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Good night.
Let troubles pass away with light.

Day declinrih, fades away:

Till breaks forth the new morn's ray Busy hands shall cease their toil:

Good night.

To slavery's mesh'; they call'd the trumpet Fame's
That led their million victims on to bleed
Thank God, the world is wiser now than heed
Such puny things as gold or empire, -we
Have cast the slough, and wing'd all gloriously,
We scorn the ancient world, its splendors and its


Go to rest ;
Let the eyes in sleep be press’d.

All is silent in the streets ;

The watchman alone the hour repeats, And stilly night doth beckon all,

Go to rest.

Before the majesty of Truth we stand,
And bow with reverent front; the bauble formis
Of rank, and pomp, and wealth-accursed band,
We fling to all the winds with all their storms.
In the dark chambers of the bats and worms
We lock the old-world pageantries, and claim
As ours a might, a beauty, and a fame,
Compelling suppliant kuees in every age and land.
Yes, we have seen the march, the fight, the roll'
Of victory's shout, proclaiming mind hath won
The standard and the throne, and freed the soul
From vassalage to auglit beneath the sun,
To earth-born wormhood, and to things that run
Along the earth, with faces prone and mean;
Things which delude the eye with glittering sbeen,
And bid it vault to heaven, and seek no humble


Slumber light;
Of Paradise your dreams be bright;

Let glorious visions gild thy dreams;


There is no place like home.". Why is thy bridal wreath

Gemmed, love, with tears? Why weep the memories

of early years? Why falls the pearly dew

On thine orange flowers ?
Why yearns thy spirit now

For bygone hours ?
Hope, love, should wile away

Shadows of pain !
While away, while away,

Let them remain !

Fancy thou fer lest love's warm beams, Though waking love is cold to thee,

Slumber light.

Good night; Slumber till the day is bright;

Slumber till the morning fair

Brings its trouble and its care ; Fearless slumber-God is watcbing.

Good night.

M. T.


The world is earnest now,-the power that built,
Or crush'd an empire in the years of old,
Is deem'd a mockery, a thing of gilt
And glitter, worthless of the lyre that rollid
Its lnud afar, that the heroic mould
Of later ages inight aspire to sin
More gloriously, a bauble name to win,
By spilling tides of blood, where tides before were

What childish fooleries were mankind then !
Mankind and all their masters, grasping keen
The puppetries of folly,-mowing men
Like weeds, for objects scorn'd as soon as seen !
Yes, future times, believe me,-men have been
In myriads hewed to earth, or joyful stood
Splashing and dripping with their brethren's blood,
To help some tiger-fiend to make a wider den.
Glory, and Fame, and Honor, were the names'
That knaves invented, fools to lure and lead

Why is thy spirit sad,

Saddening mine own?
Why does remembrance bring

Sorrow alone?
Why should thy childhood's home

Bid thee to grieve, Asked for a season

That loved spot to leave? The hour of returning

Will be rapture in store ! It is my home, love!

My own home no more!

From the (Eng'ish) People's Journal.



Weary and sickening of the dull debate
And clang of politics; weary of hate
Tossed at our heads from o'er the Atlantic main
With foolish speeches; weary of the pain
And sorrow, and calamity, and crime
Of daily history told us in our time;
Weary of Wrong, that reared its hydra head,
And hissed from all its mouths : di-pirited
With rich men's apathy to poor men's hurt,
And poor men's ignorance of their own desert;
And for a moment hopeless of mankind
And that great cause nearest to my mind-
I leaned back in my chair, and dropped the page
Diurnal, filled with all the misery,
And fell asleep-if sleeping it could be,
When, in the natural sequence in the brain,
Thought followed thought more palpable and plain
Than when I waked; when words took music's
And all my being inly did rejoice. (voice,
So felt sweet Coleridge, when of Kubia Khan,
And the great river that through deserts ran,
He sang the glories; and so I, that night,
Felt when this vision passed before my sight:
And what I saw, I sang of at the time
With ease unparalleled by waking rhyme,
And to this time, which many a day since then
A haunting music has come back again.

Oh the golden city,

Shining far away;
With its domes and steeples tall,
And the sunlight over all;

With the waters of a bay
Dotted over with a fleet,
Rippling gently at its feet!
Oh the golden city-so beautiful to see!
It shall open wide its portals,

And I'll tell you if it be
The city of the happy,

The city of the free.
Oh the glorious city,

Shining far away ;
In its boundaries every man
Makes its happiness a plan,

That he studies night and day,
Till he thinks it not alone,

Like his property, his own :
Oh the glorious city-so beautiful to see!
But spread it round about bim,

Till all be blessed as he :
His mind an inward sunshine,

And bright eternally.
Oh the splendid city,

Gleaming far away;
Every man by Love possessed,
Has a priest within his breast,

And whene'er he kneels to pray,
Never breathes a thought unkind
Against men of other mind :
Oh the glorious cityso bco utiful to see!
But knows that God Eternal

Will shower His blessings free,
On hearts that live to love Him,

And cling to Charity.

