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TIIE rorULAH REMEDY. DARR'S LIFE PILLS. 1. Whii-h are acknowlegccl to be all that is required to conquer Disease and Prolong Lift'.
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Pan- introduced to King Charles I .- ( Sce " Life aim Times of 1 'liomas l'arr , " ' which may lie had gratis i . t : UI Agents . ) The extraordinary properties of this medwine aw thus described by an eminent physician , who says : — After particular observation of the action of Park s slls , I am determined , in my opinion , that the following ; arc tueu « true properties : — , "First—They increase Hie strength , whilst most other medicines have a weakening eflect upon the system . Let any one take fi-om three to four or six pills every twentyfour hours , and , instead of having weakened , they "ill be found to have revived the animal spirits , and to Imvo imparted a lasting strength to tlio body . "Secondly—In their operation they po direct to the disease . After you have taken six or twelve pills you will experience their e / Uset ; the disease upon vou will bi'come less and less by every dose you take ; and if you will persevere in regularly taking from three to six pills evay day , your disease will speedily be entirely removed from the « vstem ¦ ¦ _ _ ¦
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NO MORE PILLS , nor any other Medicine . —Dyspepsia ( Indigestion ) and Constipation , the main euuses of biliousness , nervousness , liver complaint , flatulency , distontion , piilpiliition of the heart , inflammation and cancer of the stomach , nervous licacLachcs , deafness , noises in the head and ears , pains in almost evory part of the body , asthma , dropsy , scrofula , consumption , heartburn , nausea after eating or at sea , low spirits , spasms , spleen , general debility , cough , inquietude , sleeplessness , itiroluntar . r blushing , tremor , . ( iislifce to society unfitness for study , loss of memory , delusions , vertigo , blood to the head , exhaustion , nielaucholy , groundless fear , indecision , wretchedness , thoughts of stlf-destruction , and insanity , effectually removed from the system , by a penmment restoration ' of the digestive functions to their primitive vigour , without pursing , inconvenience , pain or expense , by tho
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IJuiiss , the Scottish hard , designated the tooth-ache "the hell of all diseases ! " And hu was not far wrong . ' This hell , however , is not a " bottomless pit . " Pill up the cavity ot the de cayed tooth , and the torturingfires are extinguished . Brando ' s Enamel , placed into tho decayed spot , ju-i .-vents irritating substances from reaching them rve . ;;; srl kindling that inflammation therein , which gives the wrvible pain known as tooth-ache . The substance is ustil , v-iiiiout hcat / in a soft state , aud becomes hard in afew minuter , rendering unsound teeth painless and v . ; eful for manv years ,
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Haraignovorkson land pressing for im-Sfj ^ T pr ° P todevote a portion ofour space , this week , . to a few poetical se-S ^ - ^^^ P " « f ° ™ -Photic and unfortunate , Trat ever to T > e honoured , brearen-the men who in 1848 strove to win Justice and | reedomfor Ireland . Jhey failed , ^ t ^ ould rather fail ^ ith them , than ^ n With their triumphant foes . - PeftBinring Bma , addressed to a lady , were written earlyin the Spring of the present year by one of the State Prisoners-
—PRISON LAYS . I have sotmany friends on earth , -For I am rude of speech and mould ; A child of passion since my birth , 1 scorned the coward ' s weapon—gold . I won no friends with honey-word 3 , . And bound none with a golden chain ; I spofce out truths which pierced like swords And found truth ' s earthly guerdon—pain . Yet some-will seekthe storm and cloud , And some will lore the passionate soul ; -though dark thoughts wrap it like a shroud And vengeance cheers it to its goal . ' And there are some who love me too Though I am rude of speech and mould ; Great spirits I daring hearts and true Whose
" love was never bought by gold . And here , in oldEflmainham ' s walls , I think of them with joy and pride , . And feel that whatsoe ' er befalls , Their thoughts will still be by my side . Though ocean-waves the friends may part , And mountains soar ' tween them and me , The chain that binds true heart to heart Can fling a bridge o ' er mount and sea . And there was one amongst these friends "Who cheered my darkest , loneliest hour ; The sunshine of his friendship blends "With all the clouds which round me low ' r . "Wife of my friend ! _ these simple lines Risefrom the heart , like passion ' s tear ; - A grateful soul the garland twines , And grieves to think the flowers are sear .
