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gotten or ever ceased to prdTJtise, and combining their hosts of slaves, lashed them onward to scare this stranger, Freedom, from the earth, even as in our times of intelligence they have done, and will do; and the brainless slaves, so lashed, shouted and went forward to the murderous work which rivetted their own fetters, even as in our time they have done, and will again do in times to come."


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They tell me twenty years are past

Skice I have look'd upon thee last.

And thought thee fairest of ihe fair.

With thy sylph-like form and ligbt-browii hair!

I can remember every word

That from those smiling.lips I heard:

Oh! how little it appears

Like the lapse of twenty years.

Thou art changed! in thee I find

Beauty of another kind:

Those rich curls lie on thy brow

In a darker cluster now;

And the sylph hath given place

To the matrou's form of grace.—

Yet how little it appears

Like the lapse of twenty years.

Still thy cheek is round and fair;
'Mid thy curia not one grey hair;
Not one lurking sorrow lies
In the lustre of those eyes:
Thou hast felt, since last we met.
No affliction, no regret!
Wonderful ! to sbed no tears
In the lapse of twenty years.

But what means that changing brow 1
Trars are in those dark eyrs now!
Have my rash, incautious words
Waken'd Feeline's slumbering chords?
Wherefore dost thou bid me look
At yon dark-bound journal-book ?—
There the register appears
Of the lapse of twenty years.

Thou hast been a happy bride,
Kneeling by a lover's side;
And unclouded was thy life.
As his loved and loving wife ;—
Thou hast worn the garb of gloom,
Kneeling by that husband's tomb;—
Thou hast wept a widow's tears
In the lapse of twenty years.

Oh! I see my error now,
To suppose, m cheek and brow,
Strangers may presume to find
Treasured secrets of the mind:
There fond Memory still will keep
Her vigil, when she seems to sleep;
Though composure re-appears
In the lapse of twenty years.

Where's the hope that can abate
The grief of hearts thus desolate'
That can Youth's keenest pangs assuage,
And mitigate the gloom of Age?
Religion bids the tempest cease,
And leads ber to a port of peace;
And on, the lonely pilot steers
Through the lapse of future years.
. .. New Monthly Magazine.


By Lady Morgan,

(Continued from page 318).

Meantime Father Flynn,with a jesuit's adroitness, was endeavouring to gain his object, as I afterwards learned; but on alluding to his works and celebrity, he discovered that the ambassador had never so much as heard of him, though he had heard wonders of his parrot, which he requested might be sent for. I was immediately ushered into the cabinet, as the superior went out, and I never saw my dear master more. Perhaps he could "bear no rival near the throne;" perhaps, in his pre-occupation, he forgot to reclaim me. Be that as it may, he sailed that night, in a Portuguese merchantman, for Lisbon; and I became the property of the representative of his British Majesty. After the first few days of favouritism, I sensibly lost ground with his excellency; for he was too deeply occupied, and had too many resources of his own, to find his amusement in my society. During the few days I sat at his table, I entertained his diplomatic guests with cracking nuts, extracting the kernels, peeling oranges, talking broad Scotch and Parisian French, chanting the "Gloria," dancing " Gai Coco," and, in fact, exhibiting all my accomplishments. I was, however, soon sent to the secretary's office to be taught a new jargon, and to be subjected to tricks from the underlings of the em

Here I picked up but little, for there was but little to pick up. I learned, however, to call for "Red tape and sealing-wax,J—to cry " What a bore! "Did you ever see such a quiz?"—to call "Lord Charles," "Mr. Henry," and pronounce " good for nothing*'—a remark applied by the young men to the pens, which they flung away by hundreds, and which the servants picked up and sold, with other perquisites of office incidental to their calling. Whenever I applied these acquisitions with effect, it was always attributed to chance; but I was so tormented and persecuted by Lord Charles and Mr. Henry, who being unpaid attaches, had nothing to do, and helped each other to do it, that I took every opportunity to annoy them. One day, when the ante-room was filled with young officers of the British frigate, one of the boobies, pointing to Lord Charles, called to me, " Poll, who is that?" I answered, "Red tape and sealing-wax ;,i and raised a general shout at the expense of the little diplomatic pedant. An Irish

