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of a body of three hundred gentlemen sitting is one to which I am greatly attached. But I in Dublin. This point is surrounded by legal want to procure impeachments of the Judges difficulties, and must be approached with se- 1 of the Court of Queen's Bench and of rious considerations, which we were last year her Majesty's Attorney-General in this counprevented from applying to it by the procla- try, on these grounds-(Great app!ause for mation and subsequent proceedings. My some moments)-on these grounds, which I plan, which I have deeply considered, is short- shall set before you as briefly as I can conly this-that three hundred gentlemen from sistently with clearness. The first ground is the various counties in Ireland should neet on that of the monster indictment which was prea certain day in Dublin, and that their title to ferred against me—thirty-six yards of an inmeet should be the handing in of 100l. each; dictment? Lord Denman has well described that they should have a treasurer of their own, it as a document calculated to prevent a man and have the working of their own funds. I from defending himself. Such an indictment do not intend that they shall initiate anything, no poor man could escape from. We were but that they shall control everything; and backed by the Repeal rent; but if such an inthat the Repeal Association shall be complete- dictment were preferred against a poor man, ly governed by them, and not venture upon where could he get a brief of it for his counsel any act without their previous sanction. A Why, it would cost him ten times more money body of this kind would comprise so many of than ever he saw, to do so. My excellent the wealthy and influential of Ireland, that it friend, Richard O'Gorman (the dissentient would be an effectual check to any rash revo- Grand Juror), ought to be a proud man this lutionary outbreak, and would be a steady day. He alone was right as to this unjust indrag upon the wheel of the movement. It dictment, and had the manliness and honesty would be of that bearing on society and bigh to maintain his opinion in open court. He station, that it could enter into treaty with said, We have spent five days over this bill, Government. It could arrange its own plans and not one of us can understand it.' To be with Ministers, and stipulate terms ; no hand- sure they did not care much for that. (Groans.) over-hand work, but steady, deliberate agree. They found it a true bill. I am much obliged ment. And here let me say, that I quite agree to them. Now, this is no idle act of the Atin making the experiment of a Federal Parlia- torney-General. Sugden planned it; Peel ment. I want any Parliament which will pro- has adopted it. (Groans and hisses.) Imtect Ireland, and ask for no more. If we ar- peachment, I say then, is our only remedy. rive at the period of Repeal without some body (Loud cheers.) No man is safe from such a of this description, Government may dictate a monster indiciment. What ought the Court plan to you, perhaps, which may fall short of to have done with it? I say, an honest Court justice, though it satisfy some of you. They can should have quashed it again and again, if nenever do so with this Preservative Society of cessary; and have said to the Attorney-Genthree hundred. The terms of any treaty must eral, in the words of Lord Denman,' Pick out be well considered-financial as well as poli- your counts, and do not suffocate them beneath tical; and it seems to me that we shall here the number of your accusations. The Judges have the workmen to build up the palace of|of the Court of Queen's Bench did not refuse justice to Ireland. I will this day week move to receive it: nay, more, they countenanced for a select committee to consider the possibil- it; and, proceeding as they commenced, reity of such an assemblage, and to prepare ca fused us copies of the witnesses' names, the ses to have laid before the most eminent law- caption of the indictment, and other privileges yers of England and Ireland. We will take which we should have received as a matter of care not to bring a single individual within the course in England. By their conduct they power of the law; and we will see whether we made this monster indictment a babe of their cannot get a second managing body for the own luck; and I say there is no use whatever people—not a House of Lords, indeed, but a in the doctrine of impeachments if we have not body possessing more power, as representing the Judges of the Queen's Dench brought bethe whole Irish people. Three hundred weal- fore a proper tribunal to answer for their conthy Irish gentlemen would make such a body duct. I assert this, and I shall be able to prove as would bring about the repeal of the Union it by competent witnesses, that the Lord Chief with the greatest ease. I ani not a person of Justice had the air of a counsel for the proseoverweening confidence in my own judgment, culion throughout the trials, and might have but I have so matured this plan in my own been taken for such, but for the place he occumind, whilst in prison, that l rely strongly on pied. It may be said I am rash in taking this it, although prepared to abandon it on the in- up. Ah! I do not fear their prisons. Trestant if found to be at all dangerous or imprao- mendous cheering.) I am a free-born British ticable, whilst it njust be embraced il sound subject, standing in this place defending my calculated to bring back our Parliament to rights; and I do accuse those men of injustice. College Green. I have addressed you at I am here to call upon the people of England great length, but I owed you for three months to aid me in impeaching those men.” (Cheerrent. (Much cheering and laughter.) I am ing.) pow, like an honest man, paying my debts.