" The following lines were written by the per son whose name is affixed , -whilst wandering over the mountains of his native land , chasei as a rebel by military and poliee : —
TO MY WIFE . And what was the world to me , love , Or why should its honours divide The feelings that cent'red in thee , love , As fondly you clung to my side ? Or why should ambition or glory E ' er tempt me to wander so far , For sake of distinction in story , From thee , my love ' struepolar star ? Or , why should I call thee my own , dear , To sport with the life that was thine , Or risk , for a land overthrown , dear , Astakeibat no longer was mine ' Or , why should I pledge for the fallen , "What only belonged to the free ; For had I not gaged life and all on
The faith that was pli ghted to thee 2 And here while I wander alone , love , Beneath the cold shadows of night , Or lie with my head on a stone , love , Awaiting the dawning of light ; My spirit unthralled is returning "Where free from the taint of a slave , Thy beacon of lore is still burning , To light , to direct me , and save . And she , J too , who watches beside thee , And loves as none others could love , To counsel , to cherish , to guide thee , To weep with , but never reprove ; Yes , she too , is lone and unguarded ,
The reed that sue leant on is twain ; Yet though her trust thus be rewarded She'd love that love over again . Michael Dohext . The succeeding lines are from the pen oi another of the exiles who also happily succeeded in escaping from his and his country ' s enemies :
THE SOXG OF TIIE EXILE . The moon ' s cheerless ray o ' er the streamlet was playing , "While silent and sad sat the bird on each tree ; And such was the time that a wanderer was straying Through far distant scenes in the land of the free His eye that once blazed when the battle was barmns , 3 fow scarcely beamed forth a dun light on his smile . And the sighs that arose from the depths of his moiii-nin < r Proclaimed the sad soul of the lonely Exile .
Tar , far , he exclaimed , from the scenes of my childhood—From the ties that endeared me to country and home ; And here through the untrodden ways of the wild ¦ woo d , The tyrant has doomed me an exile to roam : 2 fo land soothing smile here with gladness is glowing , This care-worn heart of its grief to beguile ; 2 Jor here is the cup of true friendship o ' erflowing , To cheer the sad soul of the lonely Exile . The night breeze that blows o ' er the breast of the billow , May softly have sighed throngh my desolate hall , Or brcnth'd o ' er the lute that hangs lone on the willow .
, _ _ TOiere ivy has mantled the urn on the wall : Yon day star that springs o ' er the mist of the mountain Has looked from its throne on my father s black Or dipped its pale ray in the-stream of the fountain , -Winch flows through the fields of the lonely Lxde . But never a « ain will I look on that dwelling . Where liarmonv lived round the spirit of the howl , And erst when the bard on his harp-strings was swelling , Those notes which aroused every joy of the soul Ah . ' nerer nsain will my feelings awaken To pleasures that thr illed thro * my bosom awhile , Far , far from my country—and sad and forsaken—I ' m doomed here to wander a lonely Lxile . Thomas Dillox .
The following fiery lines—true poetry—are from ' the pen of the * talented founder of the " Nation , " whose fortunate escape from the clutches of his persecutors , all true men rejoice at : — ADDRESS OF ST . LATYREXCE TO THE
HUSH CHIEFS "Who were at Peace with the Invader , - * . » , 1171 . BT CHARLES CAVAS DUFFY . Princes , Tanists , Chiefs of Eiriim , wherefore meet we here to-dav ? , , Come yc but to raise the colloid * o ' er our country s lifeless clay ? - ,, ; 11 Come yc here to Avhinc 7 ° ™ ' sorrows for the nib ¦ vourseives have wrought , . . Or to swear you'll buy : redemption at the price ltmaj be bought ? . Once your names wercnames of honour in the cwed Oncfth ? ifon ' " tribe of Odin ( lid not blush to bear Once the proHd Iberian boasted how your royal race
] 3 ut your glory hath gone from you swiftly as the setting sun . And , throughout our desolation , mark ye not (* od s holv hand , , _;_ Smiting us with subtle vengeance for our sins - a « ainst the land ? , -, Frantic feuds and broken factions , selfish ends and And ' thfblackest vice of vices-treason to our sacred trust ! to behold
VAere are all the fiefs he gave you-well govern ^^^ hoiidless ^ oilera- ^ d your ¦ BaSSTSui P ^ Wou . and shall pierce you Till Sri woman ' s tel ^ s are raining princely rage shall thunder too . TYhen the Stranger can * a Stranger , still you gave Aeft SSM ^ Exile , succourwhen he m ££ Z £ i ^ cnt , learning and thought of Ponces ! S he clone a Robber , hadyounot the
afi ^ fci- * . ^ WISSE * ! a convent lay *• *™ - mc ^ St ^ oundashcltcr . and the wounded tender care . _ —
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** " , _ in i um on the mountains j His sister-in law , who came to lun c for ffl and spentsix ^ ^ fjSa ^ tal aid Loaily fa tigue , princes .
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And the prayers of ho l y maidens streamed to hearen night and day , . - ¦ -Like a healing incense , burning all infectious sins away . So . it flourished till the spoiler , Christless more than Hun and Jew , Came-and now the wolf and Saxon share the wreck between the two . ¦ ' - Oh ! dKi !? ° m' ^ aSSailme ' % at times & Wgtt HStLH ? that M » M « * - « olly WeU crfm e eSred - irate B T * " « " ** And fa ? ° SGa tocentre > trust me , hehadheld
« iTe shriak to monfai > ' tis seeming monks should nil your princel y place , And a peaceful priest proclaims you , traitors , black with foul disgrace . Tell me not of leagues and treaties— -treaties sealed infaithastrue As Black Raymond ' s , on the bloody feast of Saint Bartholomew . } But their King will be your father . Tea , and grant you many a grace— - Gyves and fetters from the donjons of his own begotten race ! - - Oh ! disdain this scheme to mesh you hi a net of
knavish words j Thank him as his sons have thank'd him—thank him with your naked swords . Still you doubt I then , royal 3 forman , reeking red with holy blood , Come and lead to newer slaughter all your sacrilegioas brood ; Come in triumph—here are bishops , worn to stone by fast and prayer , . Kone shall question why you send them Beckett ' s bloody shroud to share .
