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When the mass was ended, the King ing a trial in Dublin on the 16th, to recover came towaras me momer; and, name of which the owner (Mary Malony) was de came towards the mother, and, having a Queen Anne's Farthing (valued at 3) read the petition, said, “I am rejoiced frauded, and which, it appears, was acteal, that I can in this instance follow the dic- sold by a Mr. Home, of the Royal Arcade tates of my heart, without attacking

for 8001. inqaires, “why a Queeo Ance's

Farthing is so valuable, as the writer bai the just severity of laws made for the one that is known to have been in the family maintenance of morality. Your son more than sixty years, and is, as he believes,

a genuine one ?" The writer adits, that he has been guilty of an indiscretion, but

had always considered the subjecta jat 20not of a crime produced by a corrup- til he saw the above account before Hir. tion of principle. I should be much

Commissioner Burrows, of the lasarea

Court, Dublin. grieved if a young man, the support of

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on Commerce, vols. 2 to 4, U. 14s. 6d.--Has

rison on Fruit Trees. Svo. 12s. the sugar of the ancients resembled ours to a few days will be publisbed, Percy or not. Some have said, that we owe Mallory. By the Author of " Pen Open.*** the discovery to India.

Clara Chester, a Poem, by the Autbol

Isaiah says “Rome," and 'the “ Vale of Chamovoy," [xliji. 23.) thou hast brought me no will be published in a few weeks. sweet cane with money. Joinville Professor Buckland is printing a Descrip

tion of an Antediluvian Den of Hyenas, mentions the cultivation of the cane at discovered at Kirkdale, Yorkshire, in 1991, Acre, so that it is probable the Arabi. and containing the remains of the hyena, tians, as Arvieux contends, introduced it ger, bear, elephant, rhinoceros, hippopota

mus, and sixteen other animals, all formerly under the Caliphs. uer me vamphs.

It was certainly

It was certainly natives in this eountry; with a comparative supposed among us to be brought from view of many similar caveras and dess is Barbary, before the trade to the West England and Germany.

Duke Christian of Luneburg, or TradiIndies was fully established. It was tions from the Hartz, by Miss Jane Porter, used here in the fifteenth century in will speedily appear. loaves, and such loaves were presented The Indefatigable W. Kitchiner, Y. D. 45

preparing a work on the Economy of the to great persons, from whom favour Eyes, consisting of precepts for the improveand protection were expected. This ment and preservation of the Sight. mention of loaves renders dubious An An Egyptian tale is printing, called Ram

eses. derson's account, that the refining of it The organ of the Cathedral of Seville, is was first discovered by a Venetian in said to to have 5,300 pipes, with 110 stops, the sixteenth century.

(these latter being 50 more than are in the

famous one of Haerlem); yet, so ample are CONVERSION OF ATMOSPHERIC AIR the bellows, that, when stretched, they sup INTO A FLUID BY PRESSURE.

ply the full organ fifteen minutes. The mode

of billing them with air is singular; for in. Mr. Perkins has, we learn, compressed at

stead of working with his hands, a man mospheric air to such a degree, that a small

walks backwards and forwards along an inportion of fluid appears at the end of the

clined plane of about fifteen feet in length, compressed column. This fluid does not

which is balanced in the middle on its axis; wholly recover its gaseous state when the onder each end is a pair of bellows, of about pressure is removed. It was supposed to be six feet by three and a half. These coinmuwater, but this is not yet certaio: several other gases have been converted into liquids

nicate with five other pair united by a bar; by the same powerful agency.

and the latter are so contrived, that wben QUEEN ANNE'S FARTHING.

they are in danger of being overstrained, a

valve is lifted up, and gives them relief. a Correspondent, alluding to a statement Paasing ten times along the inclined plane in the Morning Post of 27th August, respect. fills all these vessels.



BOSTON, MARCH 15, 1824.

(Lond. Mag. Dec.) ODE TO THE SEA.

From the French..