midshipman present, a Mr. O'Gallugher, pointing to Mr. Henry, asked me, " Who is that, Poll?" "Good lor nothing," I replied; and Mr, Henry flew at me in a rage, swore I had been taught to insult him, and that he would wring my neck off. This he would have done but lor the protection of the chaplain, tp whose breast I flew, and who carried me away to his own room. In a few days I was consigned to Mr. O'Gallagher, the midshipman, as a present to the chaplain's patroness, a lady of high rank and celebrated sanctity in Ireland, near to whose Propaganda the family of O'Gallagher resided. I was the bearer of a letter of introduction, in which my pious education and saintly acquirements were set forth, my knowledge of the Creed exposed, and myself recommended as a means of aiding her ladyship's proselyting vocation, as animals of less intelligence had done before. I embarked therefore on board the British frigate— an honour which had been refused my old master, and was treated with great care and attention during the voyage. On arriving in a British port, my young protector got leave of absence, and took a passage in a vessel bound for Dublin. On the morning of our coming to anchor, my cage was put on shore on the quay, while O'Gallagher returned to look after his luggage. Thus left to myself, I soon attracted the attention of a wretched, squalid-looking animal, something between a scare-crow and a long-armed gibbon. His melancholy visage dilated into a broad grin the moment he saw me; and coming up, and making me a bow, he said, " Ah! thin, Poll, agrah, you're welcome to ould Ireland. Would you take a taste of potato, just to cure your say-sickness?" and he put a cold potato into my cage, which he had been gnawing with avidity himself. The potato was among the first articles of my food in my native paradise, and the recollection of it awakened associations which softened me towards the poor, hospitable creature who presented it. Still I hesitated, till he said, " Take it, Miss, and a thousand welcomes,—take it, agrah, from poor Pat." I took it with infinite delight; and holding it in my claws, and peeling it with my beak, began to mutter " Poor Pat! poor Pat!" "Oh, mushn, musha! oh, by the powers!" he cried, "but that's a great bird, any how—just like a Christian—look here, boys.'' A crowd now gathered round my cage, and several exclamations, which recalled my old friends of the Propaganda, caught my attention. "Oh! queen of glory!"

cried one; "Holy Moses !" exclaimed another; "Blessed rosary!" said a third. I turned my head from side to side, listening; and excited by the excitement I caused, I recited several scraps of litanies in good Latinity.— There was first an universal silence, then an universal shout, and a general cry of "A miracle! a miracle!' "Go to Father Murphy,'' said one; "Off with ye, ye sowl, to the Counsellor,'' said a second; "Bring the baccah to him," cried an old woman; "Mrs. Carey, where is your blind son ?" said a young one. Could faith have sufficed, I should indeed have worked miracles. In the midst of my triumphs, Mr. O'Gallagher returned, carried me off, put me in a carriage, and drove away, followed by the shouting multitude.— That night we put up at an hotel in Suckville-street, and the next morning the street re-echoed with cries of " Here is a full account of the miraculous parrot just arrived in the city of Dublin, with a list of his wonderful cures, for the small charge of one halfpenny." Shortly after we set off by the Ballydangan heavy fly, for Sourcraut Hall. I was placed on the top of the coach, to the delight of the outside passengers; where I soon made an acquaintance with the customary oratory of guards and coachmen, which produced much laughter. I rapidly add. ed to my vocabulary many curious phrases, among which the most distinct were— " Aisy, now, aisy," "Get along out of that," "All's right," 'fec. &C. 'fec. with nearly a verse of "The night before Larry was stretched," tune and all, and the air of "Polly put the kettle on," which the guard was practising on his bugle, to relieve the tedium of the journey. Like all nervous animals, I am extremely susceptible to external impressions; and the fresh air, movement, and company, had all their usual exhilarating effects on my spirits. Our lady

of Sourcraut Hall, Lady C , received

myself and mj protector with a cereitonious and freezing politeness; asked a few questions concerning my treatment, gentleness, and docility; and desiring my. kind companion to put me on the back of a chair, she bowed him out of the room. When he was gone, the lady turned to a gloomy-looking man, who sat reading at a table, and who looked so like one of the Portuguese brothers, of the Propaganda, that I took him for a frate—" What a poor benighted creature that young man seems to be !" she said. The grave gentleman, who I afterwards found was known in the neighbourhood by the title of her ladyship's '' moral agent,'' replied," What, madam, would you hare of an O'Gallagher—a family of the blackest Papists in the county?" My lady shook her head, and threw up her devout eyes.—Dinner was now announced, and the moral agent giving his hand to the lady, I was left to sleep away the fatigue of my journey.