• And now I come to my third plan, and it
BY CALDER CAMPBELL.
FEAST OF THE POETS FOR SEPTEMBER 1844.
From Tait's Magazine.
While we scamper'd o'er the braes,
Where the sheep turned out to graze
In the Autumn morn-
Skone like snow, we'd pause to pick
Spite of gorse and thorn;
And returning, red of lip,
Freighted well with haw and hip,
Sought the green trees in the garden,
Round that Bush of Southernwood.
Sometimes, too, the seaward track
Tempted us—though fast the rack
To search the shore for weeds and shells,
Or loiter 'midst the heather-bells,
Scaring from moss-beds
Panting hares that, through the night,
Pilfer'd salads, fresh and white,
From that fruitful Scottish garden,
With its Bush of Southernwood.
Often, too, with reckless glee,
Garments kilted to the knee,
'Mid the wave-wet sands-
Shoes and stockings cast aside,
Waded we, none nigh to chide-
Gathering with glad hands
Muscles, 'mid the rocks that breed,
Far from that humble garden,
And its Bush of Southernwood.
Happy, happy days of youth,
When there was no dark untruth,
Sorrow, sin, nor shame !
When my gentle mother's look
Was too me a loveful book,
Where I read no blame;
And my eldest sister's smile
Lured me homeward many a mile,
To our father's simple garden,
With its Bush of Southernwood. Then my sisters twain were there“ Dimpled cheek,” and “golden hair,”
Oh! the dear flowers of that place!
Now I see them fill the space
Which they filled of yore;
Honeysuckles here and there,
Sweetbriar, wallflower, every where,
Mignonette, rich store,
Columbine of every hue,
Orange turk's-cap, monk's hood blue-
All in my father's garden,
Nexi that Bush of Southernwood.
Marigold, a flower that grows
Freely, where you will;
Beds of healthful chamomile,
Hyssop, mint, and that wile
Bees with natural skill;
Costmary, and roses many,
The Patriot-look, the ever-playing smiles, Peonies, and, dear as any
The thoughts inspir’d, and language of the In, ah! that old Manse-garden,
skies. That one Bush of Southernwood.
Yea, proud was I to worship at thy feet, Shall I never wander more
Gamaliel, Poet-father, Fancy's guide; Where I sowed such ample store
A critic thou, enthron'd on highest seat
A Poet placed by Shakspeare's, Milton's side.
In prose, or honey'd verse alike a king, 'Mid those hawthorn bowers?
Renown'd in Grecian, as in Roman glory, Shall the lilacs give their bloom
Thou, eagle-like, couldst soar, or lark-like sing,
Now crown'd immortally in British story.
“ Fair Wyoming" records to endless time Strange masters now are there ;
The Poet's fame, and binds his laurel'd head;
“By Susquehanna's shore” he stands sublime. Father, mother, sister, brothers,
He is not dead! the Paradise of Hope Graves for them, and for dear others,
Blooms with victorious garlands, heavenly Rise upon the page
flowers, Of certainty :-and now 'twould be
With fresh delight shall future poets ope
Each page inspired among the summer bowers.
He is not dead! old England's Mariners
Shall own the heart-quake, and the shouts of
Red Linden quiver to his martial airs,
THE “PLEASURES OF HOPE,” AND “GERTRUDE
He is not dead! wbilst Poland is alive
And Poland's heart still leaps to LibertyEY JOHN WALKER ORD.
In Poland's blood-stained annals he shall live “ And Campbell's epitaph shall be,
A meteor-light in Freedom's cloudless sky.
He is not dead! whilst Scotland's mountains Another lighr hath faded from the sky,
stand, Another flower hath vanish'd from the earth;
Loch Awe, Loch Katrine glow with burnish'd Hot tear-drops fill each sympathizing eye
His name shall hover star-like o'er the land, For him, the pearl of genius, wit, and worth.
