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A CHRISTMAS GARLAND . ^ A many Christmas , " gentle reader , and may thy felicity be all that we conld and do Irish , all that ire would hare , were we the master of ihy destiny . Of all ibe days In the year , —no matter how beantiful may be the holidays afforded us by Tern&l spring , glonoos summer , and luxuriant autumn ; of all the times and seasons that we can dutch from the dull routine of " bnanes ? ' * ' and labour , —alas , too few , —commend us to Christmas before each and alL Of all popular festivals , this is the most popular and the most" he&rt-iinproviiyj * , the one that best callB forth our kindliest sympathies / reminding us that we h&Ye other and higher Unties than that of mopey-grnbbin £ , or even always thinking of toil—toil in search of that which- the poor man , beie ever so industrious , but rarely finds ,
—the means of even humble living . ChristmaB , we say , reminds ns of other tilings ; calls back the days when in boyhood ' s time onr hearts were light ; when we had no thought of the morrow , —or , if we had , beheTed that the fntnre would be as Eunny as the present . Whenlaaovnng nothing of " The oppraooFa wrong , the proud aian ' a contumely , " wejfcongbt the world lovely , and therefore loved it / Xi 3 well to call back those feelings , They prevent the corroding of heart , which onr peity huxterings and party strivings in this age of money" would otherwise be sure to produce . ' 333 well , too , to be " merry and wise f well to ' casi off the fetters of care and cleanse as it were the soul from fts cob ' wehs of thrift ; we are the better for such unbend ' ings ; such *—temporary though they be , —returns to nature ; and from , that natural state we should aeTer have departed
It is . wen , too , that the hospitalities of Christmas come , to remind us of our suffering or less fortunate fellow-creatures . We mayhxre onr sorrows and wants , kut -we are none the less able to bear oni own load by lending a helping hand to lighten that of others ; An inquiry into the trial * of our neighbours will show not a few of us that we are not the most unfortunate , thereby encouraging us to bear Trith fortitude out own fighter troubles , ana afford our sympathetic aid to those on whom fate baa frowned more sternly . We have said that we lore ChristmaB ; and to quote Xeigh Hunt , —would that we had his sweet p « n to write upon this subject— "Wehava always loved it ,
and ever shall ; because ( to sire a child ' s reason , and a -rery good one , too , in this instance , ) Christmas-day ij Christmas-day ; beesaae of the hollies and other evergreens which people conspire to bring iuto cities and houses on this day , making alrind of summer in winter , and reminding us that The poetry of earth isnever dead ;' because of the fine things which the poets and otben have said of it ; because there is so business going on , and ' Mammon * is suspended ; and lastly , because 2 f ew Tears * Day and Twelfth Night comeafter it ; that is to say , because it is the leader of a set of holidays , and the spirit is net beaten down into common-place ike moment it is otct , Jt doses and begins the ye&i With cheerfolneaa . "
There , reader , after quoting the above , how is it possible for us to go back again to our own prosy Bcribbling ? No , no ; if wb can gather such bright flowers as these in the garden of literature , ve will even do so , not doubting but that ire shall thereby much better jileasa the reader , than by attempting anything further from our own pen . As in ^ luty bound , we should hare commenced with something about the " . season ; " but unfortunately the present weather ( that greatest of all concerns of an Eaglu&man ' B life ) la quite out of season . It would be useless to attempt to write in the strains of
" Cease , rude Boreas , blustering railer !** when the fact is , that the wildest of summer zephyrs could not less annoy than the gentle breezes that at present greet ns in town and country . Useless , too , would be any attempt to write about " wintry blasts " and "blssing fires , " when the former is u yetunfelt , and the latter would be insufferable . Still as our foggy atmosphere is notoriously inconstant , it is not at all improbable that ere this reaches the eye of the reader , 01 before the Christmas joint smokes before him , the present scene , telling rather of spring tkan winter , may be entirely changed . Be that as it may , poets haTe a license which others haTe not ; and thongh-no poets ourselves , we trust we iave a proper appreciation of the yoetie iwauHes of others . Here , then , is
A 1 AT FOB W 12 TTEB . - B"I JESSE HAMMOND . Ihe trees axe all bare , and the fiowTs are all gone , And nature ' s sweet minstrel Bare mute in the groTe ; The -world seems a desert all dreary and lone , Por winter is round me wherever I roTe 'Xis morn , and the turbulent night-winds are stDl , While the snow-wreath is left to preside o ' er the plain , So the passion ' s are huBh'd , yet my bosom is chill , As if hops would ne ' er brighten the prospect again . Hie sun dimly shines through the gathering mist , And shadows seem spreading the 3 anc ! . " -cape around , As if his faint beam nature ' s bare bosom kiss'd , Where no beauty is blooming , no fioWrets are found ; lis noon , and I stze on hid last fading ray ,
As it lingers awhile on the snow ^ esTer'd plain ; And in sadness I stand at the close of the day , As if hope would ne ' er gladden the prospect again . 3 nt elonds gather over ths desolate scene , As if shrouding a desert all barren and bars ; And winter's white mantle for spring ' s lovely green , Awhil 9 dreary nature is destin'd to -wear . Tis night ; yetihfl stars shine all brightly abore , And the moon sheds a smile on winter ' s domain , So hope sweetly breaks -with s -tmSou » f lore , And spring will soen gladden this bosom again . And nereis another on the same subject , not quite « o good as the above , but our readers may hare seen worse .
OLD WINTER IS COME . OUJ Winter it come in earnest—alicki How icy and cold is he I ? -:-He cares not a pin for a shivering back ; He ' s a saucy old chap to white and black ; He whistles his chills with a wonderful knack , For a jolly oldiellow ia he ! A witty old fellow this Winter ia ; A mighty old fellow of glee ; He cracks his jokes on the pretty sweet miss , The wrinkled old maiden unfit to tisa , And freezes the obw of their lips—lor this Is the way with such fellows as he I
Old Winter ' s b frolicksoHie"blade 1 wot ; He is wild in his humour , and free ! He'll whistle along for the " want of thought , " " And set all the -warmth of our furs at nought , Andrcffla the laces the pretty girls bought ; For a frolicksome fellow is he ' ! Old Winter is blowing his gusts along , And merrily shaking thetree 1 From morning to night he will sing his song ; Jfotr meaning and snort—now howling and long , His . . voice is loud for his longs are strong—A merry old fellow is he l
Oia Winter's a wicked old chap I ween-As wicked as ever yon'll see ; He -withers the sewers so fiesb and green—An- * he bites the pert nose of the miss of sixteen , As Ftt flippantly walks in maidenly sheen—A -wicked old fellow is he . Old Winters a tough old fellow for blows , As tough as ever you'll see : He"S trip tfp out trerters , ana xenfl our clothes , Aid eufEkn our limbs from fingers to toes-He minds not the cry of his friends or his foes : A driving old fellow is he .
