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O lodger in the sea-kings' halls, couldst thou but understand
Give honour to their memories who left the pleasant strand,
That will do. Three cheers-my old boy-for the Wooden Walls! (Hurra! hurra! hurra!)
Had I kept to the navy, Tim, 'tis needless to say who had won Trafalgar.
Kept to the navy! So you were once a Middy ?
I served before the mast-a volunteer.
Pressed at Portsmouth, while sowing your wild oats. Poor Poll!-But is the "Forging of the Anchor" your own-Kit?
I wish it were. But the world will yet hear of the writer. Belfast gave him birth-I believe-and he bears the same name with a true poet of our own Scotland-Fergusson. Maga will be proud of introducing him to the world. There are not such a noble race of men in the wide world as our sailors and soldiers and I rejoice to see that they have their own organ now to record and to emblazon the deeds of the brave-to defend their rights and privileges-and vindicate, against all shabby civilians, the character of their order The United Service Journal.
A spirit-stirring work, full of useful instruction in these troubled timesNorth.
Contributed-edited-read by men-and gentlemen-and I will addChristians. For, war there must be in this world, for some centuries to come; and therefore let us fight with as much humanity as is consistent with the end in view, the overthrow or destruction of all our enemies.
What is the meaning of all this savage slang in the radical newspapers against some article or other in the last number of that admirable Journal?
Some say there's a secret under it; it seems to my simple and unsuspecting mind, the pure spite of baffled sedition and rebellion. Some excellent soldier, whose countenance would get as red as his coat at the thought of shame befalling a brother in arms, when called upon to preserve property or life from the wicked madness of an infuriated rabble, has therein explained the plan that the military ought to pursue with mobs whose immediate object is fire, robbery, rape, and murder, and their ultimate object the same as that of the demagogues who drive them to such desperate crimes-the destruction, namely, of all social order, and the overthrow of the state.
Most considerate and humane. But then-death to the hopes of traitors. Hence gnashing of teeth among the cowards of the press-gang, and vomit
ings of fetid bile upon the brave, who would fain save, by forewarning, the "swinish multitude.",
Burke got abused for that epithet
As he did for many others as eternally truthful; and therefore I say "swinish." Let the ruffian stand forth from the rabble, who dares to insult us for that word "swinish," step into the ring, and strip, and in one round, Old North will give him his quietus. I appeal to Two Hundred Numbers, nearly, of this Magazine, in proof of our love for the people. Their virtues we have eulogized-as have all our Contributors; their sufferings we-the Tories-have sympathized with-and done our best— (what pauper patriot, bankrupt alike in fortune and in honour, dare deny it?)-by pen and purse to relieve; are we, therefore, to abstain from the use of the most appropriate word in the English language, when we see, with our very bodily eyes, a whole legion of devils entering into a raging rabble, and transforming them, with a sudden change beyond the power of all the sorcerers of sedition, into a herd of swine, that, instead of rushing into the sea and grunting out bells and bubbles till their carcasses float filthily together like one multifarious carcass in a drowned death, have gathered themselves, under that demoniac possession, from the lanes and alleys, where they had their styes, of a great city, into the streets and squares, and obedient to their now brutal nature, making use of the human faculties still left them, to set the city on fire, scampering up and down the lines of burning houses, while the cry of the Radicals is sent up with the sparks that kindle the night-sky," Reform! reform! tyrants! Behold and tremble at the MAJESTY OF THE PEOPLE!"
Would I hang the rioters? Not if I could help it. But if such incendiaries be pardoned-there is no law any longer in this land.
Unless their lives be spared, that punishment may fall on the-Instigators.
Who are they? The MINISTRY AND THE PRESS. Not every member, perhaps, of the revolutionary Ministry-not every member, certainly, of the revolutionary Press; but those who preached to the populace such sermons that the sole practical conclusion ignorant congregations could draw from them was-" Let us break their bonds and cut their cords asunderlet us terrify our tyrants-and fire set us free."
CHIEST TEA TICKLER.
The Morning Herald itself, reforming paper, but conducted in an honourable and a humane spirit, has admitted almost all that you have now said-has proclaimed it; and the charge is proved against the guilty in high and in low places, unless indeed words be but empty air, and sinless therefore, the mere syllablings of sedition.