Link'd with her Burns,-her proudest sons of
old ! Ten years, ten weary years have glided o'er When first this faithful hand rehearsed his
Her woodlands sball lament him,-the deep grore praise, Since then the Bard of Ettrick is no more,
Is musical with songs of lyre and lute, Sweet Coleridge, Southey, circled with his All her broad forests murmur notes of love, bays:
At his rich voice the nightingale is mute. And Campbell !—from the blue hills of Argyle
Her streams hear " music sweeter than their Each forest, and deep glen, and misty vale,
Own," From every mountain, continent, and isle
Stars in their spheres, a melody more sweet Shall ring the loud lament, the bitter wail.
Angels might listen to each heavenly tone
And earthly lovers holier raptures greet. How large that soul! how poble was the man ! What glorious visions kindled in his brain :
And when he died, the nobles of the land, Like sunlit waves each beauteous image ran,
They who derided or had scorn'd his lot, Bright, rainbow-hued, as drops of April rain,
Clasp'd round bis corpse, who had refus'd bis
hand, " From grave to gay, from lively to severe,”
And crowded to that consecrated spot. He stalk'd, or sported, merry or sedate,
Immortal ever! more immortal yet, Now as a Fairy's song he charm’d the ear,
Wben Kasciusko's dust was mix'd with thine : Now as a Titan was he fierce and great.
O, proudly would the poet's heart have beat
In foretaste of a union so divine ! 0, how divinely tripp'd the joyous hours,
Those festive moments, that harmonious glee, What Protean colors gleamed through Fancy's Farewell, true poet-most beloved friendbowers,
Accept this earthly offering in the skies; What heavenly hues adorn'd Philosophy!
To the bright mansions let this tribute wend.
With heart-wrung tears, and agonizing sigbs. I see him now! the orb'd majestic head,
The polish'd brow, the Phidian nose, blue eyes. Gally Hill Farm, Cleveland, 1844,
BY CALDER CAMPBELL.
A MOTHER'S WAIL AFTER THE BAT
TLE. LINES WRITTEN IN POET'S CORNER, WESTMINSTER,
JULY 4, 1844. BY A LADY. From east and south the ripen'd noonday sun Oh! gentle moonlight, rest upon our fieldsOn each carv'd stone and aisle doth quaintly Oh! peaceful moonlight ! leave to light our lie
shields, All tints from out the casement blend in one That all too long have boldly braved the sun; Broad sanguine dye.
Oh! soft nocturnal sky, oh! starry sky,
Weep thy sweet tears where our slain warrions Behind, before, above, about, around,
lje On priest, on poet, on the funeral pall,
Their gallant race is run!
Oh! black and dismal grove, oh! sombre grove,
Where buried lie the children of my love, Like as it hung above the mortal fight
With songs of gleeful birds no longer ring; Of Naseby, or Dunbar; or shone upon
Let wild and wailing strains fall on the earThat field of Poland, where the cause of Right A mother's dirge for all her heart held dear Made it a second Marathon.
From thy dim alleys spring! Shrining this Poet, who by tongue and pen
Oh, sunny summer's heat, oh! pew-come heat Laughed at the little hour of tyrant laws;
Thou hast returned and with thee peace, whose Who pleaded for oppress'd and noble men,
seat Great Kosciusko's cause.
So long had war usurped; thou bring'st any
frame Hark! they come onward with firm even tread, Nor warmth, nor strength, nor hope ; for ak! Like men who know the hallow'd dust they from life bear;
My two brave boys have passed, 'mid cruel strifo, Some few redeeming tears, perchance, are shed, And they my spirit claim !
But those not of despair.
ADDRESS TO SOME BEAUTIFUL SEA. Is glorious with the spirits of the brave,
SHELLS LEFT BY THE TIDE,
Hail! bright shells of an ocean home!
Freshly borne through light and foam :
Your wave-worn crust, and purple curl
Rival the ruby, and vie with the pearl. The kneeling chieftain sees on Warsaw's plain There's lustre in each couch-curved aisle, Thy real grave by Kosciusko's side,
As rich as the light of beauty's smile ; Wrapp'd in the sacred banner of the slain And wonders ye are, come how ye may, In pomp and warrior pride.
In the breaker's whirl, or the wavelet's spray.
the homes where the nereid dwells, The sacred dust of Poland's noblest son,
Or have tritons sported in your cells? Mingling the Brave and True.
