The Press.
London, England, 1854-07-08 00:00:00

THE "TIGER."

A letter from Odessa of June 16th states:—" A few days ago the English steamer Teased*,
ran into these roads and brought the wife of Captain Giffard, to whom General Osten-863t0n gave
the permission, with a quarantine guardian, to visit the grave of her husband, who commanded
the ill-fated steamer 719er. . • • • She remained twenty-four hours oolleeting particulars of
her husband's dying momenta, which were those of a hero meeting his death in his eountry's
cause."

Beneath Odessa's foreland,
Washed by the Russian wave,
Shattered and black an English ship
Rots in her sandy grave.
The seashell clogs her cannon,
The seaworm eats her oak,
And the seaweeds dank cling to the plank
Whence English thunders spoke.

Behind Odessa's foreland,
Under the Russian sky,
That noble vessel's noble chief
In bloody grave doth lie.
Not bravely in fair battle
Cut down upon his deck,
But driving lost on an iron coast,
And shot on a helpless wreck.

Unto Odessa's foreland
Who comes for vengeance due ?
A legion bold in steel and gold—
A fleet with seamen truo ?
Alas ! no sworn avengers,
But a gentle lady there,
Sitting alone by an uncarved stone
Weeping her wifely tear.

Oh, black Odessan foreland,
Only his widow there !
Oh, lonely, lonely, sepulchre,
Only one falling tear !
Why roars no rage of cannon ?
Why rings no levelled gun?
With sword and spear—not sigh and tear—
England should mourn her son.

She to that fatal foreland
Came o'er the stormy wave;
Shall women for the one they love
Alone be bold and brave ?
How, England, shall thy captains
Die bravely in thy strife
When Giffard's rest no mourner blest
But a woman and a wife ?

Far from Odessa's foreland
His vessel's jack was ta'en;
Oh ! for the death its champion died
Win back that flag again.
Plant it with shot and sabre
Above the Russian's best ;
And the conquering shout, as the flag flaunts out,
Shall lull his soul to rest.

E. A.

A SKETCH FOR THE
" PORTRAIT GALLERY HANDBOOK "

OF THE CRYSTAL PALACE,

APTEB THE MANNER 01 THAT PUBLICATION.

LORD ABERDEEN, Diplomatist, Man of Letters, Philosopher, Orator,

Connoisseur, Coalitionist, Plaoetnan.
(Born in Scotland. Educated at Vienna. Still Living.)

[Extemporaneous Premier ! What shall we say of him? Born amid the sympathies
of Northern rule, Lord Aberdeen had become early frozen against the entrance of consti-
tutional fallacies. Hearing from his earliest youth the despotic maxim that "he is
waur than a fool wha wells wi' the laird o' Knockdnnder," he contracted that regard for
existing power which he has displayed towards Muscovy with such glory to the country
and advantage to himself. Being early fated to travel in Greece, he contracted ideas of
beauty, on which he published a rare work, in which the ignorant). of Edmund Burke is
deservedly chastised, and a new idea enunciated of what constitutes " smoothness," which
quality he variously illustrates by the examples of " • polished building," " the sky in
a lake," and the " skin of a beautiful female " ; is supposed to have pursued the same
principle of smoothness in political affairs, with the exception of one or two incidents,
when he " blundered into common sense." Has been Ambassador at Vienna, where be
learned diplomacy from Metternich, from whom whatever overtures he now receives, he
merely sends him in return " his beat remembranoes "—what remembrances these are
being doubtful. Had nothing to do with the treaty of Adrianople, except proving that
Turkey ought to be dismembered, for which fact see a recent speech and despatch.
Praised and abused 1)om Miguel. Frayed fir the defeat of the Belgian revolution, and
hailed the Belgian constitutional throne. Spoke for and voted against the corn laws.
Became finally the lay-figure called Prime Minister in the Coalitian Ministry, from which
position he is daily threatened to be driven by Doctor Layard, but, though of a theorem
temperament, has at length taken courage to treat with indifference motions which are
perpetually withdrawn.]

'

lir, :,
~,