaadriiles luid soothed vS « Hn ^ lImQbeIB *> y the beautiful turns and Tanabons 0 ! ow ^ j . ^^ Walte bnmW ean ^ £ ZX r ™* kiBfi oouWbutioiis . We have been fa 7 ^ l ^ ' to 1 bU y ° * i = t ° fargetfmnpw ; and , cold wH'f ' onrtrnni P efe have betn blowing hot and ^ et *^****™* t aTe 1 « a » 8 lealiD « 0 Ter J 11 Starlet , Double Boss ; " 3 a « es ttfiAHAM , Serptnt ; i ^ "S . I » i « L , Lfcadtrof . the ^ aid . " ^ oy £ S ^ nf ^ irhobaTebeeBWrfi ^' tlie 8 e th&i *"" S ^ ^« a « * &e of the Treasury bencb ,

      ¦ " WHIG Wajis . agforup ^ ^ Writs , whohivebeennowwait-» eoaB ^ &m ^^ lESte k 'cniind you that we have ^^^ S ' o ^? ^ J > ad W * &U ' "tn ^^ aireWi ^ ?* ***> ** VW * g the nine ^ " ESSSSEKr * "" ' * ' " J . RtJSSILi , Pirstyiddle ; Thfifru « s- " Pa meesio ^ Tmm pet . - ^ iollo ^ g " c 5 rQ » needJllo re 66 mmeildaUon-* We the ' THE Dr 5 T W ** cAi 3 > . ^ * v * to ^ X ^^ , ' « ^ " ^ nay rtqnhas uraaj fOr yX p I ? - ^ y 0 M Dn 5 > t » c 01116 TOttnd ttat •»* . srfi 'vT l ^ nbufiona . Phase to remember tave siwajss ^ vS v "' ^ saTttive dustmen , who * - »« tea yam Asha ,

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      ** Be sure tawk for a medal , representing on one side the * Vietory of the Tories over the Whigs in 2841 , ' and on the reverse A Pair of Scales^—one Fixed and the other Sliding . ' " If any one should basely apply on Our behalf , saying that he la onr principal ; please to take notice that we are All alike , and have no Principles . ( Signed ) » ' QouiBvns . " RlPON . " GXADSXOXE . " Poor lord Brongham ! The " ScaveugefB card . " is rather "too bad" sv * n tor Punch , we are not sufficiently ill-humoured just now to quote it Our friends the Teetotalers will , we are sure , be proud to recogniaa and Teward the honourable labours of the undersigned functionary : —

      "THE TUENCOCK'S APPEAL FOB . A CHBISTMAS-BOX . "Esteemed Teetotalers ,- ^ When your waterju ^ s are sparkling at tkis festive season with the pure and limpid element , please to remember me , your indefatigable and unflinching Turncock . By yeur kind Christmas-box I shall be enabled to drink your health in a bowl of foaming New River . Please to recollect that it is the Turncock who contributes to the pleasures of thB Tea and Breakfast Table , by converting your pint of milk into a quart , and transforming useless chalk into a comparatively wholesome beverage . Don't forget to ask for the Temperance medal " Your constant dilutei "And swamper in ordinary , •' Theobald Mathew . "

      The poet Bays , " 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 b . eartier , if we liBten to the wail of sorrow , and , listening , endeavour to dry up the complainer ' s teare . Here is

      THE SOXS Or THE SHIST . With fingers weary and worn , With eyelids heavy and red , A woman B&t , in unwomanly rags , PJying her needle and thread—Stitch J stitch ! stitch ! In poverty , hunger , and < lirt , And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the " Song of the Shirt !" Work ! work ! work I While the cock is crowing aloof 1 And work—work—work , Till the Btars Bhine through the roof . ' It ' s O . ' to be a slave Along -with the barbarous Turk , Where "woman has never a soul to save , If this is Christian work !

      Work—work—work Till the brain begins te swim ; Work—work—work Till the eyes are heavy and dim ! Seam , and gusset , and band , Baud , and gusset , and seam , Till over the bnttonu I fall asleep , And 8 ew them on in a dream 1 OJ men . with sisters dear ! O ! men 1 with mothers and wives ! It iB not linen you ' re wearing out , But human creatures * lives J Stitch—stitch—stitch , In poverty , hunger , and dirt , Sewing at once with a double tbreafl , A shroud as well as a shirt .

      But why do I talk of Death ! That phantom of grisly bone , I hardly fear his terrible shape , It seems so like my own . It seems so like my own , Because of the fasts I keep . O ! < 3 t > d ! that bread ibouifl t » so dear , And flesh and blood so cheap ! Work—work—work ! My labour never flags ; And where are its wages ? A bed of straw A cruBt 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 ! From-weary chime to chime , Work—work—werk—As prisoners work for crime J Band , and gusset , and seam , Seam , and gusset , and band , Till the heart is sick , and the brain benumb'd , As well as the weary band . Work—work—work , In the dull December light , And work—T » ork—wtrk , 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 .

      O ! but to breathe the breath Of the eowslip and primrose sweet—Witb the sky above my bead , And the grass beneath my feet , For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel , Before I knew the woes of want , Bliniit WBlKtEat £ O « la a meal ' . O ! but for one short hour ! A respite , however brief . < No blessed leisure for Love or Hope , But only time for Grief ! A little weeping would ease my heart Bnt in their briny bed My tears must stop , for every drop Hinder * needle and thread !