A carding old fellow is Wiater they say ; A ennning old fellow is he ; Be jrepBin the crtTices oay by itey , To sis how we ' re passing our time away , And uiarkall our doings from grave to gay—¦ I ' m afraid he is peeping at me . Having so tar prefaced , it is time we said something about Ch ^ simas itself : but hold ; we had -B ^ ell nijh forgotten cur promise just made , that we would gather honey Ik m the flowers of others rather than attempt to manu'scture on onr own account . Well , what hare wts here ? Who bat our old friend Punch ! Punch too with his Ccrietmas Piece . He presets you wnn the 11 coHi-OiinieEts -of ttfi seaEon . " Bere are
the—«• 1 OBT WAITS "We , tie regnlar Ministerisl Waits , who haTe cheered you with Income Tax Quadrilles and soothe * you into soft slumbers by the btautifnl turns and Tariations of our political Waltzes , humbly call upon JOB for yonr kind contributions . "We " haTe been plsyiEg in Concert , to lull yon into fargetfnlness ; and , in all matters , cur trumpets have been blowing hot and cold , -while cur masures hare been stealing oTer your enslaTed saises . " SiA ^ LX-y , Double Bass ; " Jahxs fiaiBiU , Serpsnt ; "B . Pebl , Leader of . the Band- " Ani here are cm old friends who hare been waiting these two Jlsts past on the wrong side cf the Treasury bench , the— " "HTHIG -V TAHS .
" We , the old Whig Wsite , -r ho h&Te been cow waiting for upwards of two years , and playing a tariety of Tunes , humbly solicit your bounty Bt the present Fcstire period . We beg leare te remind yon tbBt we have bo eonnertioB whsttTer with the Tory Dead Weights , Who , ty imitating cf our Airs , and playing the same strains as we have been in the habit of doing , haTe endea-Toured to i&pose epos yoar generosity . " J . Bcssxu ., Pirst Fiddle ; ' Palmeesto ? , Trumpet . " The f olioTFiDg " caTd" needs no itcemmesdaticn . ' THE DrSTlTEX ' S CiSD .
B ¥ e the regulsr PaBtmen , shoEiiconEtEnay veqaiiing Ten to ccibb co-wn wia you ? Dail , ccuit r _ uad as -asrisl fcr jrc _ - € ratritctions . PitiSt to rrmrintti that we are the regular GonserViUvf ^ - ' . irr 3 , -srho have aiways Scw ^ lsd year AshiE .
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" Be sure to ask for a medal , representing on one side the * Victory of the Tories over the Whigs in 1841 / and on the reverse A Pair of Scales—one Fixed and the rther Sliding , * " If any one should basely apply on Our behalf , saying that he is our principal , please to take notice that we are All alike , and have no Principles . ( Signed ) ** Gotn . Bmer . " Bipon . «• Gladstone . " Poor Lord Brougham ! The " Scavenger ' s card" is rather "too bad" even torPimch , we are not sufficiently ill-humoured ! just now to quote it . Onr friends the Teetotalers will , -we are sure , be proud to recognize and reward the honourable labours of the undersigned functionary : —
"THB TtfEKCQCK ' S APPBAX FOB A CHBISTMAS-BOX-*• Esteemed Teetotalers , —When your waterjogs bts sparkling at this festive season with the pure and limpid element , please to remember me , your indefatigable and unflinching Turncock . By yeur kini Christmas-box I shall be enabled to drink your health in a bowl of foaming New River . Please to recollect that it is the Turncock -who contributes to the pleasures of the Tea and Breakfast Table , by converting your pint of milk Into a qnart , and transforming useless chalk into a comparatively wholesome beverage . Dont forget to ask for the Temperance medaL " Your constant dilutes "Ana swamper In ordinary , "Theobald Mathew . "
The poet says , " from grave to gay . " We reverse this . We began with the gay , and . now for the grave . We shall join ixi the roar of seasonable mirth none the less heartier , if we listen to the wail of sorrow , and , listening , endeavour to dry up the complainer ' s tears . Here is
THE SOSG OT ? THE SHIRT . With ringers weary and worn , With eyelids heavy ard red , A -woman sat , in nnwomsTily rags , Plying her needle and thread—Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty , hunger , and dirt , And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the " Song of the Shirt !" Workl work ! work ! While the cock is crowing aloof ! And work—work—work , Till the stars shine through the roof ! It ' s 01 to be a ala \ a Along with the barbarous Turk , Where woman basrtver a soul to save , If this is Chritf ' iu work !
WoTk—work—woik Till the brain begins te swim ; Work—work—work Till the eyes are heavy and dim ! Seam , and gusset , and band , Baud , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep , And sew them on in a dream I O . » men , with sisters dear ! O ! men ! with mothers and wives ! It ia not linen you ' re wearing ont , But human creatures * lives ! Stitch—stitch—stitch , In poTerty , hunger , and dirt , Sewing at once with a double thread , A shroud as well as a shirt .
Bnt why do I talk of Death ! That phantom of grisly bone , I hardly fear his terrible shape , It seems so like my own . It seems so like my own , Because of the fasts I keep . 0 ! God ! that bread should be so dear , And flesh and blood so cheap ! Work—work—work ! My labour never flags ; And where are its wages ? A bed of straw , A crust of bread—and rags . That shattered roof—and this naked floor—A table—a broken chair—And a wall so blank , my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there !
Work—work—work ! From weary chime to chime , Work—work—wcrk—As prisoners work for crime ! Band , and gusset , and seam , Seam , and gusset , and band , Till the heart is sick , and the brain benumb'd , As well a * the weary band . Work—work—work , In the dull December light , And work—work- ^ wurk , When the weather is warm and bright ; While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling , As if to show me tbeii sunny backs , And twit me with the spring .
O ! but to breathe the breath Of the eowslip and primrose sweet"Witb the a * y above my bead , And the grass beneath my feet , For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel , Before I knew the woes of want , And the walk that costs a meal ! O ! but for oce short hour ! A respite , however brief ! 2 fo blessed leisure for Love or Hope , But only time for Grief ! A little weeping would ease my heart Bat in their briny bed My tears must stop , for every drop Hinderi needle and thread !
With fingers weary and worn , With eyelids heavy and red , A woman sate i ..- unwomanly rags , Plying her needle and thread—Stitch ! stitchi stitch ! In poverty , hunger , and dirt , And still with a voice of dolorous pitch , Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !" Reader , don't you remember the carol that delighted your boyhood ? Beginning with" God bless you , merry gentlemen , let nothing you dismay ;'' and every verse ending with" It brings tidings of comfort and joy . " Alas , where is the " comfort and joy ' for the poor shirt stitcher ?