Say , my children , if you doom us to themartyr ' B heavy crown , "With your own dishonour'd weapons strike the priests and prelates down , Better ^ thus than by the stranger , better thus than being cursed "With that hideous daily torture ^ living on to know the worst . And the loyal wives who love you with a fond and generous truth , And the daughters who surround you , with the sunshine of their youth , Drag them to the carnal tyrant as he swoops upon your shore—Meekly you must do his pleasure , nor deny him
evermore . - Oh ! forgive my rash injustice , Heber ' s blood is wroth at wrong . And I see you burn to grapple all the ills we bore so long : . And you'llleague , like royal brothers , till from joyful shore to shore Princely rajre indeed shall thunder , w omen ' s tears shall reign no more . Yes ! like brothers ; let the Psalter link his name with fixed disgrace , "Who , when Eirinn waves her banner , strikes for region , clan , or race , not for Ula
2 Tot for Desmond , ^ dk , not for Ir or Eoghain's seed—But for ocean-girded Eirinn , must our gifted chieftarns bleed . Moran ' s self-denying justice , Dathi ' s world-embracing fame , Fodhla's wisdom , Cormac ' s counsel , holy Padruic's sacred name—And our dear land that gave us kindly culture , state , and gold , Oh ! my children , need you stronger spell-words for the true and bold .
Thus you match and over-match them , be they harnessed breasts and backs—2 Jever Xbrman forged a cuirass could resist an Irish axe ; And be sure your fiery clansmen soon shall mock at their array , As the cowards , clad in iron , fly to horse and ride away . And the dull and slavish Saxons , whipped and lashed by 3 forman hands , Trained to reek the wrongs they suffered on the breasts of kindred land * ; Trained , like mastiffs hi the shambles , at a beck to rend and bite—As the wolves before the beagles , you shall track their bloody flight .
Pause not till each Dun and Towei ' , planted by the stranger's hand , Blazes like a Tiking ' s beacon , guiding them from out the land ! Till the last of all the pirafce 3 to their galleys shall have fled , Shuddering at the dire Gal-tromba || as the trumpet of the dead . Thus shall you be free for ever , thus the promised day shall come , "When the children of the Soldier ^ guard a proud , untrammelled home ; Thus tout memory of the present , like the prophet s jnv , shall seem , "Who , oppressed with fearful danger , waked to find 'twas but a dream .
The exhortation contained in the fifteenth verse of the " Address , " has often been poured into Irish ears , hut in vain . From the days © f " Strongbow" to the present tune , faction has been the curse of the land . Irishmen have been the great workers of their own and their country ' s ruin , " For while their foemen joined in hate , They never joined in love . " The next poem is also from the pen of Mr . Duffy : —
THE IRISH CHIEFS . Oh ! to have lived like an Irasn Cuief , when hearts were'fresh and true . And a manly thought , like a pealing bell , would quicken them through and through ! And one seed of a gen ' rous hope right soon to a fiery action grew , And then would have scorned to talk , and talk , and never a deed to do . Oh ! the iron grasp , And the kindly clasp , And the laugh so fond and gay ; And the roaring board , And the ready sword , "Were the types of that vanished day .
Oh ! to have lived as Brian lived , and to die as Brian died ; His land to win with the sword , and smile as a warrior wins Ms bride . ^ To knit its force in a kingly host , and rule it with kingly pride , And stiTl in the girt of its guardian swords over victor fields to ride : And when age was past , And when death came fast , To look with a softened eye On a happy race "Who had loved his face , And to die as a king should die .
Gh ! to have lived dear Owen ' s life—to live for a solemn end , To Strive for the ruling strength and skill God s saints to the chosen send ; . And to come at length , with that holy strength , the bondage of fraud to rend , , And pour the li . sht of God ' s freedom in where Tvrantsand Slaves were denned ; And to bear the brand "With an equal hand , Like a soldier of Truth andllight , And oli ! Saints , to die , AVliilc our flag flew high , Nor to look on its fall or flight .
Oh ! to have lived as Grattan lived , in the glow of his manly years , To thunder again those mm words that smite like the clash of spears ; Once more to blend for a holy end , our peasants , and priests , and peers , Till England raged , like a baffled fiend , at the tramp of our volunteers . And , oh ! best of all , Far rather to fall ( With a blesseder fate than he , ) On a conquering field , Than one right to yield , Of the Island so proud and free :
Yet scorn to cry on the days of old , when hearts ' were fresh and true , r . . If heartsbcweak , oh ! chiefly thes the Missioned their work must do ; . . Xor wants our day its own fit way , the want is in For these cycThavc seen as kingly a King as CVei « ioir Erin knew . dea And with Brian ' s will , And with Owen's skill , And with g lorious Grattan ' s love , He had freed us soon—But death darkened his noon , And lie sits with the saints above .