At length I look on thee again,
Abyss of azure! thou vast main,
Long by my verse implored in vain,

Alone inspired by thee;
The magic of thy sounds alone
Can raise the transports I have known,
My harp is mute unless its tone

Be waked beside the sea.
The heights of Blanc have fired mine eyes,
Those three bare mounts that touch the skies;
I loved the terror of their brow,
I loved their diadem of snow,
But 0, thou wild and awful sea,

More dear to me
Thy threatening dear immensity !
Dread ocean! burst upon me with thy shores :

Fliug wide thy waters—where the storms bear sway ;
Thy bosom opens, to a thousand prores;

Yet fleets, with idle daring, breast thy spray ;
Ripple with arrows track thy closing plain,
And grace the surface of thy deep domain.
Man dares not tread thy liquid way,
Thou spurn'st that despot of a day, ,
Tost like a snow-flake or the spray

From storm-gulphs to the skies;
He breathes and reigns on solid land,
And ruins mark his tyrant hand,
Thou bidd'st him in that circle stand,

Thy reign his rage defies ;
Or should he force liis passage there,
Thou risest, inocking his despair;
The shipwreck humbles all his pride,
He sinks within the darksome tide :
The surge's vast unfathom'd gloom

His catacomb;
Without a name, without a tomb.
Thy banks are kingdoms, where the shrine, the throne,

"The pomp of human things are changed and past;
The people they were phantoms- they are flown;

Time has avenged thee on their strength at last :
Thy billows idly rest on Sidon's shore,
And her bold pilots wound thy pride no more.
Rome-Athens-Carthage-what are they?
Spoild heritage, successive prey ;
New nations force their onward way

And grasp disputed reigo;


Thou changest not: thy waters pour
The same wild waves against the shore,
Where liberty had breath'd before,

And slavery hugs his chain.
States bow! Time's sceptre presses still
On Appennine's subsiding hill ;
The steps of ages, crumbling slow,
Are stamp'd upon bis arid brow;
No trace of Time is left on thee

Cochanging sea!
Created thus, and still to be.
Sea! of almightiness itself th' immense

And glorious mirror ! how thy azure sace
Renews the heavens in their magnificence!

What awful grandeur rounds thy heaving space!
Thy surge two worlds eternal-warring sweeps,
And God's throne rests on thy majestic deeps.


(Lit. Gaz.)


* The brave poor soldier ne'er despise, wake again ; for I must be after telling

Nor treat him as a stranger,
For still be 'll prove his country's stay

you that there was a recruiting-party In every hour of danger.”

came down to the fair, and so they ...“ FAITH, but your honour's

... pick'd me out as the most likely lad on

the sod; and indeed, your honour, + mighty condescending to

o there was n't many in those days, tho the chathering of ould Pat. Fifty years

I say it myself, that dared tread on my have marched off under General Time since I first shoulder'd the firelock, and

į great coat, or call my stick a rascal.

But they got me into a state of tosticanow I 'm daily expecting the route (for

tion, and chated me by slipping the my billet is nearly expired) to assemble for the grand review before the Searcher

King's countenance into my fob when I

knew nothing about it at all at all ; but of all hearts. Arrah, many 's the time and oft I've wished for some kind

they swore I had listed willingly, and

had taken the picture myself. Oh, by friend that I might spake a word to,

s my conscience, didn't I get into a thunand umburthen my sinful heart. Oh, Sir, when I've stood sentry all alone

': dering rage, sure !_not that I minded

sarving his Majesty, heaven bless the by myself in the dark nights in Ameri

heart of his soul that's in t'other world! ky and Spain, and in dear little Ireland ; too, I 've thought, Arrah, Paddy, but

but I thought it wasn't trating me hand

some, your honour, to trap me into ityou're a big blackguard, so you are, for

'twas not behaving jonteel. But I found running away from your ould mother

'twas of no use to complain, so I went that's dead and gone, without so much as

to bid poor mother good bye, and she'd seeing her dacently laid under the turf. If she had been alive it would have

just breath enough left to tell me not to

disgrace the country that gave me birth. broke her heart, so it would, to think

• Arrah, Paddy, (says she,) my own how her own beautiful Paddy should

dare Paddy that I loved so tinderly, desart her in time of need, and not stop to see her waked. But bad manners to