      With fingers ireary and -worn , With eyelidj heavy and red , A woman sate In unwomanly rags , * Plying her needle and thread—Stitch . ' stitch ; stitch ! In poverty , hunger , and dirt , And still with » voice of dolorous pilch , Would th 3 t its tone could reach the rich ! She rang thiB " Song of the Shirt !" Header , don't you remember the carol that delighted your boyhood ? Beginning with" 0 od bless you , merry gentlemen , let nothing you dismay ;'' and every verse ending with" It brings tidings of comfort and joy . ' Alas , where ia the " comfort and joy" for the poor shirt stitcher ?

      And reader , does not thine ears tingle—{ ours—do ) as the gnestion strikes tbrongh thoe ; "Whohas attempted to save the lorn widow from the deep damnatidn ( 'tla % hard word but a true ODe ) " of work , work , work V Hast thon ? " But you will say , perhaps , what have you to do with it . Ton are yourself a very pariah in society , treated worse than the beasts by those who monopolise power and social wealth—even the wealth that you have created ; and that you cm neither relieve the distressed , box protect the wronged . True , brother ; doubtless , too true ; and yet we think all ( ourselves included ) might do more , if each would only try . V » 3 poptdi , to * Dei , ib a truth : but , alas , how rarely can the voice of the millions he raised in unison to

      thunder in the ears of the rich an * ^ owerfol the decrees of eternal jnstieel But now this Christmas time , let each of our readers see what he can do to lessen the " mountain of misery , " even if it be by only one atom . No matter though thou art as poor as » Leicestershire stockinger or a Cumberland weaver : still try . Then hast human sympathies ; then call them forth , A crust given to the beggar's child ; a piece ol thy Christmas cake or puiding to the factory boy , who , poor little fellow , th « ugh he works to keep bis parents , yet cannot be rewarded with the old English fare "—the fare which all had before of little

      Moloch insisted on the sacrifice humanity ' s ones to giuttbeavarieeofthe " Kings of Gold "; a basin of " something warm" to cheer the heart of the old dame , whose only stay is the miserably doled " ont-door relief ; " happy if she can get that , and so escape the dreaded » Union "; and lastly , " Old Ironsides , " the pensioner , who fought under Abercrombie , or it znay be fired bi » retreating shot at Corunna , or gained fci » » oor paltry medal on the field of that " crowning « arnaee Waterloo ; no matter , heartCy as we delest war , and hate all " great heroes , " " victorB of a hundred flfibts" and what not , much as we abhor all these , "we must confess that nevertheless we have a warm heart towards the old pensioner , whether he

      «< ShonMeM hi * crutch and shows how flelds were won . ** Or sailed 4 , . under Duncan , Howe , and Jervto , And along with gallant Uelson , sung out , Yo heave O : " He knew nothing of politics , He fought for " King ff ^ sssr ^ iSssss-rK pMSSi . 'SrWsss ^ SSS -h ^ ta ^ therefore welcome him . let him fill M » M « d S ^ TSco 2 fc- Heis « eatednoTr , andw . llhe Sffi re ^ rd jSXft fodoo . old tale , of " Moring accidents fcy flood and f eld "

      ssg ^ sias * gg | 5 s ? 5-Sfig ^ rt ^ £ haV Sonld tbe homeless flo T And hdiered to , w ^] l iJJT saw of us bave been * ttat *»™ Jf ^ l * J £ j 2 fata of strangers SK 2 JZ £ 5-S ££ * # - £ 23 fiu = * SsrSi 2 i i arjSfi Jegislator , or epjreMd wtt ^ JgJJNKt poBBdS , ftom ssssi-as ^ ss ; 2 * u »« p .. i »

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      even to ninety and nine " impostors " , than risk the passing by of bnt one veritable son of sorrow o ) r ' daughter of misfortune . But bold : here we are again at ' high pressure speed , altogether unmindful of our promise ; but fortunately , just in the nick of time , comes the poet to help us out o ( oat dilemma ; and what though the lines are . from the old " Church and King , " red-hot Tory John Ball , they are good notwithstanding , for they speak te the heart , and come i n good season to enforce our appeal

      to—REMEMBER THE POOH ! 0 , HEMEMBER THE P 00 B 1 "Tis cold , bitter cold ! and the night-wind is blowing On the cheek of the wanderer , destined to stray Through this City 0 / Palaces , houseless , unknowing Where a refuge or >» hetter to Ind , ti \ l tbe day 1 In tbe thin garb of want , bowed by sickness and sorrow , He wistful looks up to Prosperity ' s door ; Then dejected sinks down with no hope for the morrow Remember the poor ! O , remember the poor ! ¦ r 'Twfts God made us all ! and , though various in station , To that Being whe reign * in you beautiful sphere His children are all of Humanity ' s nation" Our Father in heaven l" O ! think of that prayer ! And they to His faith who are firmly addicted Will feel if on Borne He has lsvisb'd wealth ' s Btore , It is that tbe rich may relieve the afflicted . Remember the poor ! 0 , remember the peor !

