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• 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 he 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.

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We cannot raise our flag, as erst, defiant on our

Slowly up from the banks of Ure, under the old walls,

oak-boughs, And bid our monarch rest secure mid loyal With regular soldier tramp that rang, the crouchhearts and halls ;

ing fawn to rouse, But boys and old men answer now, when Wyvil's Came the victor ranks of Ironsides, stern tritrumpet 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 ideep in his heart, the sword in his The blood-stains red on the proud young face,

load they bare, strong cold hand

red on the bright brown hair, To spare in the royal cause nor love, nor life, nor and the old trees bent in stately grief over the land.

dying heir,

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

Die is won ; Gain but an hour, and then — my life's last Rest by the bonnie banks of Ure, mid the heathtask 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;

You'll find all of no use,-
And I've made up my mind

One will turn out a goose, —
As to poor human kind,
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 reseruble 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,
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 '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.

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;

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Till the wrong and the right

Had a jolly good fight,
All to try and change nature's design.

After lots of hard thwacks,

The Whites found that the Blacks Were considered as equal by no man;

A black woolly pate

Can't compete with hair straight -
A snub-nose can't compete with a Roman.

Both Sambo's detractors

And best benefactors,
Who glory in setting him free,

While they crown him with roses

Will still hold their noses,
And shrink from the same cup of tea.

Since to prove black is white

Is as difficult quite
As to prove London Bridge is at Brighton,

The notion dismiss

And depend upon this —
That a Black man is not like a white un.

Now I'll tell you what do –

Take a boot and a shoe,
They are articles ev'ryone wears,

And compare them together,

Though both made of leather,
A cobbler will say they're not pairs.

So, though all made of clay,

We're not shaped the same way, And our clay's mixed in various gradations;

At the time of our birth

We're all sent upon earth
Ready-made for our sundry vocations.

We all were created '

That's true as it's stated
But were not created for · fellows;'

One's destined to play

On the orgin all day, T'other's destined to just blow the bellows.

Were it otherwise, why

Shouldn't good Mrs. Fry
Have been rival to Jonathan Wild ?
Or • Humanity Howard'

Been whipped, the old coward !
For grossly maltreating a child ?

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 -
Worrell always was meant for a stick.'

Thus will ev'ry man find

His position assigned ;
He's to conquer the world, or sell figs ;

Be he Norland or Titian,

He works out his mission
Paints portraits, or only paints pigs.

One man's born to be funny

And squander his money, Another's created to lend it ;

The greater the bore,

Why the greater his store
It's the pleasantest fellows who spend it.

It's some consolation

To know compensation Is equally granted to all;

What by some men is wanted,

To others is granted — Brown's too short, and Thompson's too tall

There's Commodore Rose

With the gout in his toes,
Eats his three meals a day, and is ill;

While the poor starving peasant,

Who knocks down a pheasant, In his life never swallowed a pill.

Then let all be content

Just to follow our bent,
And not bother our heads about others;

Let Nature alone,

Envy no man his own,
And jog on altogether like brothers.

Now, to sum up the whole

Of this long rigmarole,
It is wise to give each man his station ;

It's really absurd

To treat all as one herd,
And drive all by the same education.

Try and humour the bent

With which each man is sent,
Duly stamped at the hour of his birth ;

And assist the poor creature

To better his nature,
And act well his part upon earth.

If Tom Hood had been put

In a regiment of foot
He would never have let off a gun ;

For in spite of hard drilling

I'd bet you a shilling
He'd only have let off a pun.

Do you think that Molière

When he polished a chair, And worked hard as a pillow and bolsterer,

Didn't sicken to do it?

'Twas bosh - and he knew itYou couldn't make him an upholsterer.

Then don't say we're all made

Of one mould and one grade,
And all equal — allow me to doubt it.

We're born wide apart

Both in head and in heart ;
Its the truth, and so — that's all about it.

DEAR little bare feet,

Dimpled and white,
In your long night-gown

Wrapped for the night,
Come let me count all

Your queer little toes,
Pink as the heart

Of a shell or a rose !
One is a lady

That sits in the sun;
Two is a baby,

And three is a nun;
Four is a lily

With innocent breast;
And five is a birdie

Asleep on her nest.



the People;" “ The Blessing;” “Stand up for Does any artist, desirous of distinguishing other 'notes;" and " The Peerless Magnificence

Jesus;" “Poems, with Autobiographies and himself, want a subject of which he may make a

of the Word of God.” picture for the next Exhibition of the Royal

N. Y. Evening Post, 10 Oct. Academy? Then here is one for him, in an extract from the Moniteur relative to the Spanish Insurrection :-

OUR OLD FRIEND.— Mrs. Malaprop is full of " The frigate Victoria, which had appeared before the Elections. Corunpa, retired in consequence of the attitude as

Her opinions, sh

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


Artist sufficiently endowed with that sense of

Punch. grandeur which is characteristic of Continental genius, he can emboly 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 main

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 conetteer stated that “ Albany is a town of 800 houses gregation approves. Such seems to be the the. and 4000 inhabitants all standing with their gable ory of the Congregationalists worshipping : ends 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 ch:2 plain 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, 1898. He allowances for their infirmities. began to write for the press at an early age, and also stu lied 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-kinélly 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 1817, as pastor and public lecturer, picture of Stourbout’s. The contract for the er. then removed to Cincinnati, and was elected ecution of the picture has been discovered, and presiilent 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 ofan 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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