I awoke very hungry, and consequently disposed to be very talkative, but was silenced by finding myself surrounded by a crowd of persons of both sexes, who were eagerly gazing on me. A certain prostrate look of sly, shy humility, lengthened their pale faces, to the exclusion of all intellectual expression. They formed a sort of religious meeting, called a tea-and-tract party; but the open door discovered preparations for a more substantial conclusion to the obWigato prayers and lectures of the evening. My new mistress was evidently descanting on my merits, and read that paragraph from the chaplain's letter which described my early associations, my knowledge of the Creed, and announced me as a source of edification to her servants. Two or three words of this harangue operating on my memory, I put forth my profession of faith with a clearness of articulation and fidelity really wonderful for a bird. What exolamatinns! what turning-up of eyes! I was stifled with caresses, mtoxicated with praises, and crammed with sweetmeats. The moral agent grew pule with jealousy, when Doctor Direful was announced. He rushed into the room like a whirlwind, but stood aghast at beholding the devout crowd that encircled me. Instead of the usual apophthegms, and serious discourse, he tieard nothing but " Pretty Poll," " Scratch a poll,'^ "What a dear bird," *o. The malicious moral agent chuckled, and explained that the' bird had, for the moment, usurped the attention which should exclusively belong to his reverence, who had taken the pains to come so far to enlighten the dark inmates of Sourcraut Hall. Dr. Direful stood rolling his fierce eye (he had but one) on the abashed assembly; and, pushing me off my perch, drove me with his handkerchief into the dense crowd which filled the bottom of the room, and consisted of all the servants of the house, with some recently converted Papists from among the Sourcraut tenantry. All drew back in horror, to let one so anathematised pass without contact. I coiled myself up near a droll-looking little postilion, who, while turning up the whites of his eyes, was coaxing me to him with a fragment of plumb-cake,

which he had stolen from the banquettable. Dr. Direful returned to the centre of the room, and mounted a desk to commence his lecture. The auditory crowded and cowered timidly round him, while he, looking down on them with a Wrathful and contemptuous glance, was about to pour forth the pious venom which hung upon his lips, when a sharp cry of " Get along out of that" struck him dumb. Inquiry was useless, for all were ready to swear that they had not uttered a word. Dr. Direful called them "blasphemous liars," and proceeded one and all to empty the vials of his wrath through the words of a text of awful denunciation, which I dare not here repeat; but his words were again arrested by the exclamation of, "Aisy now, nisy—whot a devil of^i hurry you are in !" uttered in quick succession.— He jumped down from his altitude; and, in reply to his renewed inquiries, a serious coachman offered up to the vengeance of this Moloch of methodism the mischievous postilion, who had that morning detected the not always sober son of the whip in other devotions than those to which he professed exclusive addiction. When 1 saw the rage of all parties, I thought of the roasted Indians of the Brazils, and shuddered for the poor lad. After a short, but inquisitorial examination, in which he in vain endeavoured to throw the blame on me, he was stripped of his gaudy dress, and in spite of nis well-founded protestations of innocence, turned almost naked from the house. When peace was restored, a hymn was sung as an exorcism of the evil spirit that had gotten among the assembly; when, being determined to exculpate the poor postilion, I joined with all my force m the chorus, with my Catholic " Gloria in excelsia," which I abruptly changed into "Polly put the kettle on." Thus taken in the fact, I was, without ceremony, denounced as an emissary from Clongowes, brought to Sourcraut Hall by the Papist O'Gallagher, with a forged letter, to disturb the community. I was immediately cross-examined by a religious attorney, as if I had been a white-boy or a ribbonman. "Come forward," he said, "you bird of satan !—speak out, and answer for yourself, for its yourself can do it, you egg of the devil! What brought you here V I answered, "It was all for my sweet sowl's sake, jewel! "—and the answer decided my fate, without more to do. And now loaded with all the reproaches that the odium theologicum could suggest, I was cuffed, hunted, and finally driven out of the gates by