Oh the gorgeous city,

Shining far away;
Where a competence is bliss,
And each man that lives has this

For his labor of the day ;
A labor not too hard,

And a bountiful reward :
Oh the glorious city-so beautiful to see!
Where mighty wheels to aid him

Revolve incessantly,
And Science gains to cheer him

A daily Victory.
Oh the glorious city,

Shining for away;
Neither misery nor Crime,
Nor the wrongs of ancient Time,

Nor the Kingly lust of sway
Ever come within its wall,

To degrade or to enthral :
Oh the glorious city--so beautiful to see!
But Peace, and Love, and Knowledge,

The civilizing Three,
Still prove by Goon that has been,

The Better that may be.
Thus dreamed I, to this rhythm, or something

near, But far more musical, and bright, and clear; And then I wakened, still my fancy ran 'Twas not all dream: and that large Hopes for

man Were not such idle visions as the wise Iu days like ours should heedlessly despise. I thought that Love might be Religion yet, Not form alone, but soul and substance met; The guide, the light, the glory of the mind, The electric link uniting all mankind; That if men loved, and made such Love their

Law, All else would follow-more than ever saw Poet or Prophet in the utmost light or heavenly glory opening on their sight. But dream or no dream, take it as it came : It gave me Hope-it may give you the same. And as bright Hopes make the intention strong, Take heart with me and muse upon my song.

From the London Daily News, THE THREE PREACHERS.

There are three preachers, ever preaching

Each with eloquence and power;
One is old, with locks of white,
Skinny as an anchorite :
And he preaches every

hour With a shrill fanatic voice,

And a Bigot's fiery scorn :“ Backwards, ye presumptuous nations :

Man to misery is born!
Born to drudg, and sweat, and suffer-

Born to labor and to pray:
Priests and Kings are God's Vicegerents,

Man must worship and obey. Backwards, ye presumptuous nations

Back, be humble and obey!"

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The second is a milder preacher :

Soft he talks, as if he sung; Sleek and slothful in his look, And his words, as from a book,

Issu glibly from his tongue. With an air of self-content,

High he lists his fair white handsStand ye still, ye restless nations,

And be happy, all ye lands! Earth was made by One Almighty,

And to meddle is to mar;
Change is rash, and ever was so-

We are happy as we are ;
Stand ye stili, je restless nations,

And be happy as ye are.”
Mightier is the younger preacher-

Genius Aashes from his eyes,
And the crowds who hear his voice,
Give him, wbilst their souls rejoice,

Throbbing bosoms for replies;
Awed they listen, yet elated,

While his stirring accents fall;“Forward! ye deluded nations,

Progress is the rule of all :
Man was made for healthful effort;

Tyranny has crushed him long-
He shall march from good to better,

Nor be patient under wrong: Forward! ye awakened nations,

And do battle with the wrong." “ Standing still is childish folly,

Going backward is a crime ;None should patiently endure Any ill that be can cure

Onward! keep the march of Time. Onward, while a wrong remains

To be conquered by the rightWhile Oppression litts a finger

To affront us by his might ; While an error clouds the reason,

Wbile a sorrow gnaws the heart; While a slave awaits bis freedom,

Action is the wise man's part, Forward ! ye awakened nations !

Action is the people's part.” “Onward ! there are ills to conqner,

Ils that on yourselves you've brought, There is wisdom to discern, There is temperance to learn,

And enfranchisement for thought.
Hopeless Poverty and Toil,

May be conquered if you try,
Vice and Wretchedness and Famine,

Give Beneficence the lie.
Onward ! onward! and subdue them!

Rout them out, their day has passed; Goodness is alone immortal

Evil was not made to last. Forward, ye awakened people,

And your sorrow shall not last.” And the preaching of this preacher

Stirs the pul-es of the world, Tyranny has curbed its pride. Errors that were deified,

Into darkness have been hurled; Slavery and Liberty,

And the Wrong and Right have met, To decide their ancient quarr.l.

Onward, preacher-onward yet!


And when the yearnings of my soul are cast
Back to the true fond memories of the past,
Your sweet, heart music, far above them all,
Will like a charm upon my spirit fall,
And whisper softly, o'er the western wave,
Those tones of love and peace your voices gave.

