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I will be calm and wait a little longer; To-morrow, aye, to-morrow, ever, ever, Hope leans against the darkness, feigning stronger, He may return-What voice shriek'd never, never? NO NEWS. Week after week has pass'd away, And yet nor voice, nor sign, tells that he lives; Well, I must meekly wait another day, Even as a slave, to have struck off his gyves. One day! it seems a tardy year! To this most wretched mind, that gropes through gloom, Dense as that hovers o'er a loved one's bier, Or haunts the sombre hollow of the tomb. Do cannons boom about him now, And mow the serried ranks in which he stands? The frenzy of the struggle on his brow, Or does he sleep in death with folded hands? Be still, my fluttering heart; The future will not answer ere its time, But I could wish to be where now THOU art, Live, die, or pass with thee to HEAVEN'S fair clime. DEAD. Dead! this is the news at last you bring Here let me pine, and God forgive the wrong. The fears that haunted me by night and day; Dead! then bring me here the weeds of death, And death to him have lost much of its power. Dead! yes, dead! and I am left alone! But know, proud despots, that your souls of blood For all earth's bitter anguish must atone, Plunged with the damn'd in Hell's unpitying flood. Milton-street. W. E. HINTON [Aurora Melior and other Poems, Descriptive and Lyrical, by WILLIAM E. HINTON, author of Unrest, &c., in a neatly-printed volume of 192 pages, foolscap 8vo., bound in cloth, gilt lettered, price 3s. 6d., or free by Book post to any part of Great Britain on receipt of 3s. 8d. in Postage Stamps; may be had from TWEDDELL AND SONS, Booksellers, No. 87, Linthorpe Road, Middlesbrough.] THE ENGLISH HEARTH. BY GEORGE MARKHAM TWEDDELL, F.S.A., SCOT., Author of "Shakspere, his Times and Contemporaries." "O pleasant hour! O moment ever sweet! When once again we reach the calm retreat, Where looks of love and tones of joy abideThat heaven on earth-our dear, our own fireside!" HEAVISIDE's "Pleasures of Home." When Autumn's fruits are gather'd in, And trees and fields are bare; When merry birds no more are heard To warble in the air; When sweetest flowers have droop'd and died, And snow is on the ground; How cheerful is an English hearth, 'Tis then the tales of by-gone days And when the wild storm howls without, I love the cheerful English hearth And when those touching strains are sung, How swift the evening seems to fly Unfelt the piercing cold: What though the snow-flakes thickly fall, And icicles abound! I have a cheerful English hearth For friends to sit around. And when the clouds of worldly care Are gathering o'er my brow; When Sorrow's frost hath nipt my heart, And check'd the blood's warm flow; When Grief has in her heavy chain My buoyant spirits bound; How cheering is an English hearth, And though my fate should be to roam I'll think upon my English hearth, It is The cheerful English hearth, MUSING BY THE FIRE-LIGHT. Sitting by the fire-light, Musing on the past, Visions of my young days When all the world was sunshine, So pass'd my young life's dream. I fear me some are dead- Others are scatter'd in the world, Musing by the fire-light, 87, Linthorpe Road. ELIZABETH TWEDdell. 11 THE GREAT AMERICAN MASONIC POEM. "Whether we consider its unusual length, the facility of its expression, the fervent glow of its imagery, its flowing versification, or that grand poetical conception which bespeaks its author truly a poet, it may be regarded certainly, and without a fault, as the finest Masonic poem in the English language."-American Freemason. "The English Craft owe a debt of gratitude to BRO. TWEDDELL for bringing within their reach in this exceedingly cheap and compendious form, this chef-a'auvre of Masonic poetry. This beautiful production was written by BRO. AUGUSTINE J. H. DUGANNE, of New York, a brother who, we rejoice to The work will be published in sections, each section being complete in itself, so that the public will be able to procure the information they wish for without being compelled to purchase the entire work. Information relating to the Ancient or Modern History of the district, its Topography, Antiquities, Churches and Chapels, Public Buildings and Institutions, Benefit Clubs, Agriculture, Mineralogy, Manufactures, Trade and Commerce, Remarkable People or Occurrences, Pedigrees, Gentlemen's Seats, Natural History, Sports and Pastimes, Manners and Customs, Legends and Superstitions, Dialect, and whatever serves to throw light on the Past or Present condition of this interesting and important district, will be thankfully received by the Author, care of TWEDDELL AND SONS, Publishers, Middlesbrough. GENUINE UNADULTERATED TORYISM. say, is still alive, and enjoys the confidence and esteem of his, gilt lettered, marbled sides, in excellent condition, fellow-citizens. 