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Oh ! could you live as Davis lived—kind Heaven be his bed ! . With an eye to guide , and a hand to rule , and a calm and a kingly head , And a heart from whence , like a Holy Well , the soul of his land was fed , So need to cry on the days of old that your holiest hope be sped . Then scorn to pray For a by-past day—The whine of the sightless dumb ! To the true and wise IiCt a king arise , And a holier day is eome !
Turn we now to the humbler rhymers of our own land . Here are some stirring lines from a working man , who has some of the right stuff in him , hut he commits the mistake of writing too fast . Let him mature his every production with perfect care , and be in no haste to print until he has well thought on , and more than once re-written , his effusions , and he will yet M in no mean share of popularity .
KINGS ARE BUT GIANTS BECAUSE WE KNEEL . Good people , put no faith in Kings , nor merchant princes trust , . Who grind your hearts in mammon ' s press , your faces in the dust ; Trust to your own stout hearts to break the tyrant's dark , dark ban , If yet one spark of freedom lives , let man be true to man .
We 11 never fight again boys , with Yankee , Pole , or Russ , We love the French as brothers , and Frenchmen too love us ; But we will join to crush those fiends whofa'Kall love and liberty ! They are but giants because we kneel—one leap and vp go vie ! Trust not the priests I their words are lies , their hearts are hard and cold , The welcpmest of all their . flock , are fierce wolves fleeced with gold . Rogues all , for hire they prop the laws that make
us poor men sin , • Ah ! though their robes are black without , they ' ve blacker souls within . . The Church and State are linked and sworn to desolate the land , Good people , ' twixt these foxes tails , we'll fling a burning brand . .. . Who fears the worst that they can wreak , that loveth liberty ? They are but giants because we kneel—one leap , and up go zve ! Some brave : and patriot hearts are gone to break beyond the wave , And some who cave then ? lives fjor you , have found
a prison grave . Some have grown old with weeping , some fainted on the way , But Youth still cherisheth within , the light of a better day . Oh ! blessings on high dreaming Youth , God ' s with the ardent band , Their spirits breathe of paradise , they ' re freshest from his hand . And looking on the people ' s might , who doubts they shall be free ? Kings are but Giants became ive hicel—one leap , and up go we I T . Gekaij > Massey .
Another of our friends , who also can pen " thoughts that hreathe and words that burn , " usually contrives to mar his best pieces by aiming at length rather than depth . In the following poem the author will see that we have omitted several stanzas too imperfectly constructed to warrant publication .
THE STRUGGLE . Alas ! for thee , unhappy Innisfail ! Thy best and bravest are upon the sea , Or in the dungeons of thy foemen vile , Fated , alas ! to perish miserably , Or ' neath a tropic sun , heartbroke to die On rocks , which are at best but the sea ' s spoil ; Unhappy land ; when—when shalt thou be free ? In vain for thee , thy patriots' blood may boil ; Bound down beneath the yoke . Shalt thou much longer toil ? The victims of the basest of the base ; Base as are spies—baser their masters far ; Houndlike—ye scent when human blood yc trace ; Tit ministers ye are to Russell ' s car ; Whose looks much like to mummied death ' s heads
are ; Who hails his minions , Powell , Jems , Davis , Dobbvn , Grey . Heaven ' s insulted justice will itself avenge , Fitting for yc the fate of Castlercagh . Powell ! from whose polluting touch even Calcraft shrunk away . And Erin ' s patriots , yo shall ue avenged , By the slow , steady msireh of moving time . Although no cannon ' s point , or musket ranged , In your defence ; when in your summer ' s prime , Careless of those who deemed your deeds as crime , Yc deemed it but your duty , though it did mar ' Your fairest earthly prospects ; perish they may—Cherished your names shall be through ages far Jlitchcl , O'Brien , M'JIanus , gallant Meagher ! There are wet eyes and breaking hearts for 3 'e , And I had wept , hut hope came to my aid , And bade mo not despair of liberty ;
Though tyrants have ' gainst her their hosts arrayed , Pointing the g lancing spear , and baring the red blaHe , Dyed with the blood of slaughtered patriots dead ; In vain they may invoke the warrior ' s trade ; O ' er the wide world shall fly the flag of red , Although it droopcth now , it is unconquered , though betrayed . Yes ! for the red is Democracy ' s flag ! 'Tis hallowed by the patriot martyr's blood , Spilt heretofore on Berlin ' s pavements' flag , Or later still in Paris , where a flood Poured from the bravest of St . Autoine ' s sons who stood True , even to the death ; though shot and shell Rained on the barricades , there , like ft Stag At bay , against their foemon they stood well , F . von women combattcd like heroes till they fell .
