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From Tinsley's Magazine.
Since the brave lad led his little band out of the
watch and wait.
IX. • You must gain us an hour, my son, gain it at Such vigils are woman's victories, she wins them any cost;
day by day — Better our race end here, and now, than King Deeds all untold in stirring tale, unsung in minand cause be lost
strel's lay, Lost on the first proud day his foot our threshold Yet harder than the fiery feats of many a crossed.
x. We cannot raise our flag, as erst, defiant on our Slowly up from the banks of Ure, under the old
walls, And bid our monarch rest secure mid loyal With regular soldier tramp that rang, the crouch
oak-boughs, hearts and halls ; But boys and old men answer now, when Wyvil's Came the victor ranks of Ironsides, stern tri
ing fawn to rouse, trumpet calls.
umph on their brows.
his gallant band,
load they bare, strong cold handTo spare in the royal cause nor love, nor life, nor and the old trees bent in stately grief over the
red on the bright brown hair, land.
dying heir, IV. Take all who can strike a blow, take all who have arms to wield;
Slowly across the drawbridge, where were none Go, with your father's sword, my boy, to your
to challenge or greet; first desperate field.
Slowly across the bannered hall, in silence grave Ha ! from yon valley-side the rebel trumpets
and meet ; pealed.
Till they laid him down, the gallant boy, down
at his mother's feet.
See how the spear-heads glance ! they are fierce
and eager foes ; But many's the pass in Wensleydale where
bracken thickest grows, And not a pass in Wensleydale hut Hugh the
close to his side
passionate woe and pride ;
• The hour is won !' and died.
I have barred the postern close, and flung the
XIV. key in the fosse ;
Full twice a hundred counted years in varying There is but the hill to mount and the level
course have rolled chase to cross,
Since that noble band of loyalists fell on the
But legends keep, like uncut gems, heroic deeds
Keep them an hour, my boy, ere the ford by
Uve is won;
er's purple flower ;
and old gray tower,
And he'll tell my tale, and show the ford, and Twice had the clock boomed out, as steady and call it • Wyvil's Hour.' strong as Fate,
S. K, P.
From Tinsley's Magazine. And give them the same cup of pap;
And bring both up in Surrey,
Teach both Lindley Murray,
And buy them the same leather cap.
Dress up both little boys In this valley of tears,
In the same corduroys, And seen all sorts of men, that's a fact; And whip both with the very same rod; And I've made up my mind
You'll find all of no use,As to poor human kind,
One will turn out a goose, That we're all of us more or less cracked. One a scholar, and t’other a clod. It's all very fine
Teach 'em 'two tens are twenty,' For your pompous divine
And, 'As in presenti," To give out from his pulpit of oak,
And put down.Quæ genus' before 'em; That we're all fellow-creatures;'
One quickly will holloa, Like minds and like features;'
• Mars, Bacchus, Apollo !' 0, lawk ! I call that a good joke.
Ere t'other can get out 'viorum.' For in what we resemble,
You may work like a nigger, How Kean was like Kemble,
But when they get bigger Or Byron was like Dr. Watts,
They'll grow more unlike ev'ry day; I could never conceive;
Though they've felt the same birch, No, nor do I believe
One will take to the church, That teetotallers can be like sots.
T'other pay his half-price to the play. Only take for comparison
One will idolise Homer, Voltaire and Harrison,
And t'other Bob Romer; Hannibal, Swift, and Fitzball;
And when they are free from the school, And then say, if you dare,
One will live up in attics In what they compare,
And love mathematics, When they won't bear comparing at all. T'other doat on Paul Bedford and Toole. Why, there's not been a man
One man's born ferocious, Since the world first began,
Another precocious, Who resembled another in fact;
One lamb-like, another defiant; And, as far as I see,
One's born for a writer,
And one for a fighter —
We all have our breeds,
And our various seeds, Was not a bad chap at a fight;
Just like animals, fishes, and flowers; Now just say, if you can,
You can't make a dog In what way such a man
From a sheep or a hog; Can be said to resemble John Bright?
They've their classes distinct, and we've ours Each is cracked in his way
Who'd compare a bear's hug And ’tain't easy to say
To the bite of a pug? If the one or the other be right;
Who'd have felt the least pity for Daniel, But it would be a teaser
If, 'stead of a cage To say Julius Cæsar
With wild-beasts to engage, Was just such a man as John Bright.