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MIDDLESBROUGH, PAST AND PRESENT. insensibly associate ourselves, pass before us in T HE wish to know something of the past and present history of the place where we "live, move, and have our being," is so natural to every reasonable man, woman, and child, that I will not waste time and space in idle apologies for penning a few pages of chronicles anent our rapidly-increasing borough. LORD MACAULAY, in the Preface to his spirit-stirring Lays of Ancient Rome, remarks: All human beings, not utterly savage, long for some information about past times, and are delighted by narratives which present pictures to the eye of the mind: but it is only in very enlightened communities that books are readily ac cessible." 66 The Rev. T. R. MALTHUS, in his remarkable Essay on the Principle of Population, too truly states:-"The histories of mankind which we possess are, in general, histories only of the higher classes." And again:-"The misfortune of all history is, that while the particular motives of a few princes and leaders, in their various projects of ambition, are sometimes detailed with accuracy, the general causes which crowd their standards with willing followers are often entirely overlooked." If, then, there are such difficulties in arriving at the true condition of the people generally in the Bygone, how much more are the difficulties increased in tracing the Past History of a limited locality? And in recording the Present, we all know the fate of the impartial writer. * "A difference," says FOSBROKE, "has been very properly made between travelling in a foreign and a native country. The former implies novelty altogether; a distinction in the laws, religion, manners, habits, costumes, and amusements of the people; while domestic peregrination is attended only by change of scenery. The science of Antiquities exactly assimulates the former, with interesting additions, because it is connected with dramatic effect. Figures and times, with which we Encyclopædia of Antiquities. group or procession; and it has this difference from a picture, that, like the music of a dance, it animates us. The study and the exhibition form a masquerade, in which we mix in character; because, from the formation of the human mind, we can take an interest in nothing with which we do not combine ideas. What man can visit Athens, Rome, or Pompeii, without its eliciting fervid recollections of Greeks and Romans? A classic or a connoisseur will loiter with the feelings of a missionary at Jerusalem, over the sublime of the Parthenon, or the beautiful of the Erectheum.-He, too, who is ignorant of preceding ages, is incapable of mixing in cultivated society, so far as it depends upon the ability to join in general conversation. A scholar and a man of the world, unitedly or respectively, as to character, ought to know, that neither philosophy nor criticism can be accurate, where there is no knowledge of Archæology." Endorsing these views, the Editor of the Middlesbrough Miscellany must strive, amongst other things, to indoctrinate his readers to love all that really serves to throw light upon the Past, the Present, and the Future. With such dim lights as we can obtain, let us first take a retrospective glance down the dark vista of the Past, and "Scoff not at antiquarian research, PETER PROLETARIUS. Without being, like "Mr. Simpkinson, from Bath," in the Ingoldsby Legends, "a professed antiquary and one of the first water," who, according to CANON BARHAM, "was master of Gwillim's Heraldry, Milles's History of the Crusades; knew every plate in the Monasticon; had written an essay on the origin and dignity of overseer, and settled the date of a Queen Anne's farthing; "t +"An influential member of the Antiquarian Society, to whose Beauties of Bagnigge Wells he had been a liberal subscriber," continues the sarcastic parson, "procured him a seat at the board of that learned body, since which happy epoch Sylvanus Urban had not a more indefatigable correspondent. His inaugural essay on the President's cocked hat was considered a miracle of erudition and his account of the earliest application of gilding to gingerbread a masterpiece of antiquarian research."--See "The Spectre of Tappington," in the geld by Legends. anent the then condition of Cleveland and South Durham, and the wonderful events of their days. As it is, we must pass over the British, Saxon, and Danish Periods, with the remark, that a Roman road, probably formed on the site of a British trackway, is ascertained to have passed through Cleveland to the mouth of the Tees; and that there can be no doubt that the whole district has been inhabited by Ancient Britons, Romans, Saxons, and Scandinavians, and that Middlesbrough in bygone ages has been the scene of stirring events, which no pen can ever chronicle. Whence, for instance, came those great quantities of human bones found at the commencement of modern Middlesbrough? one may still have a liking for local as well as for general history, and the man or woman who despises the one, will miss much that illustrates the other. Let no one, therefore, despise local history; especially that of the district to which they themselves belong. Instead of sneering at, or, at best, regarding with cold contempt, the labourers in this field of usefulness, our "respectable classes" would prove themselves more worthy of respect if they were less churlish in