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and firmness of the Noble Duke at the head of the Government, that he was confident that he would never propose such a measure on insufficient grounds. The Noble Duke had said that the time was now come; and he must say, it appeared to him that the time was come. And he must say, that if any thing could strengthen his conviction, that this was the proper time, it was the consideration that at no time could any change be made with greater safety than when the Noble Duke had the management of affairs. He had long wished to see this question taken up by Government (loud cheers); and he had always felt, that until it was made a Government question, it could be productive of nothing but mischief; but that the instant Ministers declared that it could be passed with safety, then, and not till then, it became him to abandon any preconceived opinions of his, which of course could not be founded on such information as was possessed by them. (Cheers.)

"He was fully prepared to find himself assailed with the charge of apostacy. He was sorry to differ from the -heads of the Church, and from so many noble lords, for whom he entertained such a high respect; but he had learned to despise the cuckoonote of inconsistency. Public men must sometimes subject themselves to obloquy for the public good. He well knew the price which he must pay for the luxury of doing what he be lieved to be right. In the discharge of his duty, his tenderest feelings had been violently lacerated, and domestic ties-all that was dearest-(here his Lordship appeared deeply affected, and paused for several moments before he could master his agitation)-But he would not detain their Lordships with

his own private feelings. He felt deeply the ungenerous conduct of his opponents. He deprecated such personalities, and such acrimony, as most contrary to his Majesty's most gracious recommendation at the beginning of the session. He would only say, that he believed that the opposi tion to the present Bill originated, and was carried on, in a spirit of the basest faction and the grossest stupidity. (Cheers.) He must advert more particularly, however, to one charge which was more precise, and to which he could return the most triumphant answer. He meant that of having urged the necessity of securities in opposition to Mr Canning, and of now consenting to a measure which provided no securities. His answer was, that it was false that the present Bill provided no securities. It contained the only security he had ever wished for. He meant the clause preventing Catholic Bishops from taking their ti tles from the sees of the Established Church. (Hear, hear.) With this security he had always thought that the measure of Emancipation would be harmless to the Establishment, and productive of good to the country. He hoped that it would have all the effects its fondest advocates anticipated that the tempest of discontent might be stilled beneath its influence, and the waves of contending faction be hushed in the repose of peace.

"Simul alba nautis
Stella refulsit;

Defluit saxis agitatus humor,
Concidunt venti, fugiuntque nubes,
Et minax, quod sic voluere, ponto
Unda recumbit."

The right reverend prelate sat down amidst loud and continued cheering.

Laps of the Periodicals.

OUR OUTSIDE'S BLUE, WITH A YELLOW BACK.
OUR outside's blue, with a yellow back,

Like-any thing else that is yellow and blue;
Oh, yes! we are smart without, but alack!
Our contents are of a less bright hue.

He who listens to grave debates

On Catholic and on Currency questions;
The wight condemn'd by cruel fates
To hear advice or friendly suggestions ;

The man with a stranger for a guest,
(Being a Christian and not an Arab)
A luckless friend of the family, prest

By a doating mother to fondle her cherub ;

The ingenuous youth of Cockayne, sent

To be lectured on produce, labour, and wages;—

Are bored-but not to that extent

As the man who cons our crack-jaw pages.

The butterfly roves amid vernal bowers,
Beautiful, interesting creature!
Soaring in air and feeding on flowers,
But ours is a totally different nature.

The caterpillar loves the ground,

Because, oh! it hath not wings to fly,
Tasting of cabbages, rotten and sound:
And we are like to it exceedingly.

Oh! there is many a gaudy hue

For ornament to mortals given;

But yellow and celestial blue

Are the brightest tints in the bow of Heaven!

OH! HE WAS GREAT IN COCKNEY LAND.

On! he was great in Cockney Land, the monarch of his kind, "Tis said he died of phthysic by the ignorant and blind; 'Twas we assassinated him-ah! regicidal deed;

And he has left Endymion for those who choose to read.

