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Let troubles pass away with light.
Day declineth, fades away:

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

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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

Before the majesty of Truth we stand,

And bow with reverent front; the bauble forms
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 knees 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 aught 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 sheen, And bid it vault to heaven, and seek no humble goal.

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 roll'd
Its laud afar, that the heroic mould

Of later ages night aspire to sin

More gloriously, a bauble name to win,

By spilling tides of blood, where tides before were spilt.

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


"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 !

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!

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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 bydra 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.

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 him,

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 city-so beautiful to see!
But knows that God Eternal

Will shower His blessings free,
On hearts that live to love Him,
And cling to Charity.

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Were not such idle visions as the wise
In 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

All else would follow-more than ever saw
Poet or Prophet in the utmost light

Of 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.


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 drudge, 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!"

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 lifts his fair white hands-
Stand 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 still, ye restless nations,
And be happy as ye are."

Mightier is the younger preacher-
Genius flashes from his eyes.
And the crowds who hear his voice,
Give him, whilst 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, While a sorrow gnaws the heart; While a slave awaits his freedom, Action is the wise man's part,Forward! ye awakened nations! Action is the people's part." "Onward! there are ills to conquer, Ills 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!
Root 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 quarrel.

Onward, preacher-onward yet!

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DISCOVERY FOR THE NERVES.-Persons, especially fine ladies, who in consequence of inactive or sedentary habits, the too frequent use of close carriages, and an over-refined and luxurious regimen, are afflicted with the distressing disorder termed Nervousness, will find their complaint effectually cured by six weeks' residence in a workhouse.

RAISING THE WIND.-The German Band has left Ramsgate. They were compelled at last to make a raffle of their instruments before they could get money enough to leave the place. A young lady of fortune got the Ophicleide, whilst the Serpent fell to the lot of a wealthy inhabitant, who had tempted the unfortunate band to visit the town.

HOW TO VENTILATE THE HOUSE OF COMMONS. -If the House is very cold, let Lord George Bentinck begin to speak, and a gradual warmth will be the result. If this warmth is more than the Members can bear, let Mr. D'Israeli attack Sir Robert Peel, and the astonishing coolness will strike every body. If the debate is too oppressive, Mr. Peter Borthwick should be called upon to speak, and he will clear the House in a very few minutes, by sending every member out of it.

FASHIONABLE ARRIVALS.-A cargo of Wenham Lake Ice from America. It is at present remaining in the Strand, previous to mixing in society; but it is expected the entire party will break up at the end of the fashionable season. The greater part of it has been invited by a noble Lord to take the


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THE GREYS'-INN ADMINISTRATION.-The late Earl Grey was caricatured with his tail of 70, haying provided for that number of his family. The present Administration under Lord John Russell, has a strong tendency to turn grey, which is a vebad sign in a Whig.


One of his private secretaries is a Grey. Sir George Grey is Colonial Secretary. Mr. C. Wood, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, is Lord Grey's brother-in-law.

There is also Lord Grey, and his private secretary, Honorable Captain Grey.

In fact, there are so many Greys that we wish Mr Hume, when Parliament returns from grouseshooting, would move for a list of all the Greys who are at present employed in pumping the engine of state. Should they ever resign in a body, they will certainly be able, in applying for the Chiltern Hundreds, to take a Chiltern a-piece.

VERY LIKE AN OLD JOE.-Elihu Burritt has WANTED, A PAIR OF MUSTACHES.-By a young lately favored the public with a batch of recipes gentleman who is going to spend a month (and for making cakes from Indian corn flour. One of his quarter's salary) in Paris. They must be vethem has been sent 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 seem that some mysteto the 22d, upwards of 9613 persons have availed rious law generally deduces the greate-t events themselves of the facilities afforded; and owing from mean causes. A camel-driver founded a to the insufficien 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 world to the conquests and the commerce of the old; an obscure German, by the invention of the printing-press, widened the whole intellectual sphere of man; and an Augustine monk, by denouncing the sale of indulgences, accomplished the greatest revolution that the world had experienced since the introduction of Christianity.

At the Washhouse establishment, Glasshouse Yard, Glasshouse street, East Smithfield, there have been in one year 27,622 bathers, 35,480 washers and dryers of clothes, 4,522 ironers This is the best proof of the desire of the poor to be neat, clean, and wholesome, when they can have the requisites; and, as to their acknowledgments, 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, for it makes us feel stronger, and better able to go to seek for work, and more likely to get it, than when we were so very dirty.'

PASSIVE RESISTANCE.-A cannon ball, striking the oaken ribs of a man of war, pierces straight through them, scattering destruction on all sides, until its force is expended; but if it impinge upon the waves, it swerves aside, and is conquered by their unresisting softness, and finally subsides without injury. So the first burst of passion, increased and rendered more dangerous by a stubborn opposition, will generally yield and fall harmless when it is met by softness and submission. The moral, old as the fable of the wind, the oak and the reed, has been remembered long enough to be forgotten by many. Quakers, however, have obtained their objects, as a sect, by passive resistance; and many a wise wife has followed the same course with similar success. A soft answer turneth away wrath;' but thus to

A report of the proceedings at the latter establishment says, 'several of those applying to bathe and wash their clothes in Glasshouse Yard are so destitute, that their entire clothing is that which they have on; such applicants are provided with gowns whilst they wash, dry, and mend their scanty attire, after which they bathe, and leave the establishment so much improved in personal appearance, as to be scarcely recognized as the same individuals who, a short time before, entered in rags, and covered with dirt. Such pitiable objects possessed no means of paying even the smallest charge, and must have remained in their deplorable state, but for the gratuitous aid afford-suppress your anger is not always to extinguish ed them.

It is worthy of remark, that among the young girls that came to wash in Glasshouse Yard, many, for the first time in their lives, there had the opportunity of using a washing-tub, and have 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 employment, but are, to a certain extent, obtaining it through the aid of the association, thus combining with its other objects of utility, a novel School of Industry.'

it. Inwardly it may smoulder, and you may be only hiding the fire with fuel that it may eventually burst out more fiercely. To secure it from rekindling you must steep your heart in the waters of oblivion.

SUPPLY OF WATER TO ROME AND LONDON.-A correspondent of the Mechanic's Magazine has the following speculations on the relative supplies of this important agent of health and comfort to modern 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 fifty cubic feet we are not to receive the dictum as an 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 'bathless' 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- trifling the supply they furnish to this mighty city ties and powers committed to us, if we reflect that of more than 2.000.000, 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 gantic 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 has 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- | gush forth-boundless supplies of the purest posness is to be measured by the capacity of the reci-sible water!

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