      Here comes ihe ( we beg leave to christen it ) Magazine for ihe Millions , otherwise called Douglas JebroldS Illuminated llagazim . We are told in a publisher ' s note that the good , the kind-hearted Editor ; he wbo , with his magic pen hag made so many love ihe true , the blight , the beautiful , is confined to a sick bed . Henee the absence of those glorious emanations of thought from the current month's number . Ii confined ? let us hope we may now say was . 0 I toay health-restored , lighten up the heart and eye of our sweeteBtof all popular writera , that he' may quaff the wassail bowl , and enjoy under the glorious old mlsletoe all that happiness and unalloyed felicity which Mb many thousands of admirers will fervently pray may be bis guerdon . Prom the pen of another writer in the Illuminated we

      find"A CHRISTMAS CANTICLE . " Would that we could transfsr tke entirejto our columns ; but this is not possible , so our readers muBt be content with tbe following extracts : — " So now is come our joyful ' st feast ; Let every man be jolly s Each room with ivy leaves is dr , est , And avery f ost ia holly . Though sojae churls at our mirth repine , Bound your foreheads garlands twine '• Drown sorrow in a cup ol wine . And let us all be merry . "

      " Now does old Father Christmas , with a reverend yet joyouamien , heralding a goodly train of wassailers and glee-men , proclaim through all the 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 nnlicentious revelry ; and at hiB bidding , mirth and hospitality arise , and exercise benevolent sway , reigning in undisputed sovereignty , and welcomed universally with loud and fervent acclamation . , " Now do the spells of home revive in their ancient

      weight , within many a household band , > Jong sundered from the hearths round which they clustered in their early chiidfeood ; and the young wife , who had wellnigh forgotten the innocent gambols of hex girlhood , feels her heart quicken at the music-sounds of her boyden sister ' s voice ; and the brother , who in tbe struggles and the turmoil of a selfish world , bad soiled tbe free fair spirit of hia youth , regains some portion of the frankness and sincerity that were hiB pride of old , among familiar faces and the well remembered haunts of happy boyhood .

      " Now dots the mystio misletoe depend from porch and ceiling in many a stately house an 3 many a lowly cottage thronghout the length and breadth of " merrie England "; and now does tbe peachy cheek of gentle maiden , caught by surprise beneath its licence-giving branehes , glow with a rich rose blush , raised transiently by the hearty impress of the startling kiss . Now as tbe waits startle the drowsy ear of night witb their harmonious discord , and choleric old gentlemen , aroused from their first Bleep , invoke the plagues of Egypt to rain on all such somnifogous minstrels , and once more bury their beads within their yielding pillows , to woo old Somnus to their drooping eyelids . Now do postmen , coachmen , watchmen , beadles , pew-openers , shop * men , milkmen , scavengers , waiters , and errand-boys , grow superlatively and unaccountably civil , to the

      innocent amazement of yourself , until boxing-day arrives , and tbea the mystery is solved—the reason manifest Now the small green-coated boys , with swollen red h&TidB , blue cheeks , and frozan noses , looking all shrank and shivering , obtrude their long and pictured scrawls of caligraphy upon your netice , and crave , with bated breath , some numismatic token of your approbation . Now is a walk upon a bretsy common , with wind due east , tbe snow-knee deep , and the thermometer below fretzing-point , a feat of valoreus daring . Now is a blacksmith's forge , on a frosty night , a comfortable and cheery thing to look upou . Now are tbe butchers prodigal of their smiles and gas , lavish in fair white cloths and berried holly , and rivals in the display of huge aad over-fed carcases , especially ia beeves . If ow do grocers alluringly set forth a rich array of spices and fruits , candies and conserves , product of

      ' India , East or West , or Middle Sbere , In Pontus , or the Punic Coast , or where Alcinous reigned . ' Now do old alms-men , who have out-lived their kindred and generation , resort for warmth asd converse to the rude settles ranged before kitcben-fixeB , and mutter between their shrivelled lips and toothless gums , old tales of by-gone daya and Christmas celebration , — ' In their hot youth , " » hen Oeorge the Third was ting . ' " Now do the visages of thriftless debtors look blank and rueful , and creditors banrd wide calculations on the settling-day . Now is there awful carnage among

      turkeys , destruction in the game-field , and slaughter in the barn-yard . ; Now are the up * coaches laden with defunct and feathered bipeds from the country , and the ' down' freighted with living and smoke-dried importations from the city . Now are those all important functionaries , the cooks , stirring betimes , and very crimson are their rotund shining frontispieces , and very red their sound plump arms , very greasy their chubby 0 dgera , very eloquent their untiring tongues , in ' amorous descant' on their joints and puddings beneath their supervision , and very onerous their labeurs deemed—to toil -when all tbe world keeps holiday 1

      "Now do the bright and laughing faces of happy youth peer at you from within and without tbe laden stageB , swarming post-ehaises , and vehicles ot every description , and their loud laughter rings in loud and joyful peals above tbe clattering hoofs and rumbling Wheels that speed them on tht > ir journey ,- and every milestone that is left behind serves to make those faces brighter—that laughter louder than before : and now do the radiant countenances of deligbted childhood , beaming with boisterous mirth at every magic change of Harhquin , mischance of Pantaloon , gesture and grimace of Clown , 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 , cbaunting rude carols of ' the seven good joys that Mary had , ' with many a natural trill and quaver , in patient expectancy of some remunerating pittance . Now do tbe quiet dim interiors of grey old village churches show slraDgely and solemnly festooned with wreaths of glossy ever-greens ; and monkish carvings look grimly through the dark and shining 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 dnk shining 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-lit winter home . '"