and used to get the but-but-butherthat same sarjant Linstock-he laugh'd

milk and pra-pra-pratees for! Oh, at poor Pat, and march'd us off without

Sir, 'tis a big shame to see a soudger bate of drum, saying, she should never

cry ; but when I think of the dare soul

and the buthermilk, how can I help it? * Our friend the Old Sailor seems to have - Never dishonour your cloth, Paddy, provoked an Old Soldier to competition ; (savs she.) nor the King you serve, or is both uniforms do not belong to the same person. We care not, and hope our readers the father that begot you, but show the will like both the blue and the red.Ed. world that the family of the O'Doghertys were born to be jontlemen. Fight rogue and a vagabond for nothing at all, in a just cause ; and when the yan- and march'd off for Cork under a miliquish'd cry for quarter, unlock the heart tary guard, and put into jail. A few and spare the hand. Protect the inno- days afterward, and the transports were cent, and do your duty like a man.'- going to sail : so they trotted me down Then there was poor Norah. Oh, your to the beach, and there I found a great honour, I thought it would have broken many more like myself. Well, just as my heart to see how the tears chased I was stepping into the boat, I heard each other down her pale face! And the swate voice of my own dare Norah, why will you leave me, Paddy, (says and so I stepp'd back again. • Jump she,) all alone by myself ? Oh look into the boat, you mutinous rascal,' says at our cottage and the peat-stack- the Sarjant.— Rascal yourself, (says where will you find the like of it in an- I,) Mr. Sarjant. Do you think his other country, Paddy ? Then there's honour'd Majesty, God bless him ! the bit of a bog yonder for the pigs and would refuse me one last embrace from the geese, and your own dare Norah the dare crature that I broke the bit o' and the pratee-garden. Oh, why will gold with ? Arrah be aisey, and paws you go, Paddy, and leave me alone by off !for they began to handle me amyself ! And then, your honour, I gain, your honour. Let the poor felput my arms around her neck, (for I low alone, (said the Midship-mite of the

couldn't spake a word,) and kissed her boat)-let him alone to spake to the pls while we cried together. Oh, your girl. _“ God bless you, young jontle

honour, I niver felt before nor since as man (says I) for that same ! May your the I did at that same moment ! But then father niver have to sorrow over your

Mr. Sarjant must have his say-divel mother's son ! And so poor Norah twist him to the right-about round the came to me, but I couldn't throw my rim of the moon a field-day !-God arms round her neck now, your honour, forgive me that I should have unchris- for the bracelets they clapp'd upon my

tian feelings tow'rds even the vilest of wrists ; but she stoop'd down and got wie his cratures. ·Come,come, young man, between them, and we were folded to

(says he,) fall into the ranks, and each other's hearts. Oh, Sir, I feel it march ; you 'll soon find prettier girls at this moment, and hope you won't to lead a wild-goose chase.' Bad man- think the worse of poor Pat for the drop ners to him for that same, to make my in his eye. Well, we were obliged to own dare Norah believe that her Pat part. "Oh, (says she,) Paddy, niver, would iver cease to love her as his own niver forget your country or your Noheart's blood ; so I up and tould him I rah!' and bad luck to me, your hondidn't like to be made game of. “Well, our if ever I did. And she waved her well, (says he,) I suppose an honest apron till I saw her out of sight, and soudger may have a kiss.' Arrah, then I could have laid down and died. dress back to the rear, (says 1,) Mr. “Niver forget your country or your Sarjant, for by my soul if you lay but Norah,' were her last words, and they one of your thieving-hooks upon a digit have iver been engraven on my heart, of her corporal substance, faith but I'll by the same token that Corporal Flanbrake my arm across your face, so I nagan, who had received a 'varsity will." Well, your honour, and so he edecation, where he was brought up to persisted in that same, and cotch'd hold run errands and clane shoes, composed of her gownd. Oh, 'twas more than the beautifullest song. Oh, your honjonteel blood could brook! “ Lay our, it would do your heart good to hear there, (says I) jewel;" and so I stretch'd it. Faith and it's here ; I've got it him along upon mother earth before he along with the bit of broken gold and a could say Whack. And then they put lock of my own darling's hair, all black the iron mittens on me, and tore my and shining. Oh they're a rich treas. kwate love away. I thought my brain ure to poor Pat! My hair was like it wonld have crack'd; and so they took once, but now my head is silvered over me before ould Justice Ballymagfoglem, with the snow of age ; but my heart is and poor Pat was committed for a as warm as iver, and melts with tender