giving, or rather refusing, the little information they possess, and could find both pleasure and profit, in receiving information themselves, and also in giving it to others. Even in the hungry hunt after money in Middlesbrough, it will be better for us to remember that there are higher-bones which the interments of a cell of even pursuits, and that "man cannot live by bread alone," or by any mere material things. MIDDLESBROUGH-which, from the rapidity of its growth, was called by MR. GLADSTONE, "the youngest child of England's greatness" *—has a history in the Past as well as the Present; and an interesting one would be that of the Bygone if I could do it justice. But all is dark, save the faint glimmer of light in the east, gleaming from good old LIONEL CHARLTON'S History of Whitby and of Whitby Abbey, collected from the original Records of the Abbey, and other authentic Memoirs never before made public, a valuable contribution to our local literature, published in 1779. t Though I know of no British remains having been found at Middlesbrough, as we have indisputable proof of the district being well peopled before the Roman Invasion, there can be no doubt that the brave Brigantes many a time and oft here sailed on the Tees in their coracles, or boats of basket-work covered with the hides of animals; and I only wish that some potent spirit-rapper could call me up the shades of a few such ancient Celts as that of him whose bones Dr. Craster and myself found" quietly inurned" in the tumulus on Eston Nab, § so that I might record their evidence That title, however, may with greater propriety be applied to Barrow-in-Furness, which is of still later developement than Middlesbrough. See the forthcoming People's History of Furness and Cartmel, fo.ming that portion of Lancashire called Londsdale North of the Sands, by GEORGE MARKHAM TWEDDELL. + For a notice of the Life and Writings of that venerable "teacher of the mathematics at Whitby," see The Bards and Authors of Cleveland and South Durham, pages 121 to 130. §"On Wednesday week, another tumulus was opened, a short distance from those just referred to, by a party of workmen under the direction of T. W. Craster, Esq., M.D., Middlesbrough, a gentleman who has had much experience in these matters, and Mr. George Markham Tweddell, who has been for some time engaged in writing a new history of the district. The tumulus opened by Messrs. Craster and Tweddell was thirtynine feet in diameter, and six feet in height. A circle of about fifteen yards in circumference was excavated in the very centre of the tumulus, down to the level of the floor, beneath which the ground had never been disturbed. At the distance of four twelve monks and their neighbouring peasantry for centuries would be inadequate to account for. Middlesbrough is not mentioned, by that name at least, in the Domesday Survey; and the immediate vicinage was then laid waste by the ravages of war. The names of Acklam, Arncliff, Appleton [on-wisk], the two Aytons, Barnaby, Battersby, Brotton, the two Broughtons, Busby, Carlton, Coleby, Crathorn, Danby, Dromonby, Easby, Eston, Faceby, Foxton, Gisbrough, Hemlington, Hilton, the various Huttons and Inglebys, Kildale, Kilton, Kirby, Lackenby, Lazenby, Lealholm, the two Leathams and Levingtons, Lofthouse, Maltby, Marsk, Marton, Middleton, Morton, Newham, Newton, Normanby, Ormesby, Rounton, Rudby, Seamer, Skelton, Skutterskelf, Stainsby, Stainton, Stokesley, Tanton, Thornaby, Thornton, the Thorps, Tocketts, Tolesby, Upsal, Whorlton, Wilton, Worsal, and Yarm, however, are amongst the manors and sokes in Cleveland, named in that important record. The origin of the name of Middlesbrough is now a matter of ingenious speculation. The editor of the Middlesbrough Exchange says:-"The name feet south-west from the centre, and about two feet and a half from the centre of the tumulus, they found a rude Celtic urn, containing calcined human bones; but the urn had been split by the roots of a large whin, which had grown into it, and the fibres of which had penetrated the full length of the largest bones, and evidently enjoyed the bone manure.' Thus, the remains of what was probably one of the principal people amongst the Brigantes two or three thousand years ago, have been nurturing the whins which bloomed on the Cleveland Hills, above the very mines from which Messrs. Bolckow and Vaughan are obtaining their ironstone; and the air of Cleveland has been perfumed with the fragrance of golden gorse-flowers whose nutriment has been principally derived from the bones of one who perhaps ruled the district when the frail coracles of the Ancient Britons alone navigated the adjoining estuary of the Tees, of which no better view can be obtained than from this very ancient tumulus on the brow of the hill. Large quantities of freestone, which had been placed in the tumulus at the time of the interment, had become so far decomposed as to be reduced to an almost impalpable powder. We understand that it is the intention of the two gentlemen we have named to proceed with their excavations until those ancient bnrial-places are fully investigated."-Newspaper Paragraph. |