Say, were ye washed from the merman's halls,
Crystal grots, or coral walls ? Instead of anthem or lamenting dirge
Have ye been where the grampus rolled, “ Ye mariners of England” steals along,
Or icebergs shone like burning gold ? Whilst to the Fancy's ear the ocean's surge
Sprung ye from enchanted caves, Makes musical the song.
Fathoms below the noisy waves;
Or kept ye watch in the sunless deep, The good achiev'd on earth by one so just
Where the wreck'd ones slept their lasting sleep? Falls on the heart like prayer in this sad hour, Teaching that truth springs upwards froin our dust, Tbat mind is real power.
No matter the office ye've held, or where
Heaven formed you, and pronounced you fair! Whilst Britons hold dominion of the sea,
Had ye moved with the jewel or gem, Whilst they deserve the glory of their fame, Whai brighter had been your gleam througle One word shall nerve the weak and prompt the them! free
And tbe mellow tread of sea-nymphs' feet, 'Tis Campbell's name !
Were vain to make your song more sweet.
Beautiful shells ! of the dark blue wave,
“ But, si nce its angel's choral note Floating o'er shingles, or flushing in cave;
First swell’d the universal hymn, Ye're the fairest in form, and the purest in tone, Strange things have marr'd bis melody, That Neptune may boast of, or ocean may own. And scared the void with aspects dim.
H. R. B.
“ Thy earthly orb, six thousand times
Has wbeeld around its central fire,
Since shudderings ran through boundless space, I mused upon the silent stars,
And shrieks from every angel choir.
“ And twice a thousand cycles past In one fair orb to fix my dwelling.
Of earthly revolution-rollid
A wilder shriek, as though the knell A modest star, not wildly bright,
Of Time, and stars, and space, had toll'a." In its own calm blue field alone;
It scarce had ceased when swell'd a note
Of joy, beyond the loudest tone
That e'er the universal barp.
Has pealid around Jehovah's throne.
That ecstasy of joy and pain
So fill'd the mansions of the sky,
As made thy speck of solar light
The marvel of infinity.
And ever since, when systems fade,
And star by star in darkness dies,
Their angels cleave the depth of space,
To scan the solar mysteries.
To this lone planet isle they bend
Their eager wing and wistful gaze;
For here the springs of wonder lie,
Here spread the fields of long amaze;
And here, when change o'er all shall sweep, And dimm'd, not veil'd, the trembling light.
Eternity shall still behold
Myself and brother angels kneel, And thus he spoke in mournful tones :
Where God was wrapt in mortal mould.
G. P. “Thy eyes have drunk the glorious beam That left, a thousand years ago, Of light an overflowing stream.
SONNET TO THOMAS CARLYLE, * I was the angel of that star,
ON READING HIS “ PAST AND PRESENT," AND With twice ten planets round it rollid,
« HEROES AND HERO WORSHIP. A system fair as ever famed Mid night's unnumber'd spheres of gold. The beacon sign-light storms and tempests braves,
And, from the distance high, streains forth its “ A million years its stately march
Jight Through the wide infinite it kept;
In scintillations through the haze of night, Around the central depths of space,
Warning where evil, hid beneath the waves, With all the host of heaven it swept. Holds direful watch within her rocky caves,
To crush the ribs of ships, and shipmen's " Its planets teem'd with myriad life,
might, Whose beings, generations, Time
And sailors' thrilling hopes of home to blight, Had oft renew'd as oft decay'd,
And whelm them down into her deep sea-graves : While sped the star its course sublime.
So Carlyle, shining o'er the gloomy way,
The dull, drear realms of Sham, that surges o'er " Its eycle round the centre past,
Men's sunken hearts and souls with hollow roar, 'Twas girt with bright consuming flame Tow'ring, and streaming forth, the red light ray Vanish’d, nor left within the sky
Of thy bold genius warns of dangars dark,
That fearfully surround the social barque.
H. B. # And still a thousand years shall wing
Their flight before the latest ray That left its orb, a parting smile,
SONNET. On earth at midnight hour shall play.
THE WIND AND THE LEAF ; OR, ELOPEu Upon its orbit's utmost verge,
0, listen, Ladies, and I'll tell you
brief And hail'd its giant infancy.
A touching tale, and true as history