And reader , does not thine ears tingle—( ours—do ) as the ^ nestion strikes throu gh thee ; "Whohas attempted to save the lorn widow from the deep damnation ( 'tis a hard word but a true one ) " of work , work , work ? " Hast tbon ? " Bnt you will say , perhaps , what have you to do with it . Ton are yonrself a very pariah in society , treated worse n » m the beasts by those who monopolise power and social wealth—even the wealth that yon have created ; and that you cin neither relieve-the distressed , nor protect the wronged . True , brother ; doubtless , too true ; and yet we think all ( ourselves inclnded ) might do more , if each would only try . Vtx jpopuli , vos Dti , is a troth : but , alas , how rarely can the voice of the millions be raised in unison to
thunder in the eais of the rich and powerful the decrees of eternal justice ! Bnt now this Christmas time , let each of our readers see what he can do to lessen the mountain of misery , " even if it be by only one atom . No matter thongh tbou art as poor as a I * ic € * U » h » e stockingei 01 » CraabeTl&nd ¦ weaver : still try . Then hast human sympathies ; then call them foith . A exust given to the beggar ' s ebild ; a piece o ? thy Christmas cake or puiding to the factory boy , who , poor little fellow , though he works to keep his parents , yet cannot be rewarded with the " old English fart >"—the fare which all had before Moiocb insisted on the sacrifice of humanity ' s little onea
to glut tbe avariee of the "Kinjs of Gold "; a basin of " something traim" to cheer the heart of the old dame , whose only stay is the miserably doled " out-door relief ; " huppj if she can get that , and so escape the dreaded " Union *"; and lastly , " Old Ironsides , " the pensioner , -who fought under Abererombie , or It may be , fired his retreating shot a * Coranna , or gained his poor p&itry medal on the field of that " crowning carnage , " Waterloo ; no matter , heartily as we detest war , and hate all " great heroes , " " victors of a hundred fights" and what not , much as we abhor all these , we most confess that s&vertbeleEs -we have & warm heart towards the old pensioner , whether he
" Shoulders his crutch axd ehoWB how fields were won , " Or sailed *« under Duncan , Howe ,, and Jervis , And along with gallant Nelson , sung ont , Yo heave 0 : " He knew nothing of politics , He fought for " King and Country " , as he believes all "true Britons" should do True we see in him a man whose energies , both physical and moral , h » ve beenfearfnlly misdirected , tut U Mt Uachers and rvlers regxwaWe for thai : hi is an honest man , therefore welcome him . Let him fill his pipe , and let bis glass be " warm with" —not too mueh of the water , for he don't understand the ethics of out friend the " Turncock . " Be is seated now , and well he ¦ will reward you with glorious old tales of
« ' Moving accidents fey flood and field " in return for your generous hospitality . Reader try if tbon canst dp even only one of tte above good turns . " and tbou wilt betb * happier for it , even thongh it he but the crust to the wanderer ' s child , listen not to the cant about rt charity begins at home , " and the number of * ' impostors" that are abrsad . God help ; ub if this doctrine was generally believed in , what would the homeless do ? And we that have hoses , how many of ns have been indebted to the kindly sympathies of strangers -wfcen in sickness sdA trouble ! As to " jmpostonr
tbere are woi £ S tian " beggars brats . ' * We could find them amongst those clad in the robe oMhe legi »! ator , ur cotereo with the shovel bat of the divine , " impostor * " wb . blunder , not pence but pounds , from tba ai-rtonheu i ^ itr * . Better , reader , that thou give
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even to ninety and nine " impostors " , than risk the passing by of bnt one veritable Son of sorrow or daughter of misfortune . But hold : here we are again at high pressure speed , altogether unmindful of our promise ; but fortunately , just in the nick of time , comes the poet to help us out of our dilemma ; and what though the lines are from the old " Church and King , " red-hot Tory John Ball , they are good notwithstanding , for they speak tetue heart , and come in good season to enforce our appeal
to—REMEMBER TBE POOR ! O , REMEMBER THE POOR ! Tis cold , bitter cold ' . and the ni (? ht-wind is blowing On the cheek of tbe wanderer , destined to stray Through this City 0 / Palaces , houseless , unknowing Where a refuge or shelter to lad , till the day I In the tbin garb of want , bowed by sickness and sorrow . He wistful looks up to Prosperity ' s door ; Then dejected sinks down with no hope for tbe morrow . Remember tbe poor 2 O , remember the poor ! Twas God made us all . ' and , though various in station , To that Being who reigns in yon beautiful sphere His children ate all of Humanity ' s nation" Odr Father in heaven ! " 0 ! think of that prayer f And they to His faith who are firmly addicted Will feel if on some He has lavished wealth ' s store , It is that the rich may relieve the afflicted . Remember the poor ! O , remember the peo ' r I
Here comes tha ( we beg leave to ehriBten it ) Magazine for Vie Millions , otherwise called Douglas Jerrolds Illuminated Magazine . We are told in a publisher ' s note that the good , the kind-hearted Editor ; be wbo , with his magic pen has made so many love tbe true , the bright , tbe beautiful , is confined to a Bick Bed . Hence tbe absence of those glorious emanations of thought from the current month ' s number . Is confined ? let us hope we may now say was . O ! may health-restored , lighten up the heart and eye of our sweetest of all popular writers , that he may quaff the wassail bowl , and enjoy nnder the glorious old misletoe all that happiness and unalloyed felicity which his many thousands of admirers will fervently pray may be bis guerdon . From the pen of another writer in tbe Illuminated we fi
nd" A CHRISTMAS CANTICLE . " Wonld tbat we could transfer tbe entire to our columns ; but this is not possible , bo out readers must be content with the following extracts : — " So now is come our joyfol'st feast ; Let every man be jolly ; Each room with ivy leaves is drest , And every > ost is holly . Though some churls at our mirth repine , Round your foreheads garlands twine '• Drown sorrow in a cup of wine . And let us all be merry . "
" Now does old Father ChrlBtmas , with a reverend yet joyous mien , heralding a goodly train of wassftilers and glee-men , proclaim through all the realma of Christendom a high and hearty festival , bidding mankind to rest them for a space from toil , and yield without reserve to wholesome joy and unlicentious revelry ; and at his bidding , mirth and hospitality arise , and exercise benevolent sway , reigning in undisputed sovereignly , and welcomed universally with loud and fervent acclamation . " Now do the spells of home revive in their ancient
weight , within many a household band , long sundered from the hearths round which they clustered In their early childhood ; and tbe young wife , who had well * nigh forgotten the innocent gambols of her girlhood , feels her heart quicken at the music-sounds of her hoyden sister ' s voice ; and the brother , who in the struggles and the turmoil of a selfish world , had soiled the free fair spirit of his youth , regains some portion of the frankness and sincerity that were his pride of old , among familiar faces and the well remembered haunta of happy boyhood .
