The Sun.
London, England, 1849-08-07 00:00:00

suffice:—Ono of the choristers of Gloucester, in order
to cure him of his well-known habit of remaining late
at taverns, was persuaded by the wife of Jeffries, whe
dressed him up in a winding-sheet for the occasion, t•
meet the truant husband with a large lantern EA candle
in the cloisters, through which he would have to pasa
on his way homeward. Jeffries at the expected time
appeared, while his zigzag evolutions plainly evinced
that he was Bacchi plenus. The chorister therefore rose
and attempted to terrify him by giving a most dismally
prolonged groan. But the unabashed and fearless organist
only retorted by holding as it were a sort of conversation
with himself, as drunken men are in the habit of doing,
expressing his wonder by saying, " I thought you spirits
had been abed before this time of night!" The ghost
burst into a hearty laugh, and the illusion vanished.
That night, however, Jeffries never went home at all.
He finished it with the Phantom in

" Potations pottle deep!"

TESTIMONIAL
TO THE HUNGARIAN REFUGEES.

" THE HUNGARIAN NATION COUNTS ON THE SYMPATHY
OF EVERY NATION WHICH LOVES RIGHT AND LI..
BERTY."—Kossuth's Protest against Russian Intervene

Subscriptions may be sent to the following bankers
Messrs. Coutts and Co.
Messrs. Drummond.
Messrs. Smith, Payne, and Smith ;
or to any one of the members of the committee recently
formed to carry out the Testimonial.
*„•A1l further Post-office orders to be made payable to Murdo
Young, Esq., at the Money Order Office, Strand.

Subscriptions already received ... ...707 5 51
From a Few Members of the St. Luke, Chelsea,
Provident Society (and Friends), held at Mrs.
Hanks, the Crown, Exeter-street, Sloane-
street, Chelsea ...
A Bristol Liberal, second subscription ...
Five Working Men at Holloway •••
Subscriptions from Gl_stonbury—
John Norman ... 0 2 6
J. G. L. Bulleid
Thomas Rails ••• ••• ... 0 5
Edward Pratt ... ..• •• • ... 0 5 0
William Vernon
G. W. Wright
Jarne3 Edwards, sen. 0 1 0
John Edwards ..............0 2 6
From Mr. Cock's, St. Gilee, City 0 3 6
A Few London Clerks, Friends of Freedom ... 010 0
A Few Friends of Liberty, meet:lir at Mr. Mur-
ray's Red Lion Tavern, Old-street, St. Luke's . 1 13 0
Five Working Men at Rickerby's Printing-office 0 4 6
An Enemy to Despots, an old 9th Lancer, No. 11,
D Troop
A Few Friends at the Yorkminster, Foley-street,
per R. B. •• •••
Thomas Brettell, 25, Rupert-street
From Several Workmen, by T. E., Westmin-

... 1 1 0
... 0 10 6
... 0 7 0

... 1 1 0
-2 2 0

ster-road ••• •••
J. C. Curtis, per John Draper
Bridport Young Men's Mutual Improvement
Society ... 010 •
From Bridport ... ... 110 0
Charles Smith, second subscription 0 10 p
Collected by J. W. Hutchinson, be ng the third
amount ... 0 6 •
Friends to Hungarian Nationality, 4th donation. 0 3 o
Contributions by W. Dennis ... 08 6
A mite from a few Friends of the Hungarians,
from the Good Intent, Brown-street, Grosve-
nor-square
Sainnel Haynes 0 2 6
H. A. F., per J. 5.... 0 5 0
Mr. Bland, Ferry-hill, from a few Sympathisers . 0 4 0
From the Parlour Customers of Mr. Barker,
Comer's Arms, Wilstead-street, Somer's-town . 1 7 '6

-0 2 6
... 1 1 0

Tot al

.£725 2 S:Z.

THE HUNGARIAN WAR SONG.
[Written by the Rev. William Wickenden, Bart., who
has already served with the unconquerable Circassians,
and would, with heart and soul, join any auxiliary fore' a
which might be raised among his countrymen to aid tt
heroic and noble•minded Hungarians ; and though 'ais
profession might preclude him from engaging in /he
actual strife, yet he could administer consolation to, the
heroes dying cn the field of battle, and would do ao—
and, if necessary, die with them.]
Children of Heroes ! arouse to the fight!
And scatter your foes to the mansions of night;
Your old deeds of glory renew on that plain
Where your foemen, in myriads, lay batter'd and slain,
See Freedom, in his sun-bright car,
Leads to death or victory ;
Glorious is the laurel'd grave
Of those who for their country die.
Yon dark cloud of smoke over Buda's scath'd brow
Springs from the villages mouldering below ;
And the loved, much-loved spot, where your cottages
stood,
Is now a charred chaos of fire and of blood !
From;ruin dark your country save;
Brothers, swift to triumph fly;
Glorious is the laurel'd grave
Of those who for their country die.
Your consorts are ravished, your children are torn
From the arms of the mother, distracted, forlorn ;
And now see the dastards approach to the fight.
Revenge ! Shout Revenge ! On, on in your might
Oh, Heaven ! inspire each martial breast ;
Disown that wretch who dares to fly ;
Glorious is the laurel'd grave
Of those who for their country die.
The sabres clash wildly, the cannons loud thunder,
And, like a fierce whirlwind, the brave Honvetls sunder
The dark frowning phalanx of tyrants before
1 They fly in dismay, or roll trampled in gore,
We thank thee—Oh, thou King of Heaven !
For this resplendent victory ;
Glorious is the laurel'd grave
Of those who for their country die.

HUNGARY. -
Huns wha hae for freedom bled,
Huns wha hae frae tyrants fled
Welcome to a Briton's bed—
A Briton's sympathie.
Now has come the eventful hour;
Foemen on your country lour;
See approach the despot's power—
To crush its libertie.
Wha would be a coward-Sclave,
Wha would fear to " cross the nave,"
Wha would fill an exile's grave,
Let him starve and die.
Wha for home, for life, and law,
Freedom's sword would strongly draw,
Free-man stand or freeman fa',
Let him honoured be.
By oppression's galling chains,
By all Humanitie disdains,
We will drain our dear-won gains,
But ye shall be free.
Up ye Magyars! on ye brave!
Haste, your bleeding country save!
Strike—till freedom's banner wave
O'er a' your ain countrie.
Lay the bloody Bruin low,—
Tyrants fall in every foe,
Liberty's in every blow.
On—to victorie
Aug. 1, 1839.