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yet no satisfaction, no redress! Would and obtain guarantees for that peace which you not, O Journalists, be better employed it is still asserted that he loves, and which in agitating for the adoption of a measure for the security of personal freedom, (M. Guizot will tell you about our English habeas-corpus,) than in rendering yourselves worse than useless by your folly, and so depriving the public of the only public defender left to it. We propose but one glorious feature of liberty to you, lest we might confound you with too much light. Here is a noble, useful, necessary object, for the advocacy of which the country would thank you, in the efforts for which the country would sustain you, and in the pursuit of which you would once more take your legitimate place as the guides and guardians of a virtuous public necessity.

If the Journalists of France adopted this counsel, the glory would be all their own. The popular leaders in the Chamber show not the least inclination to make a stand for public liberty. Thiers helped to pass the September laws against the Press, which made him what he is; and without Odillon Barrot, the Bastilles could not have been carried. We hear enough of soldiers and sailors, but not one word about civil institutions. M. Dufaure and M. Passy are separated from M. Guizot only by so many sail of the line; they have not a word to offer for the electoral franchise. Here, we repeat, is a wide, and to the shame of the statesmen and legislators of France, an untrodden path. To the Press we again say, take it, occupy it, plant it with fresh and vigorous Institutions for the shelter and security of the People, and do cease to play those tricks which make you objects of pity to your neighbors.

it will then be his honor to have maintained. But let him mark well, that upon no other condition than this, is either the one or the other permanently fixed. And notwithstanding the grave censure which we have been obliged to pass upon the Paris Journals, we think sufficiently well of them to believe that they would yet support the monarch in the wise, just, liberal, and yet most prudent course, which we humbly suggest to him. A more grateful task could not occur to us than that of welcoming back the NEWSPAPER PRESS OF FRANCE, in circumstances such as these, to a position they never would have forfeited, if the possession of most remarkable talents, and the recollection of services for which in times past they made the whole civilized world their debtor, could of themselves have retained them there.

WEALTH.-One of the best and most satisfactory uses of wealth, my dear boy, (says Punch, in his "Letters to his Son,") is to dazzle with our riches the eyes of our neighbors. Your dear mother once hit this point to a nicety. We had long expected the payment of a small legacy bequeathed to her by a distant relation, whose exact degree of kindred I cared not much to inquire into. It was enough for us that your dear mother's name was down in the will; and that the executors promised some day to faithfully perform the injunctions of the dear deceased. "And when we get this money," said your mother to me in a moment of connubial confidence. "I tell we'll do with it." As I knew she would proceed no you what we'll do with it-I tell you, my love, what further until I begged to know her intentions, I at once put the question: "What, my dearest, what willy will you do with it?" "Why, my love," answered take the plate out of pawn, and give a party." Yes; your parent, her eyes sparkling with pleasure, we'll the great gratification to be gathered from the legacy was, that we might flash our four tea-spoons and pair

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turf will be an emerald to you; every grasshopper bloom will come upon the picture! Every bit of will chirrup-a very angel to your self-complacency; every tree. moved by the wind, will bow to you as you pass by it; the very fish in the river will

We are the more earnest in offering this of tongs in the eyes of people for whom we had not the slightest esteem; and to one of whom your moadvice, because we think the present time ther had, I know, on three occasions captiously remost favorable for an experiment in favor of fused the loan of her bellows. I think I have Liberal Institutions. The country enjoys heard you say my love the face of Nature-the profound internal tranquillity; but the coun- open sky-the fields, the trees, the shining river, all are glorious to you! My dear boy, whatever may try is standing still; and an ardent, intelli-be your present delight in contemplating these obgent and accomplished people, will not con-jects, as yet you know nothing of their value. Look sent to stagnate, while every other nation upon them with the eye of a proprietor, and what a is, if not in progress, at least in a state of activity. It is because the attention of France has not been fixed upon practical reforms, that in particular fever fits she turns to foreign war as the sole path to glory. It was the hope of war, deprived of the fear of invasion by the Fortification of the Capital, which allowed that feudal measure, so full of danger to liberty, to be passed in a moment of artificial excitement. Let Louis Philippe boldly widen the popular basis of his throne, and he will secure the dynasty of whose continuance he is so apprehensive,

Show the sun their wav'd coats dropp'd with gold.

reflecting there your wealth, and not their beauty. Nay, that portion of the sky which rains and shines its blessings upon your land, you will behold as yours; yea, human pride, strong in its faith of property, will read upon the face of heaven itself"MEUM!" Every sunbeam will be to you as if it were an ingot. How delicious and how entrancing must have been the feelings of Adam when he awoke in Eden, to find himself-a landed proprietor !— Charivari.