He'd been put in a den with a spaniel ? There was Cardinal Wolsey;
You might just as well try Who lived down at Moulsey,
To make elephants fly, Was he, with his clerical mug,
Or convert pickled pork into venison,
As compel a born coward
To fight like a Howard -
A beadle to rhyme like a Tennyson. Would you venture to state
All our different races That old Frederick the great'
Have stamped on their faces Was Pierce Egan himself to a dot?
The marks that distinguish them — rather! Or that · Lion-king Carter'
You may tell the born glutton, Was like · Charles the Martyr,'
Who lives upon mutton, Judge Nicholson' like Walter Scott ?
From the savage who eats his own father. You may argue forever
Why, just look at the Yankees ! No matter how clever,
I'd not give two thankye's You cannot establish the fact,
For all the fine things that they teach That an eagle's a mouse,
About men being 'equal' Or a pill-box a house,
They've found in the sequel You'll prove nothing but this -- that you're They can't carry out what they preach. cracked.
While the North stuck to figures, Now take any two gabies,
South larrup'd its niggers, And start them as babies,
And each called its mission divine;
Till the wrong and the right
What by some men is wanted, Had a jolly good fight,
To others is granted — All to try and change nature's design.
Brown's too short, and Thompson's too tall After lots of hard thwacks,
There's Commodore Rose The Whites found that the Blacks
With the gout in his toes, Were considered as equal by no man;
Eats his three meals a day, and is ill; A black woolly pate
While the poor starving peasant, Can't compete with hair straight
Who knocks down a pheasant, A snub-nose can't compete with a Roman. In his life never swallowed a pill. Both Sambo's detractors
Then let all be content And best benefactors,
Just to follow our bent, Who glory in setting him free,
And not bother our heads about others; While they crown him with roses
Let Nature alone, Will still hold their noses,
Envy no man his own, And shrink from the same cup of tea.
And jog on altogether like brothers. Since to prove black is white
Now, to sum up the whole Is as difficult quite
Of this long rigmarole, As to prove London Bridge is at Brighton, It is wise to give each man his station ; The notion dismiss
It's really absurd
To treat all as one herd,
Try and humour the bent
With which each man is sent, They are articles ev'ryone wears,
Duly stamped at the hour of his birth ; And compare them together,
And assist the poor creature Though both made of leather,
To better his nature, A cobbler will say they're not pairs.
And act well his part upon earth. So, though all made of clay,
If Tom Hood had been put
In a regiment of foot
For in spite of hard drilling
I'd bet you a shilling Ready-made for our sundry vocations.
He'd only have let off a pun. We all were created :
Do you think that Molière That's true as it's stated —
When he polished a chair, But were not created for · fellows;'
And worked hard as a pillow and bolsterer, One's destined to play
Didn't sicken to do it? On the organ all day,
'Twas bosh — and he knew it T'other's destined to just blow the bellows. You couldn't make him an upholsterer. Were it otherwise, why
Then don't say we're all made Shouldn't good Mrs. Fry
Of one mould and one grade, Have been rival to Jonathan Wild?
And all equal — allow me to doubt it. Or · Humanity Howard'
We're born wide apart Been whipped, the old coward !
Both in head and in heart; For grossly maltreating a child ?
Its the truth, and so - that's all about it. Twist us which way you will,
Nature will come out still;
COUNTING BABY'S TOES.
DEAR little bare feet, Worrell always was meant for a stick.'
Dimpled and white, Thus will ev'ry man find
In your long night-gown His position assigned ;
Wrapped for the night, He's to conquer the world, or sell figs ;
Come let me count all Be he Morland or Titian,
Your queer little toes, He works out his mission
Pink as the heart
Of a shell or a rose !
One is a lady
That sits in the sun; The greater the bore,
Two is a baby, Why the greater his store —
And three is a nun; It's the pleasantest fellows who spend it.
Four is a lily It's some consolation
With innocent breast; To know compensation
And five is a birdie Is equally granted to all;
Asleep on her nest.
A POSE FOR A PICTURE,
the People;”> “ The Blessing;” “Stand up for Does any artist, desirous of distinguishing
Jesus;” “Poems, with Autobiographies and himself, want a subject of which he may make à other notes;" and " The Peerless Magnificence picture for the next Exhibition of the Royal of the Word of God.”
