Northern Times.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1857-08-14 00:00:00

That would be Ronan.

TRUFFLES.
True, bet would it not
Be somewhat foreign to an English plot ?
Our theme is now of one whose name will start
A noble chord in every Brit:sh heart.
In English, t .en, let us recard the worth
Of oue who so alorned his English birth.

Mrs. GOCDTII MB.
Betore this baize of green hides us from view,
We would ask other bays of green from you ;
The s.issdn's rife, and leaves in plenty tall,
Then e:e you leave appwv3 our verdant call.

BESSET.
Leaves, like the flowers they gr,cefally surround,
Too transient iu their worth .re always tourd ;
For when their brief but bright attractions fade.
We cast them from us, wortules and decayed.
More prized th,n saris your genial smiles to me,
For in their sunshine oar succ.ss would be.

GoLornusm.,
Thoselines have sentiment, but you will fled
'I he same iu many of the trunss I've lined.
Professor Truffles, perhaps woo d say with Brutus,
That leaves to clothe our fame would better suit us.
CLARENCE.
You mean the laurel, that famed classic tree
Which we poor mortals do not often see.
'its s Aid to deck the brows of those who claim
A glorious chapter in the book of fame;
It circles freshly round the warrior's heal,
And h des the blood he has so freely shed ;
It crowns the Patriot, Statesman, and Divine,
And even hovers o'er the " a' tic nine."
FELIX.
For JERROLI, then, withj irtice we may crave
A wreath to shed its beauty o'er his grave. ,
TRUFFLE.;.
The wreath is there:—for all his works proclaim
Enduring honour to their author's name.
FELIX.
The caustic of his pen wiis keen to those
Who felt the measure of his well-aited b.ows.
For as he struck at evil only, they
Who worked that evil at his mercy lay.

CL IkRENCE.
That art is best wherein pith is shows
In Natures form a model for our own;
Not bright with sunshine, or by clouds o'ereast,
Bat fairly to ich'd by both ere they have passed,
Where no false garb encloses Vice from view,
And Virtue f iin must struggle to be true.

FLORENTINE.
And has not JEtRoLD so dep eted
Its peaceful moments anti its hours of strife?
Has he not sought the people's homes and shown
The people's sympathies to Le his own?
Has he not been a bitter foe to those
Who would their rights and Aberties oppose ?
Has he not been the poor msn's trusty mend,
And lahoure 1 for him "even to the end ?"
Alas ! It seems bat yesterday he moved
In 411.01111, health, the pride of those he loved,

Wielding his trenchant psn with giant might.
The Despot's terror, and the friend of Right.
Since that brief " past " a little mound of soil
Marks where he now reposes from his toil.
The closing scene was sunshine through the gloom,
For Genius shed a halo o'er his tomb.
Peace be unto him. May he now a'tain
That bright reward which good men hope to gain ;
His useful honest life will surely be
A proud example to posterity.
With us, 'Us now he was, not is, and yet
Ills living thoughts within our hearts are set.
"In fond remembrance " we assemble here.
And render to his memory a tear.
" Time mu.sT Work, Wonders" ere he can declare
To Izalco ~D'S genius a fitting heir.
The bust of Douglas: Jerrold was exhibited withll
large circle in the scene. The second piece was MI%
more successfully carried through. Martin Heywoodlso
very finely acted by a well-known amateur, and tbs
Page was highly successful in Rachel Heywood. er,l
was also played by the same amateur as had filled t.O
part of Professor Truffles in " Time Works WonclerSie
Mrs. Power made an excellent Polly Briggs, and the Wll°.
went very well, but kept the house very late, not con
eluding till more than half-past twelve. bat
The following prologue and epilogue were written
not delivered .