THE ENCHANTED LILY.

BY THOMAS FEATHERSTONE.

From Ainsworth's Magazine.

THERE is a sweet and dim recess
In the depths of a lone green wilderness-
'Tis form'd of cedar, beech, and pine,
Whose boughs so closely interwine
That scarce a glimpse of sky is seen

The thick and deep green leaves between :
The moss of its untrodden floor
Is interwoven all with flowers,
And the breezy roof is fretted o'er

With quivering light in the noontide hours;
But when the moon is bright and high,
She pours through the web-like tracery
A tremulous and tender glow
Upon the velvet sward below.

There trills a thin and silvery brook,

Through the grass and flowers of the fairy nook,
Which is fed by a clear and sparkling well,
That springs in the midst of the leafy cell;
And hither at night the elves would come,

When the skies were bright and the winds were dumb,

To sport in the mazy dome, and lave
Their moony limbs in the crystal wave.

In the days of yore, a wandering knight
Reposed on the marge of that fountain bright,
And he dreamt a dream that a lady fair,
By a wicked enchanter, was spell-bound there
And that he alone could dissolve the spell,
And free the nymph from the magic well.
The sprite of his vision then portray'd
The shadowy form of the captive maid,-
The waters heaved on their glassy breast
A fair young lily's veined crest,

Which, obeying the wave of the mystic wand,
Disclosed a being so bright-so fond-
As fill'd the breast of the sleeping knight
With a tumult of wonder and wild delight.
Oh, never, I ween, had he gazed before
On charms so bright as that fair maid wore ;
The dewy plumes of the winged air
Waved back her hyacinthine hair

From her young white brow and her azure eyes,
That were full of the light of the starry skies,
And turn'd the hues of the violet dim-
And their orbs were weepingly fix'd on him.

He sprang from the earth with an eager bound,
And he threw out his arms-but, alas! he found
He had been but the sport of an idle dream :
The moon and the starlight softly fell
Through the emerald gloom of the leafy dome
On the clear blue breast of the fairy well.

Aloud he call'd upon 'squire and thrall,
They were chain'd in slumber, each and all-
So deep, that but for the heaving breath,

He had deem'd them lock'd in the sleep of death!
And their steeds reposed on the shady ground,
In the same deep magic of slumber bound.
With a frown of anger he grasp'd his lance,
To rouse them up from their mystic trance,
When a murmur of melody, sweet and low,
Arose on his ear, with a lute-like flow,
And sank to his soul like the bloomy balm
Of a spring-tide eve, when the skies are calm.

The notes grew louder, and seem'd to swell
From the still blue depths of the waveless well,

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Softly and sweetly the echoes died
In the voiceless space of the welkin wide,
Till nought was heard but the sleepy trill
Of the eager waves of that infaut rill,
As they leap'd along, with a lulling song,
The moss and the flowers and leaves among ;
And the fays dissolved in the ether blue,
As fades in the beams of morn the dew.
But quick as their mysterious flight,
A queen-like lily, fair and bright,.
Display'd her lithe and sylphite bell
On the placid breast of the azure well.

There stood she, like a fair young bride,
In her dream of joy and her hour of pride,
Ascending out of her liquid cave,
And viewing her limbs in the limpid wave;
The pausing moon on her forehead shone,
And the eye of the knight was fix'd thereon.
When lo! from the clasp of her veined arms,
So modestly folding her virgin charms,
A creature bright, of dazzling light,
Look'd out with a smile on his raptured sight.

The spell was burst-the nymph was free
From the dark magician's glamourie-
But ah! too eager he to grasp
His treasure in a lover's clasp-
No sooner did his mortal hold
In rapturous clasp her form enfold,
Than one long, low, mysterious wail
Was borne to silence by the gale,
And in a shower of sighing rain
She sank amid the waves again!

The morning broke, but nowhere found
His serfs their lord ;-they sought around
Each gloomy thicket, dell, and cleft,
In vain-in vain- no trace was left!
And 'squire and thrall, with troubled look,
At length their anxious search forsook,
And each, in mystic wonder bound,
Stole, awed, from that enchanted ground.

ANTI-CORN-LAW LEAGUE.

From the Colonial Gazette.