Say—shall Vienna's fall be unavenged ? Shall slio be trodden down by Croat and Czech ? Unsated shall the Austrian eagle rage ? How many patriots' blood her wrath may check ? ilow long her talons rend fair freedom ' s neck ? Shall Windischgratz and Jellachich for ever O ' erride her like a death plague from the east With their b arbarian Szecklcrs , shoot and sever The heads of those who fought for freedom?—never never ! Speak , Messenhauser , from thy patriot tomb ! Chief of the many martyred ones who fell ; When death became the patriot ' s daily doom , And murders every morn the dark lists swell , And human fiends exceed the crimes of hell , Urged on by Simonich and Wessenberg . Speak , martyred Blum ! for all Germany waits
To hear the echo that your name swall wake , When in the coming light once more men their lives mu . it stake . Yes ! eighteen forty-eight ! thy aspirations Were ' hig h aud holy ¦ and some of thy dceds _ Brought joy and gladness to the oppress'd nations , Alb ' cit of ' ditterait colours or of creeds . But still beneath the yoke U ^ pania bleeds , And Portug al beneath a Cobourg groans ; And Poland struck , and struck , alas ! in vain ; And Louis Philippe ' s throne was burnt on Paris ' stones , To enthrone other despots , beneath -whom France
still groans . Be it , then , forty-nine , thy holy task To free all nations , and to end the work Of Freedom ' s enemies , who wear the mask Of friends , like wolves , who in sheep ' s clothing And stab her in the dark , and free speech burke . Strike down all eagles , red or black ; yes , all I Unite all Freedom's friends , that when they strike , All tyrannic and feudal power may fall , And the red flag fly triumphant over all ! Alfred Pessbix . We fear that 1849 will not sec the termination of the struggle . But , nil desperandimt ! the Ecd Flag shall yet bo victorious .
: Within the last few months we have received a heap of " poetical" contributions , almost all of which , we arc sorry to say , were not worth publication . " A word to the wise sufneeth . " Those whose " poetical" favours we have not noticed , will understand why . With a few lines from the peu of one of our contributors , we conclude . Of the verses s " eut by the author of the following , we give but three ; the three omitted verses being not up to the inafc'k . Our poetical friend has selected a o-lorious theme , but he has hardly done it justice . SOXG OF THE RED RErUBLIOASB . The only flag I dearly love Is the flag of crimson hue ; For none are seen beneath its folds But the brave , the just , the true . ' Tis the banner which the despot dreads ; ' Tis the symbol of the bravo ; 'Tis the emblem of true liberty ; ' Tis tlW l ^ F ° f cver y sl e !
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My own loved fla » , my darling flag , With thee I'll lead the van Of battle , ' gainst the tyrant hordes , To gain man ' s rights for man ! For vniat is life if Freedom ' s not ? Then who would flinch or fear To strike for heaven-born Liberty , Ilome Hearth , and all that ' s dear ? Then boldly give it to the galo , Ye down-trod of tiie world ; And Truth and Right and brave men ' s might , Shall keep its folds unfurled . ¦ But mark that you do guard it well , . , . To keep'it flying free ; For 'tis Freedom ' s flag , that crimson flag , And that ' s tho flag for me ! Glasgow . Johx n . Mackat .
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SUNSHINE AND SHADOW : A TALE OF THE NINET E E N TH C ENTURY . ; BY TUOMAS MARTIN WHEELER , Late . Secretary to the National Charter Association and National Land Company .