" Now dots the mystic misletoe depend from porch and ceiling in many a stately house and many a lowly cottage throughout the length and breadth of " raerrie England" ; and now does the peachy cheek of gentle maiden , caught by surprise beneath its licence-giving brsnehes , glow with a rich rose blush , raised transiently by the hearty impress of the startling kiss . Now as the waits startle the drowsy ear of night with their harmonious discord , and choleric old gentlemen , aroused from their first sleep , invoke the plagues of Egypt to rain on all such 8 omni ( ugous minstrels , and once more bury their beads within their yielding pillows , to woo old Somnus to their drooping eyelids . Now do postmen , coachmen , watchmen , beadles , pew-openers , shopmen , milkmen , scavengers , waiters , and errand-boys , grow superlatively and unaccountably civil , to the
innocent amazement of yourself , until boxing-day arrives , and then the mystery is solved—the reason manifest . Now tbe small green-coated boys , with swollen red hands , blue cheeks , and frozen noses , looking all shrunk and shivering , obtrude their long and pictured scrawls of caligrapby tipon your netice , and crave , with bated breath , some numismatic token of your approbation . Now Is a walk upon a breizy common , with wind due east , the snow-knee deep , and the thermometer below freezing-point ,- a feat of valorous daring . Now is a blacksmith ' s forge , on a frosty night , a comfortable and cheery thing to look upon . No-w are the butchers prodigal of their smiles and gas , lavish in fair white cloths and berried holly , and rivals in the display of huge and over-fed carcases , especially in beeves . Now do grocers alluringly set forth a rich array of spices and fruits , candies and conserves , product of
< India , Bast or West , or Middle Shore , In Pontus , or the Punic Coast , or where Alcinous reigned . * Now do old alms-men , who have out-lived their kindred and generation , resort for warmth and converse to tbe rude settles ranged before kitchen-fir « c , and mutter between their shrivelled lips and toothless gums , old tales of by-gone days and Christmas celebration , — ' I n their hot youth , when George the Third was king . ' " Now do the visages of thriftless debtors look blank and rueful , and creditors baiard wide calculations on tbe settling-day . Now is there awful carnage among
turkeys , destruction In the game-field , and slaughter in tbe barn-yard ; Now are the * up' coaohes laden with defunct and feathered bipeds from the country , and the ' down * freighted with living and smoke-dried importations from the city . Now are those all important functionaries , the cooks , stirring betimes , and very crimson are their rotund shining frontispieces , and very red their sonnd plump arms , very greasy their chubby fingers , very eloquent their untiring tongues , in ' amorous descant ' on their joints and puddings beneath their supervision , and very oneioxiB their Jabsura deemed—to toil when all the world keeps holiday 1
" Now do the bright and laughing faces of happy youth peer at you from within and without the laden stages , swarming post-chaises , and vehicles of every description , and their loud laughter rings in loud and joyful peals above tbe clattering hocfa and Tumbling wheels th » t speed them on their journey ; and every milestone that is left behind serves to make those faces brighter—that ; laughter louder than before : and now do tbe radiant countenances of delighted childhood , beaming with boisterous mirth at every magic change of H&rltqain , mischance of Pantaloon , gesture and grimace of Ciown , meet you in every well filled box , pit , gallery , of the gay and crowded theatre . Now in the long dark winter evenings do humble companies of five and
six huddle around your doer , cbaunting rude carols of 1 the seven good joys that Mary had , ' with many a natural trill and quaver , in patient expectancy of some remunerating pittance . Now do the quiet dim interiors of grey old village churches show straDgely and solemnly festooned with wreaths of glossy evar-greens ; and monkish carvings look grimly through the dark and shining leaves ; and vaulted roofs give pleasant echoes to tbe choral anthpms of children clad and taught by charity . Now does the treat dining-room at « the old house at home , ' with its dark shining wainscoting , its heavy drapery , its huge wood fire , tbe gleesome circle there assembled , the sparkling wines and beaming faces , looked as it looked of yore— ' a love-lit winter home . '"
i-faith pretty long extracts , we ' ve given after all , but indeed all was bo good , we cid not know where to stop . A word in passing . This is , as we before said , the Magazine / or ( fte Millions ; if not the very best o ! all the monthlies , it is at least the sweetest to our taste . Buy it , gentle public ; and sure we are yon will unhesitatingly return the like verdict each for yourselves . But now having got fairly into the circle of a Christmas fireside , 'tis time we had a song . Well , then , well start with something from glorious Tom Moore . Bnt how are we to chooBe ? Here ' s " Ladies' Eyes ; ' " Fill the Bowl "; " Fly not yet ; " but we must choose somewher * . We cant Bing above one BOng at a time ;
so—COM E , SEND ROUND THE WINE . Come , send round the wine , and leave points of belief To simpleton sages and reasoning fools ; This moment ' s a flower too fair and too brief To bewither'd and stain'd by the dost ef the schools . Your glaBs may be purple , and mine may be blue ; Bnt while they are fill'd from the same bright bowl , The fool who would quarrel for difference of hue Deserves not the comfort they shed o ' er the soul . Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In tbe cause of mankind , if out creeds agree ? Sball I give up the friend 1 have valued and tried , If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly , To seek somewhere else a more orthodex kiss 1 TXo 1 perish the hearts and the laws that would try Truth , valour , or love , by a standard like this . Bnt here ' s pur eld favourite > Vom the glerloua Ayr shire ploughman—immortal Burns . : —
A HAN ' S A MAN JOB A' THAT . Is there , for honest poverty , That hangs bis head , and a' that ? The coward-slave , we pass him by , And dare be poor for a' that ; For a' that , and a' that , Our toils obscure and a' that , The rank is but the guinea ' s stamp , The man ' s the gowd for a tbat . What though on namely fare we dine , Wear hodden grey , and a * that ; Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine , A man ' s & man , for a' that :
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For a * that , and a' that ; Their tinsel show and a'that ; Tbe honest man , though e ' er sae poor , Is king o' men f o » a' that Ye see you' blrkCe , ca'd a lord , Wha struts , and stares , and a * that : Though hundreds worship at his word , He ' s but a coof for a' that : For a ' that and a * that , His riband , star , and a' that : The pride of independent mind , He looks and laughs at a , " that . A prince can mak a belted knight ' A marquis , duke , and a' that ; But an honest man ' s aboon his might , Guid faith ! he maunna fa' that ! For a'that , and a'that .
Their dignities , and a * that ; The pith o ' sense , and pride o ' worth , I Are higher rankB than a * that Then let us pray that come it may , Ab come it will for a' that , That sense Snd worth , o'er a' the eartt . May bea * the gree ' and a' tbat : For a ' that and a ' that , It ' s coming yet , for a' that , That man to man the warld o ' er , Shall brithers be for a' that . OI what a " yam , " as the sailors say , we might spin on the above song ; but , no ! the printer is Inexorable ; his flat of " no room" ia like the oath of the " immortal gods , " and "thelaws of the Medes and Persians , " not to be gains&yed .