Inounce the imputations of the Tory press. He was interrupted by some person, who called out "Question!" an interruption. which Mr. Cobden with much temper and adroitness, turned to account

is the game, the deliberate game of our enemies, minds of the people from the object which we to scatter charges against us, and thus divert the have at heart."

THE Anti-Corn-law League had a "grand Metropolitan demonstration" on Wednesday-a public meeting of their friends and supporters at the Crown and Anchor Tav"That gentleman, whether he be friend or ern. Mr. Hamer Stansfield of Leeds took enemy, is right. It is a mistake, and a great the chair; and there were present, Mr. John fault on our part, to allow ourselves for a moBright of Rochdale, Mr. Brooks of Man-ment to be diverted from the real question. It chester, Mr. Joseph Hume, Mr. Cobden, Mr. Milner Gibson, Mr. Ewart, Dr. Bowring, Mr. R. R. R. Moore of Manchester, Mr. Paulton, and a great number of the Chairmen and He described the peaceful weapons of the Secretaries of the branch Associations of League-the printing-press, and lectures; the Metropolis. The meeting is said to its object-to make the Corn-law known, have been the largest held at the Crown and understood, abhorred, and therefore speedAnchor for twenty-four years: not only the ily put to an end. After a clever Anti-Corngreat room, but all the ante-rooms and pas-law address, Mr. Cobden again adverted to sages, were crowded; and deputations were the charges against the League; referring sent from time to time to the platform for particularly to the speech of the Rev. Mr. speakers, who came out and addressed the Bayley, of Sheffield, on the 6th of July— auxiliary meetings. Frequent allusion was made to the scene in the House of Commons last Friday night. The Chairman remarked

"Their enemies might single out an individual with: and what then? Let a man, whether he speech or an individual act to reproach them be a real enemy or a false friend, single out the "If there be any characteristic of an English-individual speech of a minister of the gospel, and man which distinguishes Richard Cobden more say that his language was violent and indiscreet, than another, it is his love of fair play. Now, and Mr. Cobden would say to him, as had been foul play has been practised on that gentleman. said to another before him, 'Let him who is with(Vehement cheering.) The higher the party out sin among you cast the first stone.' There from whom it emanated, the fouler the deed. was no doubt but that the short life of the League To accuse a man openly of instigating to the had witnessed acts of indiscretion, as there were commission of assassination, if there were acts of indiscretion in the daily and weekly lives grounds for such a charge, it would be manly- of them all: but was it the part of a friend to it would be bold-it would be English to make mount the most public stage he could find in the it: but to insinuate what it is not dared to ex-country, and declaim against a member of the press, is worthy of a mind practised in duplicity. (Loud cheers.) But let Mr. Cobden be assured that, from whatever source this atrocious stigma proceeds-whoever aims the foul blow-whether it be a wily enemy or a false friend-(Loud cries of 'Roebuck!' and groans)-his countrymen will rally round him and see that he has fair play." (Continued cheering.)

Mr. Cobden himself said, he would rather that the transaction had not been alluded to: he should leave it in the hands of his intelligent countrymen, and be satisfied with their verdict

Anti-Corn-law League, in language which he knew would be seized hold of by the Monopolist press and applied to the whole League? Was it right that a friend to their cause should take such a way of reproving individual acts of members of their body? or should he not have written upon the subject to those members of the League with whom he was in close correspondence at the time? But he did not attend there to exculpate the members of the League from charges which might have been brought against them. He heard these charges with regret, but he knew that the League had outgrown such charges. They could laugh at them, and despise such kind friends as those who advanced them them; nay more, they would do what probably did not intend or wish that they should do-they would profit by their censures." (Loud cheers.)

Mr. Bright delivered a very long speech, in the course of which he said, that as long as the Corn-laws existed, they would be liable to such outbreaks as those of the au