      I'faith pretty long extracts we've given after all , but indeed all -was so good , we did not know where to stop . A word ia passing . Thia is , aa we before said , the Magazine Jor ihe Millions ; if not the very beat of all tbe monthlies , it is at least the sweetest to our taste . Buy it , gentle public ; and sure we are you will unhesitatingly retnm the like verdict each for yourselves . But no-w having got fairly into tbe circle of a Christmas fireside , 'tis time we had a song . Well , then , we'll start with something from glorious Tom Moore . Bat how are we to choose ? Here ' s " Ladies' Eyes ;" " Fill the Bowl" ; " FJy not yet ; " but we must choose somewhere . We can't sing above one song at a time :

      so—COMEi SEND ROUND IHE WINE . Come , send round the wine , and leave points of belief To simpleton cages and reasoning foolB ; TbiB moment ' s a flower too fair and too brief To be-wither'd and stain'd by the dust ef the schools . Your glass may be purple , and mine may be blue ; But while they are fill'd from the same bright bewl > The fool who would quarrel tot difference ot hue Deserves not the comfort they Bhed o ' er the souL Shall I aak the brave Boldier who fights by my side , In the cause of mankind , if our creeds Bgree 7 BbaU I give up the friend I have valu « 4 and tried , If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? From tbe heretic girl of my soul 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 like this . But here ' s our old favonrite from the glwioos Ayr-¦ hire pleughmau—immortal BoRNi : —

      A HAK'fl X MAW » 0 R A' THAT . Is there , for honest poverty , That hangs his head , and a' that ? Tbe coward-slave , we pass him by , And dare be poor for a' that ; For a that , and a'that , Our toils obscure and a * that , The rank is but the guinea ' s stamp , Tbe man ' s the gowd for a' that . What though on namely fare we dine , Wear hodden grey , and a' that ; Gie fools their silks and knaves their Wil ^ A man's a man , for a' that ; ^

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      For a' that , and a" that ; Their tinsel show and a' that ; The honest man , though e ' er sae poor , Is king o' men for a' that . Te see yon' birfcie ; 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 : Foia'lhatanda'thafc , His riband , star , and a' that : The man o' independent mind , He looks and laughs at a * that A prince can mat a belted knight ' A marquis , duke , and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon bis might , Guid faith 1 he mannna fa that ! For a - that , and a' that .

      Then dignities , and a'that ; The pith o sense , and pride o' worth , Are higher ranks , than a' that . Then let us pray that come 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 brithers be and a' that . 01 what a « yarn , " as the sailors say , we might spin on the above song ; but , no ! ihe printer Is inexorable ; hia flat of " no room" is like the oath of the " fmmortalgods , " and " the laws of the Medes and Persians , " not to be gainsayed .

      Well , then , tha well-piled fire has had another stir : a little mere •« warm with" is reeWng before us ; and now tot another seng . If you please . Ladies and Gentlemen , " says a young enthusiast" ( would that we were always enthusiasts U " the last song was ao goed that another from ' another of our Northern bardB I should prefer to give ; for , in my humble opinion , there are no lyrics like those of bopnie Scotland . " This is unanimously applauded by all save one old superannuated tar , seated by the Sre , 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 comparisons . " But bush ! the " enthusiast" proceeds . Hark ! 'tis the melody of Robert Nicojl !

      WE'LL MaK . THE WARLP BEXXEK VEX Tbe braw fouk enwh the puir fouk doon , An' bluid an' tears are rinnin * het ; An' muckle ill an' rauckle wae We a * upo' the earth hae met : An' falsehood aft comes bauidly forth , An * on the throne o' truth doth sit ; But true hearts a '—gae work awa 'We'll mak' the warld better yet ! Though superstition , hand in hand Wi * prejudice- —that gruesome bag—Gangs linfein' still ; though misers mak ' Their heaven o' a siller bag ; Though ignorance , wi' bluidy hand , Is tryin' slavery ' s bonds to knit ; Put knee to knee , ye bauld an' free , We'll mak' the warld better yet (

      See yonder coof wha beets an' boos To yonder fule wha ' a ca ' ed a lord ; See yonder gowd-badizzan'd wight—Tan fopling o' the blutdlees sword . Baith slave an' lord , an' soldier , too , Maun honest grow or quickly flit i For freemen a * , baith grit an' araa ' , We'll mak' the warld better yet ! Ton 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 by the names o * love an'joy , An' common sense , an' lear , an' wit , Put back to back—an'in a crack We'Jl mak' our warld better yet !

      The knaves an' fules may rage an' storm , The growling bigot may deride ! The trembling slave awa' may rin , 1 An * in bis tyr . mt ' s dungeon hide ; But free an' bauld , an' true an' gude , Unto this aith their seal hae set" Frae pole to pole , we'll free ilk so"l , The warld shall be better yet 1 " , We think we hear some grumbling critic , growling " Why , man , these are all old songs , everybody knows about / A inan ' B a man for a' that'" Do they » Wo

      wish they did . 0 that tbe righteous principles contained in the above lyrics were really known to everybody ; ; what a different world would this be to what it is I But we question if even tha poetry of Bubns , Moo , re 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 our 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 songa Being old , the older the better . Like wines , being originally pure , they increase in flavour as they increase in age .