Well , then , the well-piled fire has had another stir : a litUe more ' warm with" is reeking before us ; and now for another aeng . "If you please , ladies and Gentlemen , " nays a young enthusiast" ( would that we Were always enthusiasts ! i " the last song waa so goeel that another from another of our Northern bards I should prefer to give ; for , in my humble opinion , there are no lyrics like those of bonnie Scotland . " This is unanimously applauded by all save one old superannuated tar , seated by the fire , who thinks there ate no songs like " Poor Tom Bowling , " " Black-Eyed Susan , " and ? 'Will Watch" ; and , in truth , we have sometimes been of the same opinion . For , if the thing to be admired is beautiful , we hate to spoil it by " odious comparisons . " But bush ! the " enthusiast" proceeds Hark ! ' tis the melody of Robert Nicol !
WE ' LL MaK THE WARLD BETTER YET The braw fouk crash the puir fouk doon , An' bluid an * tears are rinnin' het ; An'muckle ill an' muckle me . We a' upo' the earth hae met : An * falsehood aft cornea bautdly forth , An' on the throne o * truth doth sit ; But true hearts a '—gae work awa * — We'll mak' the warld better yet I Though superstition , band in-hand ¦ Wi' prejudice—that , gruesome hag-r—Gangs liokin'still ; though misers mak ' their heaven 0 'a siller bag ; Though ignorance , wi bluidy hand , Ia tryin' slavery's bonds to knit ; Pat knee to knee , ye bauld an' free , We'll mak' the world better yet !
See yonder coof wha backs an' boos ' . To yonder fule wha's ca ' ed a lord ; See yon ler gowd-bedizzsn'd wight—Ton fopling o the bluidless sword . faith dlave an' lord , an ' soldier , too , Miun honest grow or quickly flit ; For freemen a ' , baith grit an * sma' , . We'll mak' the warld better yet ! Yon dreamer tolls us o * a land , He frae his atoy brain hath made—A land where trutb and honesty . Uae crushed the serpent falsehood ' s head But by the names 0 ' love an' joy , An' common sense , an' lear , an' wit , Put back to back—an' in a crack We'll mak' our warld better yet I
The knaves an fules may rage an' storm , The growling bigot may deride ! Tbe trembling slave awa' may rin , An' in bis tyrant's dungeon hide ; But free an' bauld . an' true an gude , Unto this aith their seal hae Bet" Frae pole to pole , we'll free ilk soul , ! The warld shall be better yet 1 " We think we bear some ' grumbling critic , growling : " Why , man , these are all old songs , everybody knows about' A man ' s a man for a" that'" Do they ? We
wish they did . O that the righteous principles contained in the above lyrics were really toioum to everybody ; what a different world would this be to what it is 1 But we question if even tbe poetry of Bubns , MOORi ; and NICOL . ( to say nothing of other immortal names ) is as well known as it should be . Nay we are turs it is not ; but wo promise onr readers that it shall not be , our , fault if they learn hot to appreciate the most beautiful emanations of genius-gifted man , —poetry . As to the songs being- old , the older the better . Like wines , being originally pure , they increase in flavour as they increase in age .
We had intended to have given some lengthy extracts from | he pen of Leigh Hunt ; but find 'tis impossible . All we can make room for is the following"A Christmas D-iy , to be perfect , should be clear and cold , with holly-branches in berry , a blazing fire , a dinner , with mince-pies , and games and forfeits in the evening . Yon cannot have it in perfection , if you are very fine and fashionable . Neither , ala 9 t can it be enjoyed by the very poor ; so that , in fact , a perfect Christmas is impossible to be bad , till tbe progress ot things has distributed comfort more equally . But when we do our best , we are privileged to enjoy onr utmost ; and charity gives us a right to hope . The completes ! enioyer of ChriBtm&s ( next to a lover who
has te receive forfeits from bis mi stress ) , is the holiday Bchool-boy , who springs up early , like a bird , darting hither and thither , out of sheer delight , thinks of his mfnee-pi » 8 half the m » rning , has too much of them when they come , ( pardon him this once ) , roasts chesnuts and cuts apples half the evening . Is conscious of his new silver in his pocket , and laughs at every piece of mirth- with a loudnesa that rises above every other noise . Next day what a peg-top will he not buy ! what string i what nuts ! what gingerbread t And he will have a new clasp-knife , and pay three times too much for it . Sour oranges also will he suck , squeezing their cheeks Into his own with staring eyes ; and bis mother will tell him they are not good for him—and let him go on .
"A Christmas evening should , if possible , finish with music . It carries off the excitement without abruptness , and Bheds a repose over the conclusion of enjoy ment . " Just as we are beginning to feel "i ' the vein "; just when we find ourselves growing warm on the subject ; that we could " go a-bead , " and fill as many columns with oar own small talk aa we have done with the " winged words" of the giants of mind whose effusions we have afforded our readers a glance at ; in short , now that we feel ready to write our "Christmas Canticle , " our gallop is suddenly brought to a dead halt , by an intimation from the printer that ( to make use of an elegant importation from the Canada *) we ' re " crowded out" ! Well good reader , one warble more and we have finished for this Christmas . Here ' s from the pen of Charles Mack a ? ( we like to give author ' s
names)—A SONO AFTER A TOAST . If he to whom this toast we drink Bath brought the needy to his door . Or raised the wretch from ruin ' s brink With tbe abundance of bis store ; If he bath aootb'd the mourner ' s woe , Or help'd young merit up to fame , This night our cups shall overflow In honour of bis name . If he be poor and yet bath striven To ease the load of human care , If to the faraish'd he hath given One loaf that it was bard to spare ; If in bAa poverty erect , He never did a deed of shame , Fill high ! we'll drink in deep respect A bumper to bis name .
But rich or poor if—if still bis plan Has been to play an honest part , If ne ' er fail'd his word to man , Or broke a trusting woman ' s heart ; If emulation fire bis soul To snatch the meed of virtuous fame , Fill high ! we ' ll drain a flowing bowl , In honour of his name . And now courteous reader—( courteous indeed if thoa hast accompanied us bo far 1 )—our garland is completed . May thy pocket be full and thy hand be bountiful ; may thy heart know no sadness and thine eye no sorrow ; may plenty crown thy board and happy spirits give a zest to tbe bounties of nature ; may , in short , this Christmas day be to thee a " merry" one , and xtgbi many such niayest thou see . And to eaeb and all we say , in the sympathy of love , " Farewell , and joy be wl' you a 1 "
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YORKSHIRE [ WINTER GAOL DELIVERY . Tbe Commission for & Winter Gml Delivery for the county of York , was opened at the Castle of York , on Saturday last , bythoHon . Sir Wm . Henry Mania , Knight , one of the Judges of the Court of Common Pleaa . ' \ ¦ ; . CROWN COURT , YORK CASTLE . — Mondat , Dec . 18 . Kir . Justice Maule took bis seat upon tbe Bench at twelve o ' clock ; when the Magistrates of the three Ridings , ( v « ryfewjof whom answered ) , the May 01 s , and the Coroners , were I called over . The following gentlemen were then sworn on the
j GRAND JCfiY . The Hon . J . Stuart Wortley , M . P ., Wortley Hall Foreman . ;! The Hon . Bielbyj Richard tawley , Escricfc ParR . The Hon . Charles Stuart Wortley , Wortley Hall . Sir Qeo . Strickland . Bart , M . P ., Newton . John Ball , E ? q . M . P ., Thirsk . Henry Boynton , J Esd ... Burton Agnes . Henry Broadley , ! Esq ., M . P .. Beverley . Wm . Busfeild , Esq ., M . P .. TJpwood , Bingley . John Walbanka Childers , E * q ., M . P ., Cantley . Edmund Beckett Denison , Esq ., M . P ., Doncaster . Joseph Edward Greaves Elmsall , Esq ., Woodlands .