From book to book we hurry us, reviewing as before,

From Log-books writ in Arctic seas to Log-books writ on shore ; From arid plains in Afric to the icy Polar main,

As though we had not murder'd him, the glory of Cockayne.

Remorseless,-nothing heeding the reproaches of his race,
And martyring King Rimini, who reigneth in his place;
But he is made of sterner stuff, unsentimental fellow !
And lives, delighting still to case his nether man in yellow.

OH! DID I NOT FORETELL.

Oh! did I not foretell

The present charming crisis?
The system's working well!
Low wages, and high prices.

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THE MURDERER'S LAST NIGHT.

"LET him, to whom experience hath been allotted, think it a duty to impart it. We know not of how long a growth goodness is ; nor how slow an approach, even a protracted culture makes towards perfection. A life of holiness may end in an apostle. As the tree, that hath felt all the winds of heaven, strikes root in that direction whence they oftenest blow, so goodness must have known vicissitude, to know when to resist and when to bend. To know ourselves is to have endured much and long. We must trace and limn out the map of our whole nature to be sure where it is desert, and where it is fruitful-to know the stony ground,'-to discover which needeth the plough, and which doth not. That piety, which is built on ignorance, holds up the shield where the arrow comes not; and sleeps unmailed when the enemy is at the gate. It dismounts to pursue the Parthian; and would dig a deep trench around the tents of the Nomades. It is long ere we root out the weaknesses of our nature, or know the art to preserve the virtue we have attained. For goodness by over earnestness may unwittingly be changed from its own essence, as he who knoweth not the vintage shall make vinegar of wine. When we have stubbed up and consumed the first growth of our sinfulness, there ariseth a second crop from the ashes of that which was destroyed. Even, as the flax and the barley were smitten; for the barley was in the ear, and the flax was bolled: but the wheat and the rye were not smitten, for they were not grown up ;' so will SELF-SATISFACTION arise, after worldly pride and vanity have been withered up. Let him who has found inward peace content himself that he is arrived at the Pillars of Hercules, beyond which, there is no safe way. That self-integrity which deems itself immaculate is dangerous. Well hath it been said, 'make no suppletories to thyself when thou art disgraced or slighted, by pleasing thyself with the supposition that thou didst deserve praise-neither do thou get thyself a private theatre and flatterers, in whose vain noises and fantastic praises thou mayst keep up thy good opinion of thyself.' Be the act never so good, yet if it be performed rather with reference to him who does

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than to that which is done, there is a taint in it for which Eve is hardly answerable. It is but as a fair tower which the builder has set on an unknown quicksand, and which the floods shall damage or carry away. Oh! whosoever thou art that readest this, forget not these words, but grave them as on marble, and in golden letters. While the altar sends up a holy flame, have a care thou dost not suffer the birds to come and carry away the sacrifice-and let not that which began well end in thine own praise or temporal satisfaction, or a sin!" "

Until my twenty-seventh year I resided in the small cathedral town of C-r in which I was born. My parents-especially my mother-were of a serious cast. She had been educated as a Quaker, but following her own notions as to religion, she in the latter part of her life became attached to the tenets of that sect known by the name of Moravians, and last of all to those which, when held in connexion with the ritual of the church of England, are termed "Evangelical;" or, in dissent from it," Methodistical."