      We had intended to have given some lengthy extracts from the pen of Leigh Hunt ; but find 'tis impossible . All we can . make room for is the following" A Christmas Day , to be perfect , should be cleat and cold , with holly-branches iu berry , a blazing fire , a dinner , with mince-pies , and games and forfeits in the evening . You cannot have it in perfection , if you are very fine and fashionable . Neither , alas 1 can il bo enjoyed by the very poor ; so that , in fact , a perfect Christinas is impossible to be had , till the progress of things bus distributed comfort more equally . But when we do our best , we are privileged to enjoy our utmost ; and chaiity gwea us a right to hope . The conipletest enjoyer of Christmas ( next to a lover who

      has te receive forfeits from his mistress ) , is the holiday scbqol-boy , who springs up early , like a bird , darting hither ' and thither , out of sheer delight , thinks of his tnince-pios half the miming , has too much of them when they come , ( pardon him thia once ) , roasts cbesnuts and cuts apples baif the evening , is conscious of bis new silver in his pocket , and laughs at every piece of mirth With a loudneaa that riBes above every other noise . Next day what a peg-top will he not buy ! what string ! what nuts ! what gingerbread ] And he will have a new clasp-knife , aud pay three times too much for it . Sour oranges also will be suck , squeezing their cheeks into his own witb staling eyes ; and bis 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 off tbe 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 bb many columns with our own small talk as we have done with the " winged words" of the giants of mind whose effusions we have afforded our readers a glance at ; in Bbort , now ( hat we feel ready to write our " Christmas Canticle , " our gallop is suddenly brought to a dead halt , by an intimation from the printer that ( to make use of an elegant importation from the Canadas ) we ' re " crowded out " . Well food reader , one warble more and we have finished for ( his Christmas . . Here ' s from the pen of CHARLES MackaV twe like to give author ' s

      names)—A SONG AFTER A TOAST . If he to whom this toast we drink Hath brought tke needy to his door , Or raised the wretch ftom ruin's brink With the abundance of his store ; If be bath sooth'd tbe rnouraer ' a woe , Or help'd young merit up to fame , This night our cups shall overflow In honour of his name . If be be poo- and yet hath striven To ease the load of human , care , If to the famish'd he bath given One loaf that it was bard to spare ; If in his poverty erect , Be never did a deed of shame , Fill high ! we'll drink in deep respect A bumper to his name .

      But rich or poor if—if Btill his plan . Has been to play an honest part , If ne ' er fail'd bis word to man , Or broke a trusting 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 . And now courteous reader—( courteous indeed if thou bast accompanied us so far !)—our garland is completed . May thy pocket be full and thy hand be bountiful ; may thy heart know no sadness and thine eye no sonow ; may plenty crown thy board and happy spirits give a zest to tbe bounties of nature ; may , in abort , this Christmas day be to thee a " 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 * you aT '

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      Mb . Babnabd Gbbcobt . —In answer to many correspondents who request to know how Barnard Gregory iB treated in Newgate , we beg to say he ia under the Bame discipline , aad has no other diet than that allowed the other prisoners . —Sunday paper . It behoves as always to be on onr guard ; when alone we should watch our thought )? , when in society oar tongues , and when in onr families our tempera . Indeed , upon our properly guarding the last depends much of our Bocial happiness and

      domestic comfort , taking care to counteract that continued irritability of mind ,, v ? hioh is the precursor to ebullitions of passion * But our mental disposition is bo intimately connected with our physical condition , that what ia frequently considered illtemper or peevishness , is in reality but the result ol a derangement of the digestive or other organs of the body , and requires medicinal not mental remedies . To such we recommend with confidence , w Frampton ' s Pill of Health , " as being certain in its effects , and gentle in its operation . }

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      YORKSHIRE WINTER GAOL DELIVERY . The Commission for a Winter Gaol Delivery for the county of York , ! was opened at the Castle of York , on Saturday last , fey the Hon . Sir Wm . Henry . Maulo , Knight , one of the Judges of the Court of Common Pleas . \ CROWNJ COURT , YORK CASTLE . — j Monday , Dec . 18 . Mr . Justice m ! aulb took his seat upon the Bench at twelve o ' clodk , when the Magistrates of the three Ridings , ( very few of whom answered ) , the Mayors , and the Coroners , were called over . The following gentlemen -were then sworn on the

      ! GRAND JURT . The Hon . J . Stuart Wortley , M . P ., Wortley Hall Foreman . j The Hon . Bielby Richard tawley , Escrick Park . The Hon . Charles Stuart Wortley , Wortley HalL Sir Geo . Strickland . Bart , M . P ., Newton . John Bell , Eiql M . P , Thirst . Henry Bdyntori , Esq ., Burton A fjnea . * Henry Broadley , Esq ., M . P ., Beverley . Wm . Busfttild , iEaq ., M . P ,. Upwood , Bingley . . John Walbanks Childers , Eaq ., M . P ., Cantley . Edmund Beckett Denisou , Esq ., M . P ., Doncaster , Joseph EdwardjGreaves Elmsall , E « q ., Woodlands .