Charles Gregory Fairfax , Jan ., Gillfpg Castle . Wm . Garfoitb , Esq . Wiganthorpe . Wm . Marshall Hatfeild , Esq ., Newton Kyme . Richard Hill , Esq ^ , Thornton . Andrew Lawson . j Esq ., M . P ., Albro'HalL Thomas Mitcbelspn , Esq ., Pickering . Thorn . Golborne Parker , Esq ., Browsholme Hall . James Walker , Esq ., Sandbutton . Charles Wood , Esq ., M . P ., Hickletor W . B . Wrighton ; Esq ., M . P ., Cusworth . Joshua Francis Wfcitell , Esq ., Helmsley Lodge . Her Majesty ' s proclamation against vice , immorality and profanenesa having been
read—The Learned Judge proceeded to deliver his charge : — 5 His LORDSMIP icommenced by congratulating the Grand Jury on the full and prompt attendance on their part . His Lordship next alluded to the public benefit likely to lbs reaped by holding a winter AfiBiza . His Lordship then , at great length , called the attention of the Grand Jury to the fact that numbers of prisoners , though committed for trial during an Assize slttiug , had been kept in prison for many months , because they had been committed for trial not at the Assize then sitting , but at tbe Assiza following . His Lordship suggested as a remedy for this , that the Grand Jurors having disposed of the bills brought before them at the commencement of tbe Assize , should adjourn for ten days , then meet again and dispose ; of the cases of any persons that might be committed for trial In the mean time .
After the Grand Jury had retired , several prisoners , against whom bills were found at the last Assieas , but who were not then in custody , were brought up to plead . | Robert Smith , 17 , pleaded guilty to an indictment , charging him with { perjury at Bridlington . —To be imprisoned Biz calendar months . HIGHWAY ROBBERY AT NORTHOWRAM . Henry Tetiey , 24 , pleaded guilty to an indictment charging him with a highway robbery at Northowram , on the 18 th of April lost . The prisoner was
concerned with two others , who were tried at the last Assizes , and transported for life , in robbing John Sturzaker and Elizabeth Watson , and in then attempting to make his escape he jumped over a bridge on to an old road considerably lower than the one on which the robbery was committed , by which his thigh was fractured , and he received each other severe injuries as to render it necessary to remove him to the Halifax Infirmary , at which place be remained until' the 8 th of August , at which time he was removed to York . I
Tbe Learned Judgb , in passing sentence , observed that on account of jhis sufferings he should not Inflict tbe same punishment on him as bad fallen to the lot of his companions ; and in taking this course , be was also acting upon the recommendation of the prosecutor . Tbe sentence of the Court was that he be transported for fifteen years . ;
MISDEMEANOUn AT ALLKRTON-BYWATER . William Crosiby } 43 , was charged with a misdemeanour , in having on the 7 th of July lsst , obtained , by a false account , some money , the property of Messrs . Joshua Bower and Co ., of the Allsrrton Colliery , in the parish of Kippax . j Mr . Middleton conducted the prosecution ; the prisoner was undefended . The prosecutors are extensive colliery and vessel ownera ; the prisoner , at the time tbe offence was committed , waa captain of one of their vessels called the Richard . On returning from Hull , and settling his account with John Ferrand , clerk , to Messrs . Bower and Co ., he presented a bill for the repairs of some sail covers , which be said bad been executed by Mr . Clark , of Hull , purporting ! to be for £ 119 a . lOd . The account was proved to be false , tbe only money which the prisoner bad paid being , £ l 2 s . 2 d . The only witnesses called wera Mr . Ferrand and Mr . Clark , and to neither of them did the prisoner put a single question .
Tha Jury found the prisoner Not Guilty . His Lordship being of opinion that , as the prisoner had money to pay to bis owner , instead of having it to receive , the evidence , though showing the fraudulent intent , did not support the indictment for obtaining money . The prisoner was detained uutil in should ba determined whether a different bill might or might not be preferred i
HIGHWAY ROBBERY , NEAR HALUTAX . John Ferity , 40 , and Samuel Ramsden , 33 , were indicted for having on the I 6 tb of September last , fn the parish of Halifax , feloniously and -violently assaulted John Watson , and stolen fiom his person a half sovereign , four half-crowns , ten shillings , and other articles , his property . 1 Mr . Wilkins and Mr . Overend appeared for the prosecution ; tixi prisoners Were undefended . The two prisoners ! are nephews of the prosecutor , who is employed at a pottery , and resides at Northowram . On Saturday , the 16 th of September ltnt , he had been to Halifax market , and . was returning home about halfpast eight o ' clock in the evening . When be bad got to a diBtance of about sixty yards from his own house , in going along a narrow lane the two prisoners rushed « ut
of the hedge , seizidjblm , and Banisden held bis hands over his mouth , While Verity rifl » d his pockets , from which they obtained tbe money and also took from him bis market basket containing groceries and a piece of beef . The prosecutor knew both parties well , and * on giving information ; to the constable , Mr . Moore , he told wbo they were , and they were apprehended , one on Snnday and the other on Monday ; Ramsden , at the time of the constable going into tbe public-hoTsw in which he was sat , remarked tm him , " HaTe you come to take me for robbing my uncle , John Watson ? " Both prisoners were seen ; on Saturday night , but the prosecutor , from family ] regard , did not , until he was urged to do so by others , tbe constable directions to take them . The evidence against both prisoners waa very conclusive . The Jury found both the prisoners Guilty . Sentence was deferred .
STEALING IN A DWELLING-HOUSE , AT ARDSLEY . John Malkin RoOgers , 27 , 3 nd Charles Glover , 44 , were indicted for that ou the 18 th of July last , he the said John Malkin Rodgers committed a robbery in the dwelllng-houao of Samuel Rood house , at Ardsley , and that he the said Charles Glover did aid and assist him in the same . ; Mr . Overend and Mr Johnstone were counsel for the prosecution ; Mr . Wilkiks was for the prisoner Rodgers ; Glover was undefended . The Jury ¦ without hesitation acquitted Glover , and found Rod gets Guilty . He was sentenced to be transported for ten years . ; The Court rose at six o ' clock .