Take back, young minstrels, to your native

strand, Kind thoughts and memories of our " Father

land;"? Bear in your hearts this loving truth, that there, From out some spirit's depth will rise a prayer To Him who brought you safe o'er ocean's foam, That he may guide you to your far-off bone.

Warm blessings unto you, brave-hearted band !
Warm thoughts towards your free old-forest land!
Warm wishes for its people s truest weal!
And warmest prayers that every beart may feel,
As deeply as my own, that nought in life
Must bring between our homes the brand of



Farewell! and may all joy and gladness rest
With you, and your dear home in the “Far

Would that those loving thoughts, which ever fill
A poet's heart, had power to work their will!
Then my wild barp should tell, in sweeter lay,
All the good wishes that iny heart would say.

Farewell! and if we meet no more on earth,
Still those bright thoughts to which your song
Ne'er from my heart and harp shall pass away;
But ever, as I watch each ling'ring ray
of the rich setting sun, shall memory rest
With you, oh gilted minstrels of the West!


A CARD.-Mr. Benjamin D'Israeli begs leave to

inform the Nobility, Gentry, and ultra-ConservaDISCOVERY FOR THE Nerves. — Persons, espe- tive public in general, that he attends Protectioncially fine ladies, who in consequence of inactive ist Parties, and has a large coll. ction of s, eeches or sedentary habits, the too frequent use of close of every description always ready, together with carriages, and an over-refined and luxuriwus regi- a set of sarcasms, which he undertakes shall be men, are afflicted with the distressing disorder carefully delivered either in Town or Country. termed Nervousness, will find their complaint effectually cured by six weeks' residence in a work- ROYAL TITLE.-Ex-King Hudson has been house.

crowned lately on the Eastern Counties’ Railway,

under the title of · King Boreas,' or • Boreas the Raising THE WIND.—The German Band has Great,' for he is found by all his subjects to be left Ramsgate. They were compelled at last to such a 'blustering railer.' make a raffle of their instruments before they could get money enough to leave the place. Å Weddings ExKCUTED AT THE SHORTEST No. young lady of fortune got the Ophicleide, whilst TICE.-The Spanish Ministers have sent over an the Serpent fell to the lot of a wealthy inhabitant, order to Coburg House for a nice young man to who had tempted the unfortunate band to visit the marry the Queen. town,

The Greys-INN ADMINISTRATION.-The late How To VENTILATE THE House of Commons. Earl Grey was caricatured with his tail of 70, hay– If the House is very cold, let Lord George Bening provided for that number of his family. The tinck begin to speak, and a gradual warmth will present Administration under Lord Jobo Russell, be the result. If this warmth is more than the has a strong tendency to turn grey, which is a veMembers can bear, let Mr. D'Israeli attack Sir Ro- ry bad sign in a Whig. bert Peel, and the astonishing coolness will strike One of his private secretaries is a Grey. every body. If the debate is too oppressive, Mr. Sir George Grey is Colonial Secretary. Peter Borthwick should be called upon to speak, Mr. C. Wond, the Chancellor of the Excheand he will clear the House in a very few minutes, quer, is Lord Grey's brother-in-law. by sending every member out of it.

There is also Lord Grey, and his private secreta

ry, Honorable Captain Grey. FASHIONABLE ARRIVALS.-A cargo of Wenham In fact, there are so many Greys that we wish Lake Ice from America. It is at present remaining Mr Hume, when Parliament returns from grousein the Strand, previous to mixing in society; but shooting, would move for a list of all the Greys it is expected the entire party will break up at the who are at present employed in pumping the enend of the fashionable season. The greater part gine of state. Should ihey ever resign in a body, of it has been invited by a noble Lord to take the they will certainly be able, in applying for the waters.

Chiltern Hundreds, to take a Chiltern a-piece. VERY LIKE AN OLD Joe.-Elihu Burritt has WANTED, A Pair of MUSTACHES.-By a young Jately favored the public with a batch of recipes gentleman who is going to spend a month (and for making cakes from Indian corn four. One of his quarter's salary) in Paris. They must be vethem has been senų to our office with the follow- ry fierce, and have a decided military turn. Color ing heading : The Language of Flours by the Au- no object. Apply, with specimen, at Somerset thor of * Olive Leaves."

House, after four o'clock,

BATHS AND WASHHOUSES FOR THE POOR.- pient. · What ! were not all the oak forests of the It appears that from the opening day of the estab earth once contained in a single acorn? In the lishment situate in George street, Hampstead, up history of nations it would stem that some mysteto the 22d, upwards of 9613 persons have availed rious law general!y deduces the greate-t events themselves of the facilities afforded; and owing from mean causes. A camel-driver founded a to the insufficient accommodation, between 200 new religion, and changed the fortunes of whole and 300 persons have been daily refused on ap. empires; a Genoese adventurer, by discovering plication for baths.