      Charles Gregory Fairfax , jun ., Gilling Caatle . Wm . Garforth , Esq . Wiganthorpe . Wm . Marshall Hatfeild , Esq ., Newton Kyme . Richard Hill , EJsq ., Thornton . Andrew LawsonL Egg .. M . P ., Albro' HalL Thomas Mltchelson , Esq ., Pickering . Thorn . Golborne Parker , Esq ., Biowsbolme Hall . James Walker , Esq ., Sandhuttnn . Charles Wood , Esq ., M . P ., Hickleton . W . B . Wrighton , Esq ., M . P ., Casworth . Joshua Francis Waitell , Esq ., Helmsley Lodge . Her Majesty ' s proclamation against vice , immorality , and profaueness havine ; been

      read—The Learned Judge proceeded to deliver his charge : — j His LORD SUP ! commenced by congratulating tbe Grand Jury on tt ( e full and prompt attendance-on tbeir part . His Lordship next alluded to tbe pubjic benefit likely toi be reaped by holding a winter Assize . His Lordship then , at great length , called the attention of jthe Grand Jury to the fact that numbers of prison era , though committed for trial during an Assize sitting , had been kept in priBan for many montha , because they had been committed for

      trial not at the Asbizs then Bitting , but at the Assizs following . His Lordship suggested as' a remedy for this , that the Grand Jurors having disposed of the bills brought before them at the commencement of the Assiza , should adjourn for ten days , then meet again and dispose ot the cases of any persona that might be committed for trial in the mean time . After the GrandjJury had retired , several prisoners , against whom billsjwere found at the last Abs 3 & 3 s , but vrho were not then in custody , were brought up to plead . 1

      Robert Smith . 1 ? , pleaded guilty to an indictment , charging him with ] perjury at Bridlington . —To be imprisoned six calendar months . HIGHWAY ROBBER * AT N 0 RTH 0 WRAM . Henry Telky , 24 , pleaded guilty to an indictment charging him witbja highway robbery at Northowram , on the istb of April last . The prisoner was . concerned with two others , who were tried , at the last Assizes , and transported for life , in robbing John Sturzaker and Elisabeth Watson , and in tken attempting to make his escape he jumped over a bridge on to an old road considerably lower than tha one on which the robbery was committed , by which hia thigh waa fractured , and be received such other severe injuries as to render it necessary to remove him to the Halifax Infirmary , at which place he remained until th * e 8 th of August , at which time he was removed to York . 1 "

      The Learned Judge , in passing sentence , observed that on account of j his sufferings he should not inflict tbe aarae punishment on him as 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 he be transported for fifteen years . '

      MISDEMEANOUR AX ALLERTON-BTWATER . William Crosiby ; 43 , was charged with a misdemeanour , in having on tbe 7 th at July teat , obtained , by a false account , some money , the property of Messrs Joshua Bower and Co ., of the Allerrton Colliery , in the parish of Kippax . ¦) Mr . Middleton conducted the prosecution ; the prisoner was undefended . The prosecutors are extensive colliery and vessel owners ; the prisoner , at the time the offence was . committed , was captain ] of one of their vessels called the Richard . On returning from Hull , and settling his account with John Ferraud , dork , to Messrs . Bower and Co ., he presented a bill for tbe repairs of some sail covers , which be said bail been executed by Mr . CJarfc , of Hull , purporting to be for £ l 19 s . lOd . The account was proved to be false , the only money which the prisoner had paid being £ l 2 s . 2 < J . Tbe only witnesses called wera Mr . Ferrand and Mr . Clark , and to neither of them did the prisoner put a single question .

      Xh « jury found the prisoner Not Guilty . His Lordship being of opinion that , aa the prisoner bad money to pay to his owner , instead of having it to receive , the evidence , though showing the fraudulent intent , did not support tbe indictment for obtaining money . Tbe prisoner was detained until ic should be determined whether a different ; bill might or might not be preferred . \

      HIGHWAY ROBBERT , NEAR HALIFAX . John Verity , 40 , and Samuel Ramsden , 33 , were indicted for having on the 16 th of September last , ro the parish of Halifax , feloniously and violently assaulted John Watson , and stolen f jom his person a half sovereign , four half-crowne , ten shillings , and other articles , his property . ] Mr . Wilkins and Mr . Overend appeared for the prosecution ; thj prisoners were nndefended . The two prisoners are nephews of the prosecutor , Who is employed at a pottery , and resides at Northowram . On Saturday , the 16 th of September last , be had been to Halifax market , and was returning home about balA past eight o ' clock iu the evening . When he had got to a distance of about sixty yards from his own house , in going along a narrow bane the two prisoners rushed » ut

      of the hedge , seizid him , and Ramsden held his bands over his mouth , while Verity tiflad bis poeketB , from , which they obtained the money and also took from him hia market basket containing groceries and a piece of beef . " Tbe prosecutor knew both parties well , and on giving information to the constable , Mr . Moore , he told wbo they were , land they weie apprehended , one on Snnday and the other on Monday ; Ramsden , at the time of the constable going L . to the public-house in which he was sat , remarked t » him , " Have you come to take me for robbing my uncle , John Watson ? " Both prisoners were s « en on Saturday night , but the prosecutor , from family regard , did not , until he was urged to do so by others , the constable directions to take them . The evidence against both prisoners was very conclusive . The Jury found both the prisoners Guilty . Sentence was deferred .