"You have been told that I have been charged in my place in Parliament with instigating to assassination! I, who received a diploma from the Society of Friends as a peacemaker, on account of my writing, long before I was known as a politician: I, who in all shapes, to the best of my humble ability, endeavored to depress the false boast of mere animal powers at the expense of the immortal part of our being: I, who abhor capital punishments: I, who am conscientiously tumn: so long as human nature remained of opinion that it is worse than useless to take as it was, he felt satisfied that vast multilife, even for the punishment of murder: I have tudes of men, who could live if the law been accused of instigating to assassination!"-permitted them, would not lie down and die (Loud groans.) quietly with wives and children starving He then proceeded indignantly to de- laround them. He believed that if the late

disturbances had taken place in the agricul- his commencing pattern in calico printing. tural districts, the probable results would His third son, the late Sir Robert, was the have been such as he dared not contemplate. founder of the family. He was born at The brutal ignorance of the agricultural la- Blackburn in 1750, and after having traded borer might be in some degree explained, in that town for some years, he removed to when they recollected that there were no Bury, and established that larger cotton persons above their own situation in life manufactory, which ultimately led to his who had for them a word of sympathy or great wealth. Having acquired a fortune, comfort. Such was not the case with the he procured himself to be returned as a operatives in the manufacturing districts. member of the House of Commons, was Their employers interested themselves in made a baronet, and died in 1830, leaving their condition; but had the rural squire behind him a plentiful landed estate, and and the clergyman any sympathy with their between one and two millions of personal unfortunate laborers? property. The present Sir R. Peel, the prime minister, thus speaks of his father :'My father moved in a confined sphere, and "The Prime Minister had been represented as employed his talents in improving the cothaving been much excited at something-a threat ton trade. He had neither wish nor opporof assassination! (Laughter.) If this was true, tunity of making himself acquainted with it must have arisen from the still small voice of his native country, or society far removed conscience; and he would not wish him visited from his native county, Lancashire. I lived with any greater censure. He knew a little girl under his roof till I attained the age of who stood being shot at a great deal better than manhood, and had many opportunities of he did. (Tremendous cheering for some min-manhood,

Colonel Thompson ridiculed Sir R. Peel's fears of assassination

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utes, intermingled with cries of "The Queen! discovering that he possessed in an eminent God bless her!') He believed that the whole degree a mechanical genius and a good affair was a political stratagem. The Quarterly heart, He had many sons, and placed them Review had charged him with saying it was all in situations that they might be useful time to do something more than talk: that was to each other. The cotton trade was preuttered during the progress of the late election, ferred, as best calculated to secure this oband referred to the conduct of the electors on the hustings. That was a specimen of the truthful-ject; and by habits of industry, and impartness of the charges against the Anti-Corn-law ing to his offspring an intimate knowledge League in reference to a late event."

The meeting was also addressed by Mr. Hume, Mr. Milner Gibson, and Dr. Bowring; and, thanks having been voted to the Chairman, it peaceably separated.

SIR ROBERT PEEL AND HIS ERA.

From Bell's Weekly Messenger. Sir Robert Peel and his Era. Cotes, London. As nothing is more sought after in this day than biography and anecdotes of public characters, we candidly confess ourselves pleased with the work now before us, as largely contributing to the curiosity and entertainment of the reader, and disclosing many particulars relating to the family of the eminent statesman whose name stands so prominently on the title-page. This, indeed, may be emphatically called the "Era" of Sir R. Peel, and his name seems stamped upon it, for all posterity, as the leading character of the age.

The grandfather of Sir R. Peel is said to have been traditionally known in Lancashire as "Parsley Peel," from the circumstance of his first having used the parsley leaf as

of the various branches of the cotton manu

facture, he lived to see his children connected together in business, and by their one exception, opulent and happy. My successful exertions to become, without father may be truly said to have been the founder of our family; and he so accurately appreciated the importance of commercial wealth, in a national point of view, that he was often heard to say that the profits of individuals were small, compared with the national gains arising from trade."

Sir R. Peel, the father of the Premier, had a very early presentiment that his son would rise to high public station, and in his plain way of speaking he even mentioned this in the House of Commons. "I taught him," he said, "from early life to walk in the steps of Mr. Pitt, and I felt persuaded that he would deserve the praise which some honorable gentleman had been pleased to bestow upon the speech which he has just made." The present Sir Robert, the Premier, was born at Chamberhall, near Bury, in Lancashire, in 1788. He was sent at a proper age to Harrow school, where he was a schoolfellow of Lord Byron, who thus speaks of him while he was his companion at Harrow. "He was my form-fellow, and we were both at the top of our class. We

band and her family.

think of that?
"As for Sir Robert's oratory, what do you

"It depends on your estimate and definition of oratory. As a speaker, Sir Robert Peel has no rival in the House of Commons.

were on good terms, but his brother was she is a most elegant, lovely, quiet, unobtrusive my intimate friend. There were always lady; and said to be dotingly fond of her husgreat hopes of Peel amongst us all-masters and scholars-and he has not disappointed them. As a scholar he was greatly my superior; as a declaimer and actor, I was reckoned at least his equal: as a schoolboy, out of school, I was always in scrapes, and he NEVER and in school, he always knew his lesson, and I rarely; but when I knew it, I knew it nearly as well. In general information, history, &c. &c., I think I was his superior, as well as of most boys of my standing."