the serious coachman, to perish on the highway. On recovering from my fright, I found myself at the edge of a dry ditch, where the poor shivering postilion sat lamenting his martyrdom. I went up to him, cowering and chattering; and at the sight of me the tears dried on his dirty cheeks—his sobs changed to a laugh of delight; and when I hopped on his wrist, and cried "Poor Pat," all his sufferings were forgotten. While thus occupied, a little carriage, drawn by a superb horse, with the reins thrown loose on his beautiful neck, ascended the hill. At the sight I screamed out " Get along out of that!" which so frightened the high-blooded creature that he started, and flung the two persons in the carriage fairly into the middle of the road. One of them, in a military dress, sprung at once on his feet, and laying the whip across the naked shoulders of the postilion, exclaimed, "I'll teach you, you little villain, to break people's necks." "Oh! murther! murther!" cried the poor boy, " shore, it was not me, plase your honour, only the parrot, Captain." "What parrot, you lying rascal?" "There, Captain, Sir, look forenenst you.'' The captain did look up, and saw me perched on the branch of a scrubby hawthorn-tree. Surprised and amused, he exclaimed, " By Jove! how odd I What a magnificent bird! Why Poll, what the deuce brought you here?" "Eh, sirs," I replied at random, "it was aw' for the love of the siller." The captain, and his little groom Midge, who had picked himself up on the other side of the cubriolet, shrieked with laughing. "I say, my boy," said the captain, "is that macaw your's?" "It is," said the little liar. "Would you take a guinea for it V asked the captain. "Troth, would I; two," said the postilion. "Done," said the captain; and pulling out his purse, and giving the two guineas, I suffered myself to be caught and placed in the cabriolet. The young officer sprang in after me, and, taking the reins, pursued his journey. We slept that night at a miserable inn in a miserable town. The next morning we arrived at my old hotel in Sack»iUestreet, and shortly after sailed for England.

The Honourable George Fitz-Forward, my new master, was a younger brother of small means and large pretensions. He had been quartered at Kil-mac-squabble with a detachment, where he had passed the winter in still-hunting, quelling ructions, shooting grouse and rebels, spitting over the

bridge, and smoking cigars; and having obtained leave of absence, pour se d'ecrasser, was on his way to London for the ensuing season. We travelled in the cab by easy stages, and halted only at great houses on the road, beginning with Plas Newyd, and ending at Sion House. My master's rank, and my talents, were as good as board wages to us; and as the summer was not yet sufficiently advanced for the London winter, we found every body at home, and had an amazingly pleasant time. My master was enchanted with his acquisition. I made the frats of every society; and my repartees and bonmots furnished the Lord Johns and Lady Louisas with subjects for whole reams of pink and blue note-paper. My master frequently said, "That bird is wonderful! he is a great catch !"—and my fame had spread over the whole west end of the town a full week before our arrival in London.

The Metropolitan, No. I.



My good Aunt Bridget, spite of age.
Versed iu Valerian, Dock, and Sage,

Well knew the Virtues of herbs;
But Proverbs gain'd her chief applause,
Child," sbe exclaimed, " respect old saws,
"And pin your faith on Proverbs."

Thus taught, I dubb'd my lot secure;
Aud, playing loug-rope, " slow und sure,"

Conceived my movement clever;
When lo I au urchin by my side
Pusu'd me head foremost in, and cried—

"Keep Moving," '• Now or Never,"

At Melton, next, Ijoin'd the hunt, •
Of bogs and busbes bore the brunt,

Nor once my courser held in;
But when I saw a yawuing steep,
I thought of" Look before you leap,"

Aud curb'd my eager gelding.

While doubtful thus I reiu'd my roan,
Willing to save a fractured bone,

Yet fearful of exposure,
A sportsmau thus my spirit stirr'd—
"Delays are dangerous;"—I spurr'd

My steed, and leap'd th' enclosure.