      STEALING IN A DWELLING-HOUSE , AT ARDSLEY . John Malkin Rodgers , 27 , and Charles Glmtr , ii , were indicted for thai on tbe 18 th of July last , he the said John Malkin Rodgers committed a robbery in the dwelling-house of Samuel Roodhouae , at Ardsley , and that he tbe said Charles Glever did aid aud assist him in tbe same . j Mr . Overend and Mr Johnstone were counsel for tbe prosecution ; Mr . Wilkins was for the prisoner Rodgers ; Glover was undefended . The Jury without | hesitation acquitted Glover , and found Rodgers Guilty . He was sentenced to be transported fof ten years , j The Court rose at six o'clock .

      Tuesday , December 19 . THE TRIAL OF JOSEPH DOBSON , FOR XURDBR , His Lordship took his seat a few minutes after nine o'clock . Joseph Dobson , 25 , was charged with the wilful murder of John Dobson , his father , at Mount Tabor , near Halifax . i Mr . Hall , with whom were Mr . Hill and Mr . Raines , appeared for "the prosecution . Mr . Wilkins , at tbe request ; of the prisoner , who pleaded in forma pauperis , defended . { The indictment against the prisoner , charged him with the wilful murder of John Dobson , in the parish of Halifax , on the 4 th of July last , by shooting him with a gun , and inflicting a wound on the left breast , of which be died . He wae also charged by the Coroner's inquest with the same crime .

      The prisoner , who ; is a mild-looking young man , of light complexion , and with chesnut coloured hair and whiskers , in & fijm tone of voice , pleaded Not Guilty . j Mr . Hall opened the ease on the part of the prosecution . He said that tbe prisoner , Joseph Dobaon , was placed before them oalbis 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 the guilt , certainly diminished the probability of it It was his painful duty to detail to them th e unusual circumstances under which the event had occurred , and upon which the jury bad to try whether the prisoner was guilty ; or not of thia offence . The facts , he feared , established beyond the possibility of , a doubt , that tbe old man received hiB death-wound at the hands of his son . That being bo , the law threw it

      on to the prisoner , by evidenca or inference , from the ciranmstances of the case , to show that the inAietioiV of the death-wound was done under something « f a m » re mitigating nature than amounted to the crime of murder . He , the leaned comsel , feared that the circumstances of this ease would scarcely admit of noh a mitigation . These circumstances ha would now datail to them : —About the middle of July last , the father of the prisoner-was Uying » t Mount Tabor , about tWO miles from Halifax . He , the father , lived in a house which he tented of a mac named Birtwhktle ; and the prisoner lived at Browuhirat , about haif-a » mil © from Mount Tabor . On the 4 th of July last , about half-past twelve at noen , the prisoner ' s wife went to the bouse of Birtwbistle , and made complaint of the conduct of tbe prisoner ' s father . | BirtWhtstle went with her to the house of the prisoner ' s father , and found the pri « soner and the father quanelling ; bat after remaining

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      there about ten minutes *•>« 4 « W * el appeared to *> £ »?« and Blrtwhlstla went awa ^ - Very Isoou after th « j » soner'a wife again went fo ?^ ktwbMle , who followed her soon after to the house of t £ ? a prisoners father , and when be got there he again fouud the old man . and the prisoner ' s wifo quarrelling ; Whilst ha was ^ there , the prisoner came in , and a violentquarrel took flam between fcim and hia son . The father curaed the BOH , and the son curt « d the father ; upon wWch Birtwhistl * properly and severely reproved the son , and madeaaea an address , that in the end the quarrel between the prisoner and his father appeared to be made up . Birtwbistle went away , and the next time the prisoner Is seen isat Brownhirst , asking to borrow a pistol , and inquiring where he could purchase powder , shot , and caps . He could

      not get a pistol , but he was told that he could get powder , Bbot , and wp 3 at a shop in Boy-lane . There , about two o'clock in the afternoon , he got BomepoWaer , shot , and caps . He also got a gun and tried it with powder ; he also loaded it with shot , but whether he discaarged the ? hot , or it remained in the gtm , the evidence would not clearly xehow . 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 on going into the house be said to hia father— " Are you going todo as you said ? if you are , I will take the first chance . " There was some uncertainty whether the prisoner used those words more than once or not , orbs shot at once . But after the prisoner had made use of

      this expression , the father said twice—" Shoot me , shoot me ! " The prisoner then levelled the gun at hia 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 ; but the man ran ont of the house , aud the prisoner put another cap on the gun and shot his father , who died almost immediately . The prisoner then ran away , and he ws « not apprehended till tbe middle of October last , when be was fonnd at Huddersfleld . These were the cirumstances of the case , which would be proved by the evil : uca to belaid before the 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 ofGuilly .

