The Sun.
London, England, 1824-01-02 00:00:00

POETRY.

A SPANISH WAR-SONG.
( Translated by the Rev. C. COLTON, A.M.)*
Ne'er, sceptred Quixotes ne'er, to You
The Nations will succumb,
You, your own armour soon shall crush,
By your Rzen tools o'ercome ;
Pause, despot drivellers, pause, or forge
Men, as your swords, from steel,—
But trust not arms to hands that have
A head to think—a heart to feel.
Shall Europe sue to such as You
For Freedom or Reform ?
For such a gale Ye have not sail,
Nor ballast for the storm ;
Think not by bribes, and hireling tribes
O'er reason's wreck to rise,
For none but slaves will trust to knaves
Their dastard destinies;
Your velvet paw hides tiger-claw,
But flattery nor force
E'er turn'd aside, or stemm'd the tide
Of Truth's resistless course;
Imprison light in womb of night,
Fetter the wave, the wind,
Then try your hand, with rope of sand
To manacle the mind ;
To Cossacks preach, those Vandals teach
To gulp your glozing lies, •
But ne'er again stir tongue nor pen,
Where there are ears, or eyes ;
Or tempt the Turk to help your work,
Well suits such end—the mean,
But mark, 0 Kings, the tale he brings,
" Greece is herself again ;"
Through flame and smoke her thunder broke,
And shook th' /Egwan wave,
Pealing the cry of Liberty,
And groan of turban'd slave;
High o'er the flood the Crescent rode,
Emblem of death, or chains,
Forth vengeance flew,—of that foul crew
Not e'en a wreck remains;
Then Tenedos, to Sarragoss
Beam'd back the example, set
By Spanish throes, to Grecian woes,
And cancell'd Glory's debt;
Like them—Our laws, and righteous cause,
We swear on life to stake,
Of plot and scheme 'tis YE that dream,
While Europe is awake ;
From fiery doom, and dungeon gloom,
By Torquemada plann'd,
From Hell's allies, in Heaven's disguise,
We swear to purge the Land ;
By Truth we swear, by all that e'er
For Freedom liv'd or died,
To wear no chain, till every vein
Your thirsty swords have dried ;
Shall we, who broke the Lion's yoke,
bet the haunt Wolf prevail,
First—drunk with blood be field and flood,
With carnage sick the gale;
Each bristling hill, Tyrttean skill
Shall rouse to deeds of fire,
In every pass,—Leonadas
Shall vanquish, or expire ;
With bill and brand we'll waste the land,
Ere it the foe shall feed,
Though Eden's flowers should bless the bowers,
And angels intercede.
Thy state France read—Thy Court agreed
In nought--but Thee to fleece !
Thy Church in fear proclaiming war !
Thy Camp declaring peace !
Ye have the will, but not the skill,
" The Game of King" to face,
Then sort your knaves, and pack your slaves,
But Albion holds the ace.
Her Monarch sage, the battle's rage
Well skill'd to rouse or rein,
From Royal Blot of Holy Plot
Doth undefiled remain ;
The Queen of Isles abhors your wiles,
She boasts a PATRIOT KING !
GEORGE hears from far your wordy war,
And plumes His Eagle wing.

• The mysterious fate of this Gentleman has excited so much
curiosity and interest, that we are induced to reprint the fore-
going Poem, Which we received from himself, and which is
probably the best that he had written before his extraordinary,
mpenetrable, retreat. He recited it before us
animation; and we sincerely lament that the subse-
quent Spain has proved that he was not a Prophet as
awv,n.iedtlilili,lrairs fate theaaetrptoal
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SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.

BETTING-ROOM, .TAN. 1.-STATE OF THE ODDS

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DERBY.
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OAKS.
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DONCASTER ST. LEGER.
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7 to 1 agst Ringlet 25 to 1 agst Miss Cranfield.
!O to 1 agst Rosanne

CALAimurous FntE.—On Tuesday morning last
(23d ult,), about three o'clock, a fire took place in a cabin in
Killarney, which has been more afflicting in its consequences
than any which occurred for several years in that populous
town. The particulars were immediately forwarded to us
by a respectable correspondent for our publication on Wed-
nesday, hut through some inadvertance, they did not reach
us in sufficient time. The following are the distressing de-
tails ;__" An industrious poor man, named Cotter, with his
family, consisting of his wife, four children, an aged father and
mother, and servant girl, occupied a thatched cabin in this
town ; the old man, whose health has been in a declining state
for some time, was taken ill, and his wife got up to procure
him a drink; and in lighting a candle the fire communi-
cated with some flax which was drying near the hearth : the
lapartment was instantly enveloped in a flame, and the old
woman and her daughter-in-law, in endeavouring to get it
under, awoke her son and husband, who had only time
to escape with the youngest child, who was in bed with its
father. In a few moments the entire house was in flames, and
the horrible situation of the parents and grandfather and
grandmother at this awful moment, must have been terrible
on hearing the screams of the three wretched children, to
whom it was impossible to afford any relief from the de-
vouring element. In this painful predicament the old woman's
feeling got the better of her reason, and she rushed into thehouse,
hoping that she might be able to afford them some relief, but
her efforts were only calculated to add to the number
of the sufferers, as almost on the instant the loft fell in, and
this world was closed for ever on this heroic old woman, her
three grand-children, and the servant girl. The wretched fa-
ther, mother, and grandfather have thus been in a few minutes
rendered the most miserable of human beings. Every possible
assistance was afforded, but of no avail. At this moment
(three o'clock) the wretched procession, containing the remains
of the old woman and her three children (two girls and one boy,
the two eldest aged 12 and 14), have passed the house in which
I am writing, for interment ; the servant girl was taken by her
friends. The mother of these four children has been very much
burnt, in her effbrts to save them, and lies dangerously ill. It
is a melancholy fact, that this town, which is the most populous
of any of its size in the kingdom, although it has the advantage
of the branch of an Assurance Company, has not a fire-engine
in it, notwithstanding that many instances of fire have occurred
here."—( Cork Constitution.)

On Tuesday se'nni,ght, just before the hour of
commencing the play at the Exeter Theatre, a slight explo-
sion of gas took place, but no material damage was occasioned.
On examination, it was found that one of the leaden conduct-
ing pipes, beneath the flooring of the gallery, had been eaten
through by rats; and there being no vent for the escaping gas,
it had accumulated so as to overcome the quantity of hydrogen;
a light being brought to it, an explosion was ;be natural con-
sequence. The pipe bears numerous marks of the rats'
teeth ; and as these animals have often been known to
gnaw through leaden pipes in search of water, it is concluded
that it was in this instance the object of search, as a water pipe
adjoined it. Mr. Brunton has discontinued the gas, and
will in future light the theatre with patent oil lamps and wax
candles.—( Taunton Courier.)