CnAPTEB XII . Come over the son , Maiden with me , . Mine through , sunshine , storm and snow ; Seasons may roll , But the true soul , Burns the same wherever it goes ; let fate frown on , so we love and part noi , Tis life where thou art , ' tis death where thou'rt not . —Moore . For long the wayward mind may not take part In passion's dreams , nor feel the encroaching sway ; The ardent youth , whose buoyant untamed heart In fancy ' s fairy regions dares " to stray , Not all unscathed , uhinjur'd will depart , jjus
soon to passion fall an easy prey ; Imagination may not idly rove Throug h love ' s domain , nor feel the power of love . mi -n Beste . ' ¦ The Esmeralda ; commanded by Capt . Wickham , was bound from Liverpool to Barbadoes , and had on hoard two female passengers with their attendants , and a planter returning from , a visit to England ; she had left Liverpool two days after : the ill-fated Caraden , and had consequently escaped tho height of the storm , but the passengers wore still confined to their cabins by sea sickness , which is usually the case for the first week of tho voyage . On the following day the melancholy task of committing the two female and two male passengers to the waves
was performed , at which ceremony the whole of the ship ' s crew , and those who were able of the Camden , attended ; Mv . Weeks , captain of the Camden , officiating as clergyman . The next day being very fine and calm , the passengers , for the first time , made their appearance on deck . Arthur , who had suffered less from the effect of the shipwreck than many of his fellow-sufferers , was leaning against the ship ' s side when they ascended the ladder from the cabin ; first came a stout elderly lady , the very personification of good living and good humour ; she was the widow of a . merchant residing at D , one of the Windward Islands , and had been to England to assist in celebrating the nuptials of her eldest daughter with the young Lord Cowpens , a nobleman
who counted a long hue of ancestors , each of whom for many generations had maintained the dignity of the name by decreasing the revenue of the domain , until the title was nearly the sole heritage left by the late lord'to its present occupant ; to remedy this inconvenience he consented to barter his title for the gold of the merchant ' s daughter , and Miss Solina Elkinson had lately become the Countess Cowpens , and Mrs . Elkinson was returning home not a little elate at the grand alliance she had contracted , and the increased importance it would g ive her at D . The next figure that advanced up the ladder , —could it be a dream , or was it in reality the image that memory had indelibly imprinted oh his brain , and associated with all the pleasing ideas
of boyhood and youthful recollections ? It was indeed his early playmate , Julia North , now Lady Baldwin , who , unable to obtain a longer respite , was about joining her husband , who was to meet , her at Barbadocs , and who had entrusted her to the matronly care of Mrs . Elkinson , of whose journey to England he was aware ; and proud was she to accept the office of c 7 ta-2 > eron to the lovely , though apparently drooping and low-spirited , wife of the new governor , Sir Jasper Baldwin . The first impulse of Arthur was to rush to Julia North , for ho was unacquainted with her marriage , and renew their former acquaintance , but his natural reserve checked the ardour of his feelings , and ho awaited a more favourable opportunity of discovering himself ; this soon
presented itself , for Capt . Wickham having acquainted the ladies , and Mr . Burke , the planter , alluded to , with the circumstances of the wreck , pointed out to their notice the captain , purser , and passengers of the Camden , as constrained fellow-voyagers with them , unless , indeed , they fell in with a homewardbound American , ;\ s his instructions did not allow of his in any way deviating from his course . Julia at once recognised Arthur , and greeted him with a warmth that surprised the good-natured Mrs . Elkinson , accustomed as she was to her usual quietness of manner . Long and interesting were the explanations which ensued of tho years past since their last mooting . A recurrence to tho scenes of her youth seemed to act as a charm on Lady
Baldwin , and Mrs . Elkinson was deli g hted to see her in such spirits , and unacquainted with hex history , attributed hoi prior direction to the effects of soa sickness , from which she had greatly suffered . Owing to his being a friend of Lady Baldwin ' s , Arthur messed with the passengers at the captain ' s table , and being thus continually in Julia ' s company his boyish love was rekindled , but it was a pure and holy flame , unmixed with aught of selfish wishes . Julia never referred to her marriage , and when Mrs . Elkinson spoke of Sir Jasper her answers were cold but respectful . Arthur knew not of the constraint placed upon her affections , but his penetration soon told him she did not love her husband with that deyotedncss and energy of which he
believed her capable ; he therefore supposed that m this marriage she was guided as much by ambition as by love , and this reflection certainly lowered her in bis estimation ; but we never dwell long on the faults of those we love , especially when love is as it was with him , —a compound of early association , respect , arid admiration . Day after day did he enjoy tho deli g ht of Julia ' s company , and though he evinced not by word or action the love that was hourly increasing within him , yet , almost unconsciously , his words assumed a softer tone , and his eyes a milder glance , when discoursing with his heart's idol , for such she was rapidly becoming ; an idol to be worshipped in secret and in silence ; at whoso altar the votive gifts were sighs and regrets , the
offerings of love s unfortunates . In Arthur ' s feelings of respect there mingled no thought of the difference in their rank or condition in life ; he a fugitive from justice , she a rich and titled bride . Equally , yea more , would he have loved her had she been poor and friendless , —equally- would ho have respected her a poor man ' s br-de as the bride of Sir Jasper Baldwin . And Julia , for such we must list to call her—and Julia , what were her fuoliugs ? Forced into a hateful marriage , her thoughts towards her husband were a mingled compound of fear and loathing . Constant intercourse might have worn the edge off this feeling , but absence had strengthened it , and naught hut the positive injunctions of her parents , and a dread of tho world ' s calumnies ,