She was warm and fanciful in her devotional practice; for which the belief as to the palpable and plenary influence of the Holy Spirit upon the human mind, in which she was bred, may help to account. Of these aspirations I, an ardent and sensitive boy, soon learned to partake. My mind was never naturally prone to vice; and my imagination, though forward, was pure. I was brought up by my excellent parents in the practice of virtue; and I loved it. With an outward conduct thus guaranteeing inward persuasions-with professions borne out by an unquestioned and pure, if not altogether unostentatious piety of behaviour, what wonder that I soon became a distinguished votary of the peculiar principles to which I had attached myself. It is difficult for a young man to know himself looked up to-be the cause what it may-without his feelings and his conduct being affected by such homage. Nature had endowed me, if not with eloquence, at least with considerable fluency of speech; and as my natural diffidence-which

at first was great-wore away, whether by extempore prayer or seasonable exhortation, the effects I produced exceeded those, the fruits of zeal, of those about me. I became admired as one more than usually gifted, and was gradually exalted into a leader. The occasional tendency to gloom and nervous irritability to which my temperament inclined me, was yet only marked enough to throw no unbecoming seriousness and gravity into the features of so young an apostle. It was strange to see persons of all ages and both sexes admiring at the innate seriousness of so early a preacher, and owning the sometimes really fervid earnestness of my appeals, my warnings or my denunciations. I began more and more to feel myself in a station above that of my fellows, and that I had now a character to sustain before the eyes of men. Young as I was, could it well have been other wise? Let me however speak the truth. Spiritual pride at last crept upon me. Devotion by insensible degrees became tainted with self, and the image of God was, I fear, sometimes forgotten for that of his frail and unworthy creature. True it was, I still, without slackening, spoke comfort to the ear of suffering or repentant sin-I still exhorted the weak and strengthened the strong. I still warned the besotted in corruption that the fruits of vice, blossom as she will, are but like those of the shores of the Dead Sea, seeming gay, but only emptiness and bitter ashes. But, alas! the bearer of the blessed message spoke as if the worm that bore, could add grace to the tidings he conveyed to his fellow worm. I was got upon a precipice, but knew it not-that of self-worship and conceit; the worst creature-idola try. It was bitterly revealed to me at last.

About the year 1790, at the Assizes for the county of which the town of Cr is the county town, was tried and convicted a wretch guilty of one of the most horrible murders upon record. He was a young man, probably (for he knew not his own years) of about twenty-two years of age. One of those wandering and unsettled creatures, who seem to be driven from place to place, they know not why. Without home; without name; without companion; without sympathy; without sense. Hearthless, friendless, idealess, almost soul-less!

and so ignorant, as not even to seem to know whether he had ever heard of a Redeemer, or seen his written Word. It was on a stormy Christmas eve, when he begged shelter in the hut of an old man, whose office it was to regulate the transit of conveyances upon the road of a great mining esta blishment in the neighbourhood. The old man had received him, and shared with him his humble cheer and his humble bed; for on that night the wind blew, and the sleet drove, after a manner that would have made it a crime to have turned a stranger dog to the door. The next day the poor old creature was found dead in his hut-his brains beaten out with an old iron implement which he usedand his little furniture rifled and in confusion. The wretch had murdered him for the supposed hoard of a few shillings. The snow, from which he afforded his murderer shelter, had drifted in at the door, which the miscreant, when he fled, had left open, and was frozen red with the blood of his victim. But it betrayed a footstep hard frozen in the snow, and blood,—and the nails of the murderer's shoe were counted, even as his days were soon to be. He was taken a few days after with a handkerchief of the old man's upon his neck. So blind is blood-guiltiness.

Up to the hour of condemnation, he remained reckless as the wind-unrepenting as the flint-venomous as the blind-worm. With that deep and horrible cunning which is so often united to unprincipled ignorance, he had almost involved in his fate another vagrant with whom he had chanced to consort, and to whom he had disposed of some of the bloodbought spoils. The circumstantial evidence was so involved and interwoven, that the jury, after long and obvious hesitation as to the latter, found both guilty; and the terrible sentence of death, within forty-eight hours, was passed upon both. The culprit bore it without much outward emotion; but when taken from the dock, his companion, infuriated by despair and grief, found means to level a violent blow at the head of his miserable and selfish betrayer, which long deprived the wretch of sense and motion, and, for some time, was thought to have anticipated the executioner. Would it had done so! But let me do my duty as I ought

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