Tuesday , December 19 . THE TRIAL OF JOSEPH DOBSON , FOB HURDERl His Lordship took fits seat a few minutes after nine o'clock . j Joseph Dobson , 25 , was charged with the wilful murder of John Dobson , bis father , at Mount Tabor , near Halifax . Mr . Hall , with { whom were Mr . Hill and Mr . Raines , appeared for tbe prosecution . Mr . "WiLKinS , afc the request of the prisoner , who pleaded in forma pauperis , defended . ! x * The indictment against the prisoner , charged him with the wilful murder of Jehn Dobson , in the parish of Halifax , on the 4 th of July lust , by shooting bim with a gun , and iufltcttng a wound on tbe left breast , of which be died . [ He wae e'ao charged by the Coroner's inquest with the same crime .
The prisoner , who is a mild-looktag young man , of light complexion ; and with chesnut coloured bair and whiskers , in a firm tone of voice , pleaded Not Guilty . I Mr . Hall opened , the case on the part of the prosecution . He aaid that the prisoner , Joseph Dobson , was placed before them 00 . bis deliverance of life or death , on a charge of having wilfully murdered bis own father . The circumstance of j relationship , whilst it aggravated the enormity of the guilt , certainly diminished the probability of It . It was bis painful duty to detail to them the unusual circumstances under which the event had occurred , and upon which the jury had to try whether the prisoner was guilty or not of this offence . The facts , he feared , established beyond tbe piaaibility of a doubt , that the old I man received bis death-wound at the hands of his sou . That being bo , the law threw it
on to the prisoner , by evidence or inference , from the cireumstances of the case , to show that the infliction of the death-wound [ was done under something ef a more mitigating nature than amounted to the crime of murder . He , the learned counsel , feared that the circumstances of this case would scarcely admit of such a mitigation . These circnmatrices be would now detail to them : —About the middle of July last , the father of the prisoner wm living at Mount Tubbr , about two miles from Halifax . 1 He , the father , lived in a bouse ¦ whi ch he rented of a man p * med Birtwhistle ; and the nriaoner lived at BrownMrst , tibmt balf-a-mile from Mount Taber . On the 4 th of July last , about bMf-p-JSt twelve at noon , the prisoner ' s wife went to the house 0 ! BfrtwWstte , and Jmade complaict of * k < - , . > tf , h : c . +- of the priBoner ' B father . Bulvr »!<»)« wunt wish b « r to the bouse of the prisoner ' s father , and found the prisoner and the father quai ^ eU -Jg ; but after remainiPs
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there . iborri tan . minutes the quarrel appeared to be ever , and Birtwbistle went away . Very soon after tha prisoner ' s wife again went for Birtwhistle , whofollowcjher Boon after to the bouse of the prisoner ' s fatherysnd ^ when he got there he again found the old man and - the prisoner ' s wife quarrelling . Whilst h » was there , ^ the prisoner came in , and a violent quarrel took place * between Hm and his son . The father cursed the son ; " a * d the son cursed the father ; upon which BirtwhisUef - properly and severely reproved the son , and ffiadesuc&o an address , that in th © ej # the quarrel between the pil- v soner and his father ' appeared to bo made ^ p . Birt * ' ; whistle wentawBy , and thenext time the prisoner is seen * is > tBrownhirst , asking to borrow a pistol , andinquiring "• wherehecould purchasepowder . Bhot , andCapa . Heooc'd
not get a pistol , but he was told that he could get powder ,, shot , and caps at a shop in Boy-lane . There , about two o ' clock in the afternoon , he got some powder , shot * and caps . He also got a gun and tried it with powder ; he also loaded it with shot , bnt whether he dfe . charged tbe shot , or it remained in the gun , the evidence would not clearly show . About three o ' clock the prisoner returned to the scene where this melancholy circumstance occurred , at his father ' s house , at Mount Tabor . There he took a gun with him , and on going into the house he said to his father— " Are you going to do as yon said ? if yon are , I will take the first chance . " These was some uncertainty whether the prisone * used those words more than once or not , or ha
shot at once . But after the prisoner had made use of this expression , the father said twice— " Shoot me > ' shoot me ! " The prisoner then levelled the gun at bis father : it missed fire ; and if & person who was present had then possessed proper presence of inind , he might have prevented this unfortunate catastrophe ; but the man ran out of the house , and the prisoner put another cap on tha gun and shot his father , who died almost immediately . Tbe prisoner then ran away , and he vna not apprehended tilt the middieof October last , when he was found at Huddersfleld . These were the ' - '« inir »> - > stances of the case , which would be proved by the evM ance to be laid before the Jury ; and he ( the Learned Counsel ) feared there would be nothing in them which could lead the Jury to find any other verdict than tbat
01 Guilty . *» Tbe following evidence was thai called on the part of the prosecution : — Joseph Birtwhistle , examined by Mr . Hill—I am a farmer living at Mount Tabor ; that is about two milr a from . Halifax . In April last I let a cottage to the prisoner . His father came to live there . Whilst he wri tber « j the prisoner came almost every day . I reraemt * seeing him there on tbe 2 nd of July ; be came to * lire with his father . His wife and children came with him . Up to that time be bad boen living at Brownhirst , about a mile off On Tuesday , the 4 th ot Jaly , bia wife came into our honse about twelve o ' clock at noon , and made some complaint . I returned with her in consequence to the house of the deceased . The
deceased was there ; there was some quarrelling . I got them p&ci&ed , and when I left all appeared quiet Pri . soner ' s wife came again to our house * n about ten minutes . I went again to the deceased ' s house ; there was agaiu some quarrelling , and Joseph Dobaon (| h » prisoner ) came in . He said " what is there to do ! " H * » wife said " thy father ' s threatened to take my life . " He replied " never mind , I'll take care he never hnrta thee while I am alive . " Prisoner and bis father quarrelled , and prisoner said , " I'll ohoot thee before the week if there be powder or shot to be found in Halifax . " Before that the prisoner said he would keep bis father no longer , because when he had any work he always spoiled
ft . They were both weavers . I said " Pray * hee , J oe ^ never say sueh a word again to either thy father or anybody else . " Joseph Dobson swore be would shoot his father . Ia about half au hoar Joseph Debsoa went out , and the father followed . They kad then apparently become friendly . They went towards Brownhirst I did not go Bgain to the house till John Dobson was shot , about three o ' clock . The house wr * fall of smoke . The deceased waa laid across the hearth stone ; be sobbed twice after I got in . I saw very little blood . Richard Thomas came in . I did not aee the prisoner at all . I went in search of him towards the wood , -where they said he had gone . Richard , Thomas was on before . I eaw him with a gun . We