N. Y. Evening Post, 10 Oct. Academy? Then here is one for him, in an extract from the Moniteur relative to the Spanish Insurrection :-“The frigate Victoria, which had appeared before the Elections.
OUR OLD FRIEND.— Mrs. Malaprop is full of Corunna, retired in consequence of the attitude as
Her opinions, she says, with sumed by the Captain-General.”
some confusion in her mind between plums and
politics, are Preservative, and she is for the What scope this announcement affords for the Irish Church, having a cousin who is an Archconception of a grand historical picture! In deacon's Apparition. She is certain something the whole range of profane history there is only dreadful will happen to that Gladstone, who, she one instance at all nearly parallel to the wonder- hears, has crossed the Rubicund, and is perspirful fact which it proclaims. That occurred at ing with Bright and the Radicals. She has no the last siege of Acre, where the garrison imme- patience with women wanting to have votes, and diately laid down their arms on the appearance is delighted that the Reviving Banisters refused of Admiral Sir Charles Napier in the breach, them the Frances. Mrs. M. reads the foreign when he raised his walking-stick. This, how- news, as you may be sure when you hear that ever, was too simple a gesture to be suitable for she talks about the Bonbons being driven out of pictorial illustration. But if there is any
British Spain. Artist sufficiently endowed with that sense of
Punch. grandeur which is characteristic of Continental genius, he can embody it in a portrait of the Captain-General of Corunna, as he appeared in Upon the principle that a member of Parliathe attitude in consequence of which the Vic- ment has no opinions beyond those with which toria retired.
his constituents entrust him, it may be mainPunch.
tained that a clergyman's only duty is to supply The Rev. Dr. Morse in the first edition of his gaz- the religion and the morality of which his conand 4000 inhabitants all standing with their gable (ory of the Congregationalists worshipping at etteer stated that “ Albany is a town of 800 houses gregation approves. Such seems to be the theends to the street."
Broadstreet Chapel, Reading, who have callel upon their pastor to vacate his holy office, on the
ground that he had “set up too high a standDEATH OF THOMAS H, STOCKTON.
ard of Christian life.” The poor sinners of THE Rev. Dr. Thomas H. Stockton, for many Reading have doubtless found their efforts to be years chaplain of the House of Representatives, consistently pious quite hopeless; and probably died at Philadelphia on Wednesday. He was wish to have some kindly mentor who will make born at Mount Holly, N. J., June 4, 1808. He allowances for their infirmities. began to write for the press at an early age, and also studied medicine at Philadelphia. In May, 1829, he began preaching, in connection with the Methodist Protestant Church. In 1830 TITIAN'S“ Peter Martyr,” it will be rememhe was stationed at Baltimore, and in 1833 was bered, was destroyed some time ago by a fire in elected chaplain to congress, and re-elected in Venice. An excellent copy of the picture pos1835. From 1836 to 1839 he lived in Baltimore, sessed by the Museum of Florence has been compiled the prayer-book of the Methodist Pro- kindly handed over by the Florentines to the city testant Church, and was for a short time editor of Venice. The Last Judgment” in the church of the Methodist Protestant. He soon after re- of St. Marie, Dantzic, which was long considered signed and moved to Philadelphia, where he re- to be the work of Van Eyck, turns out to be a mained until 1847, as pastor and public lecturer, picture of Stourbout's. The contract for the exthen removed to Cincinnati, and was elected ecution of the picture has been discovered, and president of the Miami University, but declined, settles the question. and in 1850 returned to Baltimore, where he was for five years associate pastor of the St. John's Methodist Church, and for three and a A FRENCH chemist claims to have discovered half years pastor
of an associate Reformed Presby- a method of manufacturing transparent lookingterian Church. Since 1856 he has lived in Phila- glasses — terms which seem to imply a self-condelphia. He was again Chaplain of the House from tradiction. Instead of mercury, he uses platinum 1859 to 1861, and in 1862 was chaplain of the for the back of the glass; and his preparation Senate. Rev. Dr. Stockton edited several period- has the virtue of concealing every defect in the icals and published an edition of the New Testa- glass itself. M. Dode says that his looking-glass ment in paragraph form. Also, the following may be used for windows, so transparent is it. works : * Floating Flowers from a hidden If this is true, there need be no lack of mirrors Brook;" “ The Bible Alliance;" “Sermons for in a house.
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