would have prevailed upon hoi" to join Sir Jasper . With a sad heart and fearful forebodings , did she leave her parents and her native shores , and not even the good humoured Mrs . Elkinson could raise a smile on her wan cheeks—her whole frame was jarred and unstrung . Passion of any description would have been a relief to her , for listlessness and languor were consuming her very soul . Tho unexpected sight of Arthur Morton ( appearing , too , at a critical period , when the exertion of embarkation , and the effects of sea sickness , bad disposed the mind to receive anything soothing as a positive boon , ) gave a fresh tone to her mind , and struck a latent chord in the shattered instrument , which again spoke of life and beauty . Arthur , as a
playmate , had been a favourite ; in the long years that had passed he had never been entirety forgotten , and in her present isolated situation the remotest acquaintance would have been regarded as a link between her and tho past , and " a refuge from thoughts on the future ; it was no wonder then that she looked upon him with feelings of no ordinary description , —bis modesty , his intelligence , and let us not leave out , his interesting- appearance , gave greater strength to the charm ; there were none others to contrast with him , or cast his good qualities into the shade ; and if idleness be the parent of love , what a host of young Cupids should attend a long voyage . Yes , gentle reader , Julia , if not in love with Arthur , had many symptoms of that disease , and time and opportunity were alone wanting
to develope them , and of these they would havo an abundance . Lpt not the censorious or the prudish blame my heroine . Love in her was no crime , albeit she was the bride of another , —it was the result of feelings as pure as nature ever implanted in human breast : the treachery of her relatives , and the baseness of Sir Jasper , were the circumstances which caused it to verge upon crime—or rather , should we say , retributive justice . Let the saint and the hypocrite rail on—wo write not for their perusal , we heed not their censure ; we picture human nature as it is—veritable flesh and blood—glowing with warm and ardent feelings—feelings which are apt to overpower the judgment ; but far bettor is it so than for us to fall into the Dead Sea waters of apathy , or wallow in the mire of cold and frigid selfishness . ( To be continued . )
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Captain Cook . —A subscription is now being raised for the purpose of erecting a Sunday and day school in the parish of Martin Cleveland , Yorkshire , as a monument to tho memory of the great circumnavigator , Captain Cook , in his native village ,
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A Wonr . D o . v Fihe . —Lieut . Maury , superintendent of the National Observatory , Washington , says , in a late address . " It may he that there is now , at this very time , in the firmament above , a world on fire . Argus , a well-known star in the southern hemisphere , has suddenly blazed forth ; and from the second or third magnitude , now glares with the brilliancy of tiie first . " Christian Names are so called from their having originally been given to converts at baptism as
siibstitutes for their former Pagan appellatives , many of which were borrowed from the names of their gods , and therefore rejected as profane . After the general introduction of Christianity , ' the epithet was still retained , because the imposition of names was ever connected with the earliest of its sacred rites . It is , nevertheless , most incorrect ; since the majority of personal names of modern times arc borrowed from sources unconnected with Christianity . With what propriety can we call Hercules and Diana , Augustus and Julia , or even Henry and Caroline , Christian names ?
An old lady m Iowa , while recently in the woods , was bitteu on the end of her nose b y a rattlesnake . The old lady recovered , but the ' snake died . Coroner ' s verdict— " Poisoned by snuff . " Very Good . —A gentleman residing in a village not many miles from Exeter , finding that tho diminution of his woodpile continued _ after his fires were out , he lay awake one night in Order to obtain , if possible , sonic-clue to the mystery . At an hour when " all honest men should be in bed , "
hearing an operator at work in the yard , ho cautiously raised his chamber window , and saw a lazy neig hbour endeavouring to get a largo log into his wheelbarrow . " You ' re a pretty fellow , " said the owner , "to come here and steal my wood while I sleep . " " Yes , " replied the thief , " and I suppose you would stay up there and see me break my back with lifting , before you'd offer to come down and help me !" The population' ot tho Punjaub is 3 , 500 , 000 , exclusive of the Cashincrians , ' and some other tribes , who may amount to about 1 , 200 , 000 more . ¦
A short time since a tradesman , named James Fell , migrated from Ludgate-hill to Fleet-street , and announced the event in the following manner : — "I FELL From Ludgate Hill ;" under which a wag wrote— * » Oh ! what a fall was there my countryman !" Registering his Vow . —An Irish labourer , sick of the thraldom of strong drink , introduced himself lately to the magistrates of Southwark , and proposed to " go bale " before them to keep the following pledge , ( which he produced in writing ) . - — "Take notice that Pother Hogan , of Caslragin , in the county of kerri , hear by taiks his Oth ncvir to dhrinke a glass of Sperret , good , bad , or indifferent , ONLY TO KEPE DOWN TUB VIGETAMLES . "
Wealth xo Guarantee to Patriotism . —In this last French Revolution the wealthy have allowed their fears to overmaster them , to a most ridiculous extent . They scampered away frcm Paris with all the disgrace and disorder of a panic—adding one more testimony to the fact , that the best supporters of society are not those who have what ; is called a stake in the country , hut those who arc attached by necessity to the soil . —Eclectic Review . The Hoyal Maternity Institution has existed a century , and in tint period has administered relief to 400 , 000 poor married women . Last year presented an increase oi 231 cases , It appears that the net cost of a mile of the main line of tho Kortli Western , with S 2 lb . rails , and estimating tho sleepers to last twelve years , has been £ 2 , 035—or with sleepers to last twenty years , £ 2350 per mile .
