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From Tinsley's Magazine.

Since the brave lad led his little band out of the

castle-gate ;
And the lady, silent, calm, alone, still stood to

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.

foughten fray.


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.


But I swore by my dead lord's side — dead mid And in the midst, on serried spears, a ghastly,

his gallant band,
The bullet deep in his heart, the sword in his The blood-stains red on the proud young face,

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

forester knows.

Never a word she said to them,- she knelt her

close to his side
The blue eyes opened, asked — hers spoke all

passionate woe and pride ;
He smiled as she kissed his lips ; he gasped,

• 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
And he's safe in the thick oak wood, yonder by

Yorkshire wold;
Aysgarth moss.

But legends keep, like uncut gems, heroic deeds

of old.



Keep them an hour, my boy, ere the ford by

Uve is won;
Gain but an hour, and then — my life's last Rest by the bonnie banks of Ure, mid the heath-
task is done.'

er's purple flower ;
Speak to the stalwart countryman of the hill

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.


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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. I've lived sixty-four years

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,
They in nothing agree,

And one for a fighter -
Except that they're more or less cracked. One's a pigmy, and t'other a giant.
There's your friend Julius Cæsar,

We all have our breeds,
Who, 'twixt you and me, sir,

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're 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,
Like Jack Shepherd the sinner,

As compel a born coward
Who hung out at Pinner,

To fight like a Howard -
And lived in a jolly stone jug'?

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 "equalOr 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
And depend upon this —

To treat all as one herd,
That a Black man is not like a white un. And drive all by the same education.
Now I'll tell you what do -

Try and humour the bent
Take a boot and a shoe,

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
We're not shaped the same way,

In a regiment of foot
And our clay's mixed in various gradations; He would never have let off a gun ;
At the time of our birth

For in spite of bard drilling
We're all sent upon earth

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;
You may fight her decrees till you're sick :
Nature meant Edmund Kean

Should illumine the scene

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
Paints portraits, or only paints pigs.

Of a shell or a rose !
One man's born to be funny
And squander his money,

One is a lady
Another's created to lend it ;

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.


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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