Peace to his ashes. He saw not the "coming events," even when they "flung," not only their "shadows before," but their own grimness black on his very face; and if he had not his secret instructions from the Government, which I do not believe, he had his open instructions from the press it patronizes, and obeying them, but with no congenial spirit, he delivered himself up to shame, sorrow, and death.
The unfortunate man believed that it was his duty to behave as he did to the mob. The belief shewed weakness of understanding, and caused conduct, in which the honour of the soldier was sacrificed to a vain desire and hope of conciliating the base and brutal mob, by treating them as friends and brothers embarked in the same cause. "I, too, am a Reformer!” Alas!
alas! And so saying, as a smith indignae had deconel Brereton
the " lowest of the low" and that, too,
that they would murder the dragoons! For his own life, had no fears. Doubtless, he was personally brave. But
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honour to his memory, as a soldier on ser have proposed paying marks of service—that the conduct, which his sensibility to shame drove him to expiate so lamentably, might be held up to the admiration and imitation of the British army
and savage soul of a revolutionist.
Incredible baseness!--if any baseness incredible in the sulky, sullen, A DONOR 978-29itOT 91-97 200 Yet had Colonel Brereton acted with ordinary energy, my Lord Althorp might would have spoken with disgust and indignation-little accustomed though he be to speak eloquently" of the Bristol massacre. ozod quedo abbu s dit quinolent basdder 901261 Ay! Ministers, who are not only the courteous correspondents, but the humble, obliged, and grateful servants of Political Unions, by themselves denounced as illegal, and which passed seditious resolutions in their very teeth, are the likeliest men in the world to have desired to break a military officer for dispersing by the edge of the sword one of their own mobs. You remember the 7th Epod. of Horace? sift the at isift ist 15
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Handsomely handcuffing, down from the palace, to co
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nate song. I give the subject.
A NEW SONG, TO BE SUNG BY ALL LOYAL AND TRUE SUBJECTS.
Ye good honest Englishmen, loyal and true,
Priests, Prelates, and Churchmen, who honour the creed
From fiendish conspiracy-" God save the King!"
Ye that mean to stand firm by a Protestant throne,
With the true voice of loyalty" God save the King!"
Ye that know well the plots of fool, knave, and profane,
Would episcopize Cobbett, and canonize Paine;
Join, join in our chorus defiance to fling
At their blasphemous rage, and cry-" God save the King!"
Ye that know when Whig Radical Orators shine,
And bewilder the mobs whom they urge to combine,
To keep them from delving-so, " God save the King!"
Ye that honour the laws that our forefathers made,
And would not see the laurels they twined for us fade,
Nor would yield up your wealth to the cant of "free trade ;"
With our commerce and glory-and " God save the King !”
All ye that are foes to mean quibbles and quirks,
And twopenny statesmen, well known by their works,
That have used the poor Greeks ten times worse than the Turks; Join, join in our chorus, and manfully sing,
With good English honesty-" God save the King!"
Defend us from hypocrites, save us from quacks,
To our ships and our colonies-" God save the King!"
From, of all the vile humbugs that ever was known,
That vilest and direst, Sierra Leone,
That makes savages howl, and poor Englishmen groan;
Join, join in our chorus, the downfall to sing
Ye nobles, stand forth, and defend us, ye great,
On the land of our fathers-and God save the King!"
Defend us once more from the Regicide Bill,
And the Bedlamite Whigs, that have caused so much ill, And would bind our bold King to their absolute will; Join, join in our chorus, and still let us cling
To the laws of Old England-and " God save the King!"
From Lord Chancellors save us, who flop on their knees,
From scheming hypocrisy-" God save the King!"
That give friendly advice to the Lords they should shun,
From evil advisers all-" God save the King!"
From a new House of Peers, that shall put the old down,
Join, join in the chorus, and let the rogues swing,
From national robbers, call'd "National Guards,”.
From a Citizen King, and a new La Fayette,
With his sword in the scales to weigh down a just debt,
To the rescue from tyranny—“ God save the King!"
From a dastardly Ministry, cringing and mean
To their sovereign mob, and reserving their spleen
Join, join in our chorus-true homage we bring
Emancipate Ireland once more from the thirst
Of rapine and murder, with which she is cursed,