But it is not our purpose to pass through the well-known details of the life of this eminent statesman. The writer of these notes seems well acquainted with the House of Commons and the leading characters of the day.

A NIGHT IN THE HOUSE OE COMMONS.

"Peel very punctually comes down to the House of Commons at five o'clock. He will be here immediately. Oh, there he is, with papers in his hand, I suppose the copy of some newlyconcluded commercial treaty. You will see him stand at the bar to catch the Speaker's eye, when, of course, he has not long to wait; though, if other matters are in the way, he must take his turn. Hark!

"Why, what do you mean? I understand by an orator, a man who can talk well.

"No doubt, no doubt. But Sir Robert Peel is derstanding, though not very capacious, is excelnot a Burke, nor a Fox, nor a Canning; his unlent; and though rather slow to appreciate and acknowledge principles, he is not capable of doggedly persevering in a course against which his intellect protests. His eloquence is therefore a reflection of his character. His mind is not deeptoned, his oratory is not electric, he clothes no thunders,' imprints no ineffaceable recollections. principles in burning words, emits no 'living Yet he is really an admirable and accomplished public speaker-as such, unrivalled in the present house. The habits of his mind enable him to arrange his topics with great art, and to present them with exceeding clearness; in the language of Milton, 'his words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command, and in well-ordered files, as he would wish, fall aptly into their places.' His voice, though neither sonorous, nor capable of varied expression, is managed with much skill, and so rendered subservient to the speaker's purposes as to make him, if not a powerful, at least a delightful and exceedingly interesting talker. He greatly enlaid themselves open to fair retort, or even to a dexterous quibble, or an ingenious rhetorical perversion. Let some blundering speaker make some awkward admission or obvious exaggeration--let some philosopher wander out of the ordinary track, and draw arguments for annual parliaments from the annual revolution of the "Yes, but though reputed such a peculiarly earth-then Sir Robert Peel treasures them all cool, cautious man, he is, in temperament, very up, gives them a ludicrous turn, and with his face sensitive, and keenly alive to all the proprieties all wreathed with smiles, looks round to enjoy of morals and of manners. You see he is a florid the bursting laughter and the ringing cheer man-sanguineous; and such men are frequent- which echo hehind him. His enjoyment of this ly very attentive to externals, while 'black' or kind of thing has betrayed him into that habit of 'bilious' men, though just as full of SELF, are rhetorical evasion which has too much charactermore apt to neglect manner, in their deeper med-ized his parliametary speeches, and procured for itation of matter.

"Sir Robert Peel!""

"Papers, sir, by command of her Majesty.""joys having to reply to opponents who may have "Bring them up.'"

"There, now, he is 'bringing them up.' "Does it not strike you, as he moves up the floor of the house, that there is a sort of mauvaise honte about him?-a thing that surprises me, considering his rather handsome person, address, and long usage of the House of Commons.

"How old is Peel?

"He approaches his 55th year, and, as you may perceive, is in the bloom of health, as well as the prime of life.

"Do you know any thing of his domestic lifeof Lady Peel, who she is, and what she is?

"Not a bit; but it is most amiable, social, and unspotted-Peel is a virtuous and religious man; and if I had heard any thing I would not repeat it. Ladies' maids, chambermaids, and footmen, are the very worst appreciators of character: so far from being able to see below the surface, they do not even see the surface; and a man so quiet in his domestic habits as Sir Robert Peel can only be known through a domestic medium. As for Lady Peel, I only know what every body knows that she is the daughter of General Sir John Floyd; that he was married to her in 1820; that

him the reputation of being the greatest master of plausibilities in the House of Commons. He is shaking off this habit, and taking fairer, and, therefore, higher ground.

LORD STANLEY.

"It is time for me now to put in a word. Will you point out Lord Stanley to me?

"He is not in the house. See, there he is, coming in, swinging his hat betwixt finger and thumb.

"Why, I thought that Stanley was a little man-quite a boy in personal appearance.

"You surely don't expect men to remain for ever the same. Edward Geoffrey Stanley is now 44 years of age; a time of life when, if ever a man is going to become stout, he manifests it. His lordship has more physique than his friend, Lord John."

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