did not overtake tbe prisoner . CrosB-examined by Mr . Wilkins—I did not see sufficient of deceased to say be was dru'ik . When the wife fetched me in the old man seemed to be violent . He abused her very much . He said be "would not have such a good for nought in tbe bouse , as she waa a mucky idle woman . " I heard no threat further than tbat he would not bave her in the bouse . He swore very math . He was as violent as ever , tbe second time I went in . In answer to what she said when prisoner came in , I did not beat the deceased say anything . They got into a terrible passion and threatened each other very much . I did not see the old man ' s pockets searched . I saw nothing of any razor . When prisoner Bpoke of powder and Bhot be was perfectly mad wi h
passion . Henry Thomas , examined by Mr . Raines—I live at Brownhirst , and am a weaver there . I have known the prisoner since last Christmas . This witness deposed to the prisoner asking him for the loan of a pistol' on the day of the murder ; and also enquiring of him where he ( the prisoner ) could purchase powder , shot , and caps . He then stated that he afterwards Baw the prisoner loading the gun , and said to bim , " Joe , what are you going to do with the gun that you are teeming all that Bhot in ? " He said , "O , lad , I ' m going up here a bit to learn to shoot ! " I then went on to Wheatley . I went immediately . The prisoner ran up towards Mount Tabsr . I called after him . I said " Joe , where are you going to with the gun ? " He said again , " 0 lad , I ' m going up here a bit to learn te shoov . "
Hannah Longbottom , wbo stated that she kept a shop in Boy-lane , about a mile , from Mount Tabor , deposed , that on the day of tbe murder the prisoner bought of her an ounce of powder , a pennyworth of shot and a half penrjy worth of caps . He seemed civil and qufet at tbe time . * John Lassie deposed to tbe prisoner taking the gfen from his ( Lassie ' s ) father's bouse . James Sjnowgen , examined by Mr . Raines —I am a weaver , at -Mount Tabor . I was acquainted with the deceased . On the 4 th of July I went to his house , a little before three o ' clock . Elizabeth Balmforth , Wm . Murgatroyd , Joseph Dobson , bis wife , and two children , were there . Tbe deceased was not there at that time . Tbe prisoner bad tbe gun in bis band . I asked him what be was going to do with the gun . He said he
waa going to shoot butterflies . I saw bim put powder and shot ia . He bad not fired the gun whilst I we ? there . When ho had loaded the gun , deceased came in . The prisoner said to tbe deceased " Are you going to do as you said ? " The deceased walked on to the hearth-stone , and the prisoner walked up to the back of the door . He said again " Are you going to dp as youBaid ? if you be . I'll take the first chance . " The old nan replied , " Shoot me , shoot . me . " The prisoner then pulled the Viigger , anu the capmtaed . I ran ont for assistance , and while I waa away he put on another cap , fired the gun , and shot the old man dead . I saw the deceased fall as I was running past the window . I gave information to a person of tbe name of Richard Thomas , and did cot return to the house myself . The prisoner looked as civil aa if be was shooting at a bird . I mean he looked quiet .
Cross-examined—I have known the prisoner about half a year ; I bad known the deceased about nina weeks , I bave often seen them together ; I never saw them quarrel in my life . I don't know that the old man was once taken up on a charge of murdering his son . I never heard tbe old man talk about his ( tbe prisoner ) being a deserter . There are two' magistrates named Pollard and Dearden . I never beard of the old man being before them . He worked afc our bouse . Elizabeth Balmforth , wbo was in the house at the time of the murder , gave similar evidence to the last witne&a . She saw the old man . shot . Lawrence Bradley examined by Mr . Raines—I am a surgeon at Halifax . I examined the body of the deceased on the 5 th of July . He bad a large lacerated wound on tbe breast ; it was surrounded' by shot . We extracted several shots . Ip my opinion death was caused by a gun-shot wound . There ia no doubt of it whatever .
The examination of the constable who arrested the prisoner ; and that ot the person who gave information against tke prisoner at the time of bis arrest , closed the ct-se for the prosecution . ( Continued in our First page . )
Testaments Iouia Iae01 Toe Amount Wills And Testaments.— What Boundless Riches What Extensive Estates, And What Changes Of Fortune Are Associated With The Words, " Witts And ,._ _ .•« J~* . T . 1 ^_ ____ _ _. ¦ .1 .Til -_ _ _ _ . ¦ A.
Testaments iouia iae 01 toe amount Wills and Testaments . — What boundless riches what extensive estates , and what changes of fortune are associated with the words , " Witts and ,. _ _ . j ~* . t . 1 ^_ ____ _ _ . ¦ . 1 . Til - _ _ _ _ . ¦ a .
r > we rorm » u » of property which has descended to family heirs , through these media , we should be struck with astonishment indeed . But , after all , what are the richer , estates , and possessions , as a whole , when compared with that inestimable bequest which enriched the Will and Testament of the venerale Old Parr ! By this pearl of health and life , thousands have been , are still being , and will still be benefited . The bequests of ordinary wills , are confided chiefly to families aud friends—while that of Old Parr will extend to whole generations .
Eating Lucifer Matches . —An inquest was held on Thursday , in Stonehouse , on the body of a fine little girl , aged two years and a half . The child had been flaying with a box . of lucifer matches , and had bit off the heads of four or five of them . Immediately after it was taken ill , and died in a few honrs . The Burgeon proved death waa occasioned by the powon which had been taken iu eating the matches , which was corroborated by the manufacturer admitting the deleteriQUB nature of the composition used to cause ignition .
DisrEBiaNBD Suicipb at Bbistol . —Mr . William Prichard , a gentleman well known in Bristol , as secretary to the Bristol Union Fire-office , in that city , committed suicide on Friday last , by taking prussio acid . An inquest was held upon the body , when evidence was given to establish the above fact . It appeared also , that the deceased had for some daya past oeen subject to great depression pf spirits and mental alienation . The jury returned , a verdict , " That the deceased commuted the act whilst labouring under temporary insanity . " Mr . Prichard wai in bis 44 th year , and has Ms a widow aad si » QbJt dren .
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Mb . Babnabo Gbegobt . —In answer to many correspondents who request to know how Barnard . Gregory is treated in Newgate , we beg to say he is under the same discipline , and has no other diet than that allowed the other prisoners . —Sunday paper . It behoves us always to be on our guard ; when alone we should watch oar thoughts , when in society oar tongues , and when in onr families our tempers . Indeed , upon our properly guarding the last depends much of our social happiness and
domestic comfort , taking care to counteract that continued irritability of mind , which is the precursor to ebullitions of passion . Bat our mental disposition is bo intimately connected with our physical condition , that what is frequently considered illteinper or peevishness , is in reality but the result of a derangement of the digestive or other organs of the body , and requires medicinal not mental remedies . To such we recommend with confidence , '' Frampton ' s Pill of Hcal'h , " as being certain ia its effects , and gentle in its . operation . .
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Northern Star (1837-1852), Dec. 23, 1843, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse2.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ns/issues/vm2-ncseproduct682/page/3/
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