America, opened a new orld to the conquests At the Washhouse establishment, Glasshouse and the commerce of the old; an obscure GerYard, Glasshouse street, East Smithfield, there man, by the invention of the printing-press, have been in one y-ar 27,622 bathers, 35,480 widened the whole intellectual sphere of man; washers and dryers of clothes, 4,522 ironers and an Augustine monk, by denouncing the sale This is the best proof of the desire of the poor to of indulgences, accomplished the greatest revolube nent, clean, and wholesome, when they can tion that the world had experienced since the inhave the requisites; and, as to their acknowledg. troduction of Christianity. ments, those who visit the building hear the recipients express themselves to the following effect:- :- God bless those who give us this benefit! it is the best thing yet that has been done for us, Passive RESISTANCE. A cannon ball, striking for it makes us feel stronger, and better able to go the oaken ribs of a man of war, pierces straight to seek fois work, and more likely to get it, than through them, scattering destruction on all sides, when we were so very dirty.'

until its force is expended; but if it impinge upon A report of the proceedings at the latter estab- the waves, it swerves aside, and is conquered by - lishment says, 'several of those applying to bathe their unresisting softness, and finally, subsides and wash their clothes in Glasshouse Yard are so without injury. So the first burst of passion, indestitute, that their entire clothing is that which creased and rendered more dangerous by a stubthey have on; such applicants are provided with born oppsition, will generally yield and fall gowns whilst they wash, dry, and mend their harmless when it is met by sofiness and submisscanty attire, after which they bathe, and leave sion. The moral, old as the fable of the wiad, the establishment so much improved in personal the oak and the reed, has been remembered long appearance, as to be scarcely recognized as the enough to be forgotten by many. Quakers, howsame individuals who, a short time before, entered ever, have obtained their objects, as a sect, by in rags, and covered with dirt. Such pitiable ob- passive resistance; and many a wise wife has jects possessed no means of paying even the followed the same course with similar success. smallest charg“, and must have remained in their · A soft answer turneth away wrath ;' but thus to deplorable state, but for the gratuitous aid afford- suppress your anger is not always to extinguish ed them.

it. In wardly it may smoulder, and you may be It is worthy of remark, that among the young only hiding the fire with fuel that it may eventgirls that came to wash in Glasshouse Yard, ually burst out more fiercely. To secure it from many, for the first time in their lives, there bad rekindling you must steep your heart in the the opportunity of using a washiny-tub, and have waters of oblivion. now become expert washers; and it is no unusual circumstance to have applications at the establishment for washerwomen to wash in families, so that many not only learn a means of useful em- SUPPLY OF WATER TO ROME AND LONDON.A ployinent, but are, to a certain extent, obtaining correspondent of the Mechanic's Magazine has the it through the aid of the association, thus com following speculations on the relative supplies of bining with its other objects of utility, a novel this important agent of health and comfort to moSchool of Industry.'

dern London and ancient Rome : “ The probable

supply to the 1,000,000 inhabitants of which Rome Self-CONFIDENCE A Duty.-When Leibnitz could at one time boast, amounted to 50,000,000 says, the present is pregnant with the future,' cubic feet,-being equal to about fitty cubic feet we are not to receive the dictum as ao abstract for each individual. This is probably twenty times proposition, but as one in which every individual the quantity which London now receives for each is interested, and in the verification of which he of its inhabitants-a fact which goes far to justify, is destined to form a part. As the child is the the application of the disgraceful term. baibless' father of the man, so, in a moral as well as in a to this the largest, the most opulent, and the most literal sense, the living is the parent of the un- powerful city in the world. How miserably inborn generations; and it should elevate us in our significant do our water-works appear, and how own estimation, as well as in our sense of the du- trilling the supply they furnish to ihis mighty city ties and powers committed to us, if we reflect that of more than 2000,000, when contrasted with the every individual mind may contain some germ, immense flood of pure water poured into old some seed, some latent principle, the develop Rome by her g ganiic aqueducts! And how disment of which may sooner or later produce an creditable the difference between the two capitals, important and beneficial influence upon the whole when we reflect on the far superior resources wide.spread world. Idle, not to say impious, which modern science has placed at her command, were it to distrust God's power to work such a and on the well-known fact, that, through the miracle in our own person, because our position happy constitution of the strata on which London may be humble, our means and our intelligence stands, she bas at her command-requiring, as it seemingly inadequate to the production of grand were, but the smiting of the rock, to make them results. Neither natural nor mental expansive guska forth-boundless supplies of the purest puso ness is to be measured by the capacity of the reci- sible water!

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