, L ^« w . * 1 V tat Second Personal Names . —Until about the commencement of the seventeenth century no material change in the designations of Englishmen had occurred since the days of tho e . ii'lioi Edwards , when surnames were generally adopted . John do la Barre , it is true , liad become plain John Bany and Roger atto Hylle had softened to Roger Hill ; but still the principle of a single Christian name , and a single surname had been maintained throughout . About the period alluded to , the innovation of a second personal name occurs , though but very
rarely . The practice was imported from the continent , where it seems to have originated among tiie literati in imitation of the tria nbmina of antiquity . The accessien of the many-named house of Brunswick may be said to have rendered it somewhat fashionable ; and during the last century it lias become every yoai more common . Should the fashion continue , it is probable that at the close of the nineteenth century it will boas difficult to find a Unominated person in this country as it is in France at the present day .
LADY JUNE . Ilere she comes with broidered kirtle ; here she isthe lady June , Singing , like a ballad minstrel , many a gay and < laughing tune . Lot us seo what she is dressed in—let us learn the " mode " she brings—For maiden never looked so lovely , though she Yi ear but simple things . See her robe is richly woven of the greenest forest leaves , With full bows of honeysuckle looping up the flowing sleeves .
See the fragrant marsh-flag plaited , forms her yellow tassclled sash , With the diamond studs upon it , flung there by tho river splash . Sep . hcv flounces , widel y swelling , as the Zephyr ' s wings go past , Made ot roses , with the woodbine ' s perfumed thread to stitch them fast . Sec tho foxglove ' s bell of crimson , and the poppy ' s sc&vlctbud , ' Mid her tresses , bright and vivid as the sunset ' s ruby scud .
See the fresh and luscious bouquet that she scatters in her way ; It is nothing but a handful she has snatched of newmown hay . See , her garments have been fashioned by a free and simple hand , But tell me , have you seen a lady look more beautiful and grand ? Yon old man has quite forgotten what his errand was , I ween , As he stares with listless pleasure Gn hoi' gal'niOlltfolds of green . Busy dealers pause a moment in their hurry after gain , Thinking there is something joyous in her trolling carol strain .
Youths and maidens track her closely till her footsteps blvtlioly minffle In the Held and by tho strcamlct , up the hill aud through the dingle . Children fondly gather round her , prying into leaf aiid blossom , Pilfering , with tiny fingers , jewels from her very bosom . Here she comes with fairy footsteps , chaunting over as she runs , Ditty words that soothe the mournful , and enchant the happy ones . Here she comes with broidered kirtlo , and . we'll list what Lady June May be telling out so sweetly in thai merry dancing tune . Eliza Cook ' s Journal .
Financial ItoonM . — Mr . C ' obdcn advocates a change in the form of the blue books from folio to octavo , and promises a saving of from twenty to thirty per cent , by the alteration . —[ Humbug !] Family Peiisoxal Names . —The use of a family name as a baptismal appellation is an innovation oi the seventeenth century . Tho genealogist will at once sec its utility ; and I would again suggest to parents the desirableness of inserting the maternal family name between the proper name of baptism and the surname , as James Morton Wilson , lienry Smith Bradley . I would indeed go further , and
add the maiden family name of the wife to the surname of the husband ; thus , if a Charles Harrison married a Mary Bradshawo , they should thereupon write themselves respectively Charles BradsJiawolliirrison and Mary Briidshawc-Harrison . If vanity unites in the same escutcheon the arms of the wife with those of her lord , ought not affection in like manner to blend their names ? This usage is voluntarily followed at Geneva and in many provinces of France ; and it serves to distinguish the bacheior from the married man . . . _ ¦
Well Matched . —Don Miguel dc Bvaganza , the ex-kin" of Portugal , lias taken up his aboue at Bcxhili in the neig hbourhood of St . Leonards , where Louis Philip pe is his near neighbour . " Mat i man marry his wife s sister ? is a question which can only be properly answered by the sister herself when the widower pops tho question . " Wkll Pat , Jim didn't quite kill you with that brickbat , did he ? " " jS o ; but I wish ho had . " " What for ? " " So I could ' a scon him hung , tiie villain ! " n Some one on reading a placard of the Opera , in which Madame Dorus Gras was to sing the character allotteu to Miss Hayes , said , " lie wondered how tho substitution oi grass for hays , would be relished inthcstoWs . "
A sluttish housemaid exclaimed , when scolded for the untidiness of her chambers , "I ' m sure the rooms would be clean enough if it were not for the nasty sun which is always showing the dirty cornel's !" WiioKVKnioc-Ks'fov a friend without imperfections will never find what ho wants . Wo love ourselves with all our faults , and wo ought to love our friends in like manner . Slander . —The slanderer docs harm to three persons at once ; to him of whom he says the ill , to whom ho says it , and most of all to liimself , in saying it .
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Tiie Rorulah Remedy. Darr's Life Pills. 1. Whii-H Are Acknowlegccl To Be All That Is Required To Conquer Disease And Prolong Lift'.
TIIE rorULAH REMEDY . DARR'S LIFE PILLS . 1 . Whii-h are acknowlegccl to be all that is required to conquer Disease and Prolong Lift ' .
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Northern Star (1837-1852), June 23, 1849, page 3, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse2.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1527/page/3/
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