I ogled Jane, who heard me say
That " Rome was not built iu u day,*

When lo . Sir Fleet O Grady
Put this, my saw, to sea again,
And proved, by running off with Jane,

"Faint heart ne'er won fair Lady."

Aware " New llrooms sweep clean," I took
An uutaugbt tyro for a cook, ,

(The tale I tell a fact is)
She spoilt my soup; but, when I chid,
Sbe thus once more my work undid,

"Perfection comes from Practice."
Thus, out of every adage hit,
And, finding that ancestral wit

As changeful as the clime is: From Proverbs, turning on my heel, I now cull Wisdom from my seal.

Who's motto's " Ne quid nimis."

Aew Monthly Hatjazine.

sTtc <Satterer.

A mapper up of unconsidered trifles.


Ship Launch. In a few months a new ship will be launched, called the Reform. Admiral, William the Fourth—Chief Mate, Grey —Pilot, Brougham—Purser, RussellCrew, the people of England, Scotland, and Ireland. Bound to Palace Yard,: Westminster; freight uncommonly cheap, with good stowage.

N.B. For further particulars inquire of Bob Oldborough, at the sign of the Tumble down Dick; Borough, Southward P. T. W.

Gold coins (ix James I.) were raised by proclamation, 2*. in every 20*.

Groat.—In the Snxon time, we had no silver money bigger than a penny, nor after the conquest till Edward III. who about the year 1.51, coined grosses (i. e. groats, or great pieces) which went for id. a-piece; and so the mutter stood till the reign* of Henry VII. who in 1604 first coined shillings. (>. K.


Oldfield, in his History of Boroughs, says, " On the death of the late Lord Holmes, a very powerful attempt was made by Sir William Oglander and some other neighbouring gentlemen, to deprive his lordship's nephew and successor, the "Rev. Mr. Troughear Holmes, of his influence over the Corporation of Newport, Isle of Wight. The number of that Tbody was at that time twentythree, there being one vacancy amongst the nlde'rmen, occasioned by the recent death of Lord Holmes. Eleven of them continued firm to the interest of the nephew, and the same number was equally eager to transfer that interest to Sir William'Oglander and the Worsley family. A Mr.' Tuylor of this town, one of the burgesses, withheld his declaration, and as his vote would decide the balance of future influence, it was imagined that he only suspended it for the purpose of private advantage. A greeably to that idea, he was eagerly sought by the agents of each party. The first who applied is said to have made him un offer of 2,000/. Mr. Taylor had actually made up his mind to have voted with his party, but the moment his integrity and independence were attucked, he reversed his determination, and resolved to give his suffrage on thfr opposite side.

That party, however, like their opponents, being ignorant of the favour designed them, and of the accident to which they owed it, assailed him with a more advantageous offer. He informed them that he had but just formed theresolution, in consequence of a similar insult from their adversaries, of giving them his support, but since he had discovered that they were both aiming at power by the same means, he was determined to vote for neither of them; and to put himself out of the power of further temptation, he resolved to resign his gown as a burgess of the corporation; which he accordingly did the next P.T.W. ,. .

'• ••, •.: .. i iS.Kcj • . \ . s CARDINAL WOL8ET, . (,

Limington, one mile east from Ilchester, in Somersetshire, is noted on account of a school having been kept there by the great Cardinal Wolsey: in the early purt of his life, who whilst in this situation was, for a-misdemeanour, put ipto the stocks by Sir Atnins Pawlett. This indignity was never forgiven by the haughty prelate, who, when in' power, made Sir Amias feel the weight of his resentment, by making him dunce uttendunce at the court for many years, whilst soliciting a favour. C. D.

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On an unsuccessful Oculist, who became a Tallow Chandler.

So many of the human kind,
Under his hands became stone blind,
That for such failings to atone,
At length he let the trade alonej
And ever after in despite •'
Of darkness, liv'dby giving light;
But Death who has exciseman's power
To enter houses every hour,
Thinking his light grew rather sallow,
Snuffed out his wick, and seized his
tallow. I. H.

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