      Tbe following evidence was then called on tbe part of the prosecution : — Joseph Birtwbistle , examined by Mr . HILL—I am a farmer living at Mount Tabor ; that is about two mile * from Halifax . In April last I let a cottage to the prisoner . His father came to live there . Whilst be was ther < s the prisoner came almost every day . I remember 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 that time he had been living at Brownhirct , about a mile off . On Tuesday , the 4 th of July , bis wife came into our house about twelve o'clock at noon , and mado some complaint . 1 returned with hoc in . consequence to the house of the deceased . The deceased was there ; there was some quarrelling . I got

      them paciied , 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 ( th « prisoner ) came in . He said " what is there to do f His 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 aad his father quarrelled , and prisoner said , " I'll shoot thee before the week if there be powder or shot to be found in Halifax . " Before that the prisoner said he would keep ais father no longer , because when be 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 swom he would shoot his father . In abont half an hour Joseph Dobson went out , and the father followed . They had then appaiently become friendly . They went towards Brownhirat I did not go again to the bouse till John Dobson was shot , about three o ^ clock . The house was full of smoke . The deceased was laid across the hearthatone ; he sobbed twice after I got in . I saw very little Wood . Richard Thomas came in . I did not see the prisoner at all . I went in search of him towards the wood , where they said be had gone . Richard Thomas was on before . I saw him witb a gun . W « did not overtake the prisoner .

      Cross-examined by Mr . Wilkins—I did not see sufficient of deceased to aay he was tonk . When the wifo fetched me in tbe old man 8 « amed to be violent . He abused her very much . He said he " would' not have such a good for nought in the house , as ehe was a mucky idle woman . " I heard no threat further than that be would not have her in the house . He swore very mu « h . He was as violent as ever , the second time I went in . In answer to wbat she said when prisoner came ia , 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 Witb passion . Henry Thomas , examined by Mr . Raines—I live at Brownbirst , and am a weaver there . I have known the prisoner since last Christmas .

      This witness deposed to the prisoner asking him for 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 then stated that he after-Wards flaw the prisoner loading the gun , and said to him , " Joe , what are you going to do witk the gun that yeu are teeming all that shot iu ? " He said , "O , lad , I ' m going up here a bit to learn to shoot ! " I then went on to Wheatley , I went immediately . The prisoner ran up towards Mount , Taber . I called after him . 1 said " , where are yon going to -with the gnh ? " He said again , " 0 lad , I ' m going up here a bit to learn to 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 her an ounce of powder , a pennyworth of Bhot an < t a hair-pennyworth of caps . He seemed civil ; and quiet at the time .

      John Lassie deposed to the prisoner taking the gun from Ma ( Lassie ' s ) father ' s house . James Snowden , examined by Mr , Raines . —I am a weaver , at ( Mount Tabor . I was acquainted witb the deceased . On the 4 th of July I went to hia house , » little before three o ' clock . Elizabeth Balmforth , Wm . Murgatroyd , Joseph Dobson , bis wife , and two children , were there . The deceased was not there at that- time . The prisoner had the gun . in his band . I asked him what he was going to do with the gun . He said he was going to shoot butterflies . I saw him pat powder and shot in . He had not fired the gun whilafc I was there . When he bad loaded the gun , deceased came

      in . The prisoner said to the deceased " Are you going to do as you said ? " The deceased walked on to tha hearth-stone , and tbe prisoner walked up to the back of the door . He said again " Are you going to do aa you said ? if you be I'll take the first chance . " The old man 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 he put on another cap , fired the gun , and shot the 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 not return to the house myselt 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 abont nina weeks , I have often seen them together ; I never saw them quarrel in my life . I don't know that the old man was once tafeen op on a ctiarge of murdering his 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 being before them . Ha worked at our house . Elizabeth Balmforth , who waa in the house at the time of the murder , gave similar evidence to the last witness . She saw the old man shot . * Lawrence Bradley examined by Mr . Raines—lam a surgeon at Halifax . I examined the body of the deceased on the 6 th of July . He had a large lacerated wound on the breast ; it was aorroanded by shot . We extracted several shots . In my opinion death was cauBed by a gun-shot wound . There ia no donbt of it whatever .

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

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      tuqe are associated with the words , " mils ana Testaments ! " Could we form an idea of the amount of property which has descended to family heirs » through these media , we should be struck with astonishment indeed . But , after all , what are the riehea , estates , and poBBeBsions , as a whole , when compared with that inestimable bequest which en--riched 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 bd bend * fitted . The bequests of ordinary will 8 » are confined chiefly to famiiies aad friends—while that of Old Parr will extend to whole generations .

      Eating Lecifeb Matches . —An inquest was held on Thursday , in Stonehouse , on the body of a fine little girl , aged tvro je&rs and a half . The child bad been playing with a box of lucifer matches , and had bit otfthe heads of four or five of them . Immediately after it was takenill , and died in a few honrs . The surgeon proved death wa 3 occasioned by the poison which had'beea taken iu eating the matches , whicfc was corroborated by the mannfa « turer admitting toe deleterious nature of the composition UBed to cause ignition .

      DKtEEMUtBD SOICIDK AT B * IST 0 L .-Mr . William Prjohard , a gentleman well * nown m BnatoL as secretary to the Bristol Bmon Fire-office , m that city , committed Buicide on Friday last , by taking prossibaoid . An inqaestwaaJieldjipoa the body , when evidence was given to establish the above fact . It appeared also , that ihedeceased had forsome days past been subject-to great depression of spirits and mental alienation . The jury returned : a terdiot i ** That the deceased committed the act whilst labouring under temporary insanity . " Mr . Frichard was in bis 44 th year , and Ma lett a widow aud six children .

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      Wills and Testaments . — What boundless nones what extensive estates , and what changes of for-

  • Citation
    • Northern Star (1837-1852), Dec. 23, 1843, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/vm2-ncseproduct833/page/3/