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ness spite of the frosts of adversity that sailed up to Monte Video ; and I shall had so often nipp'd it. Would your never forget to remember that same, honour like to read that same, or shall when we stormed the breach over a I read it to you? Oh, I can repeat it scaling ladder of dead bodies, that came by heart, for sure it's always laying tumbling down upon us as fast as we next to it.

could get up. By and bye somebody

fetches me the terriblest poke of the Dear land of my fathers; their glory and pride,

sconce! it made the light dance in my Who fought for their homes, and in freedom's cause died,

eyes like sparks from a sky rocket; The hallow'd green turf-mound marks each sacred and who should it be but my ould spot,

friend Sarjant Linstock, sure, as dead And their spirits still cry, * Let us ne'er be forgot! as a red-herring, your honour. “ Long Forget you ? Ah never ! while Shannon's stream

life to you, jewel, (says I,) for taking flows,

yourself out of the way so dacently !" And Liberty's tree on dear Erin's land grows To yield us shilalas to lather our foes,

but my heart smote me as soon as I Will Paddy forget you-ah never had said it. Shame to you, Paddy,

(thought I, to rejoice in the downfall *Your lovely green meadows all sparkling with dew, Where Norah first met me, how dear to my view!

of any man; you don't know how soon Remembrance now pictures the sweet little cot,

it may be your own turn; and it struck And I hear her last words, 'Let me pe'er be forgot! me all of a heap, so I stood stock still. Forget you ? Ah never ! though now far apart, On, on, my brave fellows !' roared Still faithful and honest shall be this poor heart,

somebody in the rear, giving me a prick Till life's latest breath from my lips shall depart, Can Paddy forget you ? Ah, never!'

in the netherlands with a bayonet; it

made me jump like a billy-goat, and so “ There, your honour, what do you I rushed on, headed by our brave Capthink of that for a composition ? Oh tain, and we entered the town. Well, sure it's a sublimity, and bates your there was a comical fellow of the name criticals and your madrigals, your odds of Taylor (he was a sailor commandand your songets, all to nothing. Willing a little brig) advanced with us, Paddy forget you ? Ah never! But having a bag of union-jacks over his to make the long of the short of it, and shoulder to boist upon the batteries. go on with my story, I was sent aboard When we got into the great square, of a transport, and next day we sailed ould Elio, the Governor, stood ready with the rest for the West Indies : and to receive us ; so we charged, and Tay. all the passage out I was drill'd morn- lor, running on, knock'd him down with ing, noon, and night, till I was as thin the pack of jacks; and after that, oh as a pratecdibble-marching and coun: 'twas all dickey with 'em. 'Arrah, termarching between two guns on the Paddy, what booty have you got?' deck that wern't more nor six fect says Corporal Blacketer. “ Sorrow asunder; and what with the sae-sick- the scurragh," says I. "Och hone to ness and the drilling, and six upon four. * your heart, look here!' says he ; and I was almost dish'd by the time we got so, your honour, he turns round upon to Jem-ake-he, where they make negurs his back, and puts his hand into his of the poor blacks. Well, many years haversack, and pulls out a little silver after this, the regiment was ordered to image that I knew at first glance was the River Plate, and so we landed in St. Peter. “ Oh you tief o' the world, Maldonado Bav, and took the island of (says 1,) what, rob a church !"— No, Goretta. Oh, your honour, it made my no, (says the corporal,) I had him from heart ache to see the poor souls lie an honest priest to redeem his corpus bleeding on the ground, and to be oblic. any-mule-he from danger. And see ed to stick my bayonet into the breast here (opening his cartouch-box, and of a fellow-crature! But I thought of showing him another) and here (tapmy ould mother's advice, sure » Do ping his knapsack that bulk'd out) your duty like a man. After this we see here, I've got all the saints in the * Sis upon four.] When provisions run

Calendar dacently buckled up-faith, short, sis men are placed upon four men's

here's enough to make an Almanack ! allowance.

But what plaised me most was the good

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