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Churchill. Hail, Independence !-by true reason taught, How few have known and priz'd thee as they ought ! Some give thee up for riot; some, like boys, Resign thee in their childish moods for toys; Ambition some, some avarice, misleads, And in both cases Independence bleeds. Abroad in quest of thee how many roam, Nor know they had thee in their reach at home! Some, though about their paths, their beds about, Have never had the sense to find thee out: Others, who know of what they are possest, Like fearful misers lock thee in a chest, Nor have the resolution to produce In these bad times, and bring thee forth for use. Hail, Independence !—though thy name's scarce known, Though thou, alas ! art out of fashion grown, Though all depise thee, I will not despise, Nor live one moment longer than I prize Thy presence, and enjoy. By angry Fate Bow'd down, and almost crush'd, thou cam'st though late, Thou cam'st upon me like a second birth, And made me know what life was truly worth. Hail, Independence ! never may my cot, Till I forget thee, be by thee forgot.
THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO.
Sir alter Scott.
Continued thunders came !
Of rapine and of flame.
Cheer thee fair city! From yon stand,
Points to his prey in vain ;
He fires the fight again. “ On! On !" was still his stern exclaim, “ Confront the battery's jaws of flame !
Rush on the levell’d gun.-
France and Napoleon !"
Came like a beam of light; In action prompt, in sentence brief, “Soldiers stand firm,” exclaim'd the chief,
“England shall tell the fight!" On came the whirlwind-like the last, But fiercest sweep of tempest blastOn came the whirlwind-steel gleams broke Like lightning through the rolling smoke,
The war was waked anew; Beneath their fire in full career, Rush'd on the ponderous cuirassier ; The lancer couch'd his ruthless spear, And hurrying as to havoc near, The Cohorts' eagles flew. In one dark torrent broad and strong, The advancing onset roll'd along; For harbinger'd by fierce acclaim, That from the shroud of smoke and flame, Peal'd wildly the imperial name. But, on the British heart, were lost The terror of the charging host, For not an eye, the storm that view'd, Changed its proud glance of fortitude; Nor was one forward footstep staid As dropp'd the dying and the dead. Fast as their ranks the thunder tear, Fast they renew'd each serried square ; And on the wounded and the slain, Closed their diminish'd files again ;
Till from their line, scarce spears' length three,
Then waked their fire at once ;
Then down went spear and lance ;
And to augment the fray,
Forced their resistless way.
Wood. Of all the agitations of the time—and agitation is useful in disturbing the duckweed that is apt to gather on the surface of human affairs—the ferment of the assistant shopmen in the metropolis is perhaps the most beneficial. Many vital queries have lately disturbed the public mind; for instance, ought the fleet of the Thames Yacht Club to be reinforced, in the event of a war with Russia, or should the Little Pedlington Yeomanry be called out, in case of a rupture with Prussia ? But these are merely national questions; whereas the Drapers' movement suggests an inquiry of paramount importance to mankind in generalnamely, “When ought we to leave off ?”
It is the standard complaint against jokers, and whist-players, and children, whether playing or crying-that they never know when to leave off.”
It is the common charge against English winters and flannel waistcoats—it is occasionally hinted of rich and elderly relations it is constantly said of snuff-takers, and gentlemen who enjoy a glass of good wine—that they “ do not know when to leave off."
It is the fault oftenest found with certain preachers, sundry poets, and all prosers, scolds, parliamentary orators, superannuated story-tellers, she-gossips, morning callers, and some leave-takers, that they “do not know when to leave off.” It is insinuated as to gowns and coats, of which waiting-men and waiting-women have the reversion.
It is the characteristic of a 'Change Alley speculator—of a beaten boxer—of a builder's row, with his own name to it—of Hollando-Belgic protocols—of German metaphysics—of works in numbers—of buyers and sellers on credit—of a theatrical cadence
of a shocking bad hatand of the Gentleman's Magazine, that they “do not know when to leave off.”
A romp--all Murphy's frosts, showers, storms and hurricanes—and the Wandering Jew, are in the same predicament.
As regards the Assistant Drapers, they appear to have arrived at a very general conclusion, that their proper period for leaving off is at or about seven o'clock in the evening; and it seems by the following poetical address that they have rhyme, as well as reason, to offer in support of their resolution.
THE DRAPER'S PETITION.
Pity the sorrows of a class of men,
Who, though they bow to fashion and frivolity;
But wrongs ell-wide, and of a lasting quality.
Amongst the clamorous we take our station;
One piece of Irish in our agitation.
We venerate our Glorious Constitution ;
And only want a Counter revolution.
By Tax or Tithe our murmurs are not drawn ;
We reverence the Church—but hang the cloth!
We have, alas! too much to do with both !
We trust they find us civil, never surly ;
That their last linen may be wanted early.
That serve the very cheapest shops in town ?
Knock'd up by ladies beating of 'em down!
But has not Hamlet his opinion given
O Hamlet had a heart for Drapers' servants ! " That custom is” say custom after seven
More honour'd in the breach than the observance." O come then, gentle ladies, come in time,
O'erwhelm our counters, and unload our shelves ! Torment us all until the seventh chime,
But let us have the remnant to ourselves !
And not remain in ignorance incurable ;
And other fabrics that have proved so durable.
And not to go bewilder'd to our beds ; With stuff and fustian taking up the mind,
And pins and needles running in our heads ! For oh! the brain gets very dull and dry,
Selling from morn till night for cash or credit; Or with a vacant face and vacant eye,
Watching cheap prints that Knight did never edit. Till sick with toil, and lassitude extreme,
We often think, when we are dull and vapoury, The bliss of Paradise was so supreme,
Because that Adam did not deal in drapery.
A SOLDIER'S DREAM.
The foe has fled the fearful strife has ceased
Or if a transient thought