The Northern Daily Times.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1856-11-04 00:00:00

Issued under the Act 12, Victoria

I! 15, by her Maj sty's Exchequer

-ZONE. (Signed)

Chancellor of the Ex

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for that able and practical statesman has made Bullionistn
tolerable by floating it with fourteen millions of inconvertible
paper (the government debt to the Bank) ; whereas, if we
were to have a change in the hands of the Whigs and• the
Manchester School, we might lose even these fourteen
millions.

The Morning Post, Lord Palmerston's organ, says, we
must have a change of currency, so that this discussion cannot

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SOMETHING AKIN TO IT.

AN IMPItOMP

CALL IT, IF YOU WILL, A RODOMONTADE.

Goi.D! What art thou, thou loved one? Surely thou art
more lovely than Eve—stronger than iron—more during than
the earth itself, which shall be dissolved with fervent heat,
from the which thou shalt come forth purified from all that
now disfigures thy fair proportions—thine ineffable integrity
—thy native primeval worth !
GOLD ! What art thou ? Art thou a substance, thou loved
one? Some look on thee as our wealth aad riches, which
take to themselves wings, and fly away. Art thou, then, a
spirit? that, gossamer-like, thou glidest away with such
fairy—like swiftness through inextricable mazes, in the midst
of which, so soon, thou art lost to sight? If so, thou art
a spirit of solid parts—so weighty in thy constitution, that
the ponderous world itself is counterbalanced by thee
—so rich in intrinsic worth that thou canet buy
up the earth and all that is therein. Ab ! surely,
thou art like Mother Eve—men will jeopardise and pawn their
souls for thee, thou ensnaring magnet, with thy North and
South Poles !

GOLD ! What art thou, thou loved one ? Be thou of Ophir
or Golconda ! —be thou of California or Australia ! —at t thou
not inexplicably an all-pervading, substantial spirit, circling
the round world with thine irresistable, fascinating embrace,
and enshrined in the hearts of all the civilised portions thereof?
GOLD ! what art thou, thou loved one ? And art thou, then,
an all-pervading spirit, with corporeal parts that can be touched
and handled ?—a sort of tangible thing both of earth and
heaven ?—for though thou hast the appearance of solidity, yet
thy movements aro so fairy like, and thy freaks so captious,
that thou eludest the grasp of the most expert, and the iron
hold of the most stalworth ; so that we have no sooner made
thee our own by a perpetual compact, and plighted our troth,
than away thou art off to thy gambols, irrecoverably lost, thou
faithless one

GOLD ! What art thou, thou loved one ? Shall I tell
of thy charms ? What art thou, thou dear one ? Shall I
count thy cost ? All men are ensnared with thy marvellous
And thy cost ! and thy cost ! Oh ! thou
canet surely not be worth the price that is so often paid for
thee—be thou ever so fair, and thy garments ever so graceful—
be thy breath ever go fragrant, and thy voice ever so me-
lodious !

luring attractions

GOLD ! What art thou, thou loved one? Art thou not a
AO fieltlA I bine, thonoil thnn by oc 011 th;nna to nli •Inesrk 5

Is not thy worth a fiction ? though thy existence be a re tlity !
Art thou not nicknamed Currency to the shame of thy real
title? And do not thy false honours conceal from short-

sighted mortals thine imperishable worth ?
GOLD ! What art thou, thou loved one ? Surely with all
thy merit, and in all thy majesty, thou cans't not moisten the

minister peace to the troubled conscience —thou cans't not
restore health to the body or• joy to the heart whose
affections have born blighted—oh ! thou most potent
of all human things ! how powerless thou art in thy brightest
array, if, alone, thou be called upon in thy single self-
sufficiency to administer to any of the manifold ills common

thstt mayest truly be as a handmaid of love,

hou, thou lov'd one ?

Art thou not a

1,1 not what thou

ieem'st to

good deeds limited

t of 1111

art, after all, more sinned against than thyself

~i;ty, a'

thy native simplicity.
GOLD ! GOLD ! I love thee still, though thou be the bane
of social life in thy compound thetamprphosis. Who can say
where thy vagaries began ? Who can say where they will
terminate ?

GOLD ! What art art thou, thou lov'd one ? Art thou— as
some will have it—only an excrescence—drawn from the
bowels of the earth by greedy men for the moncyocracy of
society ? though abbettor of evil ! though promoter of good !
GOLD ! Thou lov'd one, what art thou ? Thou most Wog.-
cal leader of society, with thy all persuasive talents, thy
unsound arguments, thy alluring flowing rhetoric, thy baneful
doctrines, and thy all•searchiug influence? 'fell me, in a
word, what thou art ? and I will tell thee why I love thee,
thou tangible impersonation !