The Sun.
London, England, 1823-04-08 00:00:00

POETRY.

LOVE.
BY HENUY NEELE, Este..
Love is a plant of holier birth,
Than any that takes its root in earth ;
A flower from. Heaven which 'tis a crime
To number with the things of time;
Hope in the bud is often blasted,
And beauty on the desert wasted ;
And joy a primrose early gay,
Care's lightest foot-fall treads away.

But Love shall live and live for ever,
And chance and change shall reach it never ;
Can hearts in which true Love is plighted,
By want or woe be disunited ?
Ah ! no, like buds,on one stem born,
They share between them even the thorn,
Which round them dwells, but parts them nut ;
A lorn yet undivided lot.

Can death dissever Love, or part
The loved one from the lover's heart ?
No, no ; he does but guard the prize
Sacred from mortal injuries,
Making it purer, holier seem,
As the Ice closing o'er the stream,
Keeps, while storms ravage earth and air,
All baser things from mingling there.
• A uthor of an elegant volume of Poems.

VERSES, BY BURNS:
Accept the gift a friend sincere

Wad on thy worth be pressin,
Remembrance aft may start a tear,
But oh ! that tenderness forbear,
- Though 'twad my sorrows lessen.

My morning raise axe clear an' fair,
I thought sair storms wad never
Bedew the scene; but grief an' care
In wildest fury has made bare
%ly peace, my hope, for ever.
You think I'm glad, 0 ! I pay wed,
For a' the jpy I borrow :
In solitude—then, then I feel .
I canna' to mysel' conceal
3ly deeply ranklin' sorrow.
Farewell ! within thy bosom free,
A sight may whiles awaken :
A tear may wet thy laughin' e'e,
For Scotia's son—ance gay like thee,
Now, hopeless, comfortless, forsaken.

In Winchester Church-yard.
Here sleeps in peace a Hampshire grenadier,
Who caught his death by drinking cold small beer.
Soldiers, beware ! from his untimely fall,
And, when you're hot, drink strong, or none at all.

WAR.—VOLTAIRE thus expresses himself on
the subject of war :—" A hundred thousand mad
animals, whose heads are covered with hats, ad•
vance to kill or to be killed, by the like num-
ber of their fellow mortals, covered with turbans.
By this Strange procedure they want at best, to
decide whether a track of land, to which none of
them lays any claim, shall belong to a certain
man whom they call Sultan, or to another whom
they call Ciesar, neither of whom ever saw, or
will see, the spot so furiously contended for ;
and very few of those creatures, who thus mu-
tually butcher each other, ever beheld the
animal for whom they cut each others' throats !
From time immemorial, this has been the way of
mankind almost over all the earth. What an
excess of madness is this, and• bow deservedly
might a superior being crush to atoms this
earthly ball, the bloody nest of such ridiculous
murderers !"

GILAVEL WALKS.--The destrUction of worms
anti insects, by the use of salt, is an effectual
preservative of the beauty of graVel walks.—
Where worms rise much in the morning, strew a
moderate quantity of salt over night, if the
weather be dry. When
your trees or borders
are out of crop, strew salt on them to destroy the
nests of insects, &c. Insects in old walls might
be destroyed with salt brine and a syringe. On
the rough trunks of old trees, the same liquid
may destroy some eggs lodged therein in autumn,
or larvw in spring; also it may be tried in de-
stroying caterpillars, though in some cases salt
itself is 'to be preferred.

The following anecdote has been sent us by a
correspondent. We think we have seen something of the same
kind 'before ; but a good story is never the worse for being
twice told :—During the American revolutionary war, a country.
laird made his appearance in a certain market-town, sot one
hundred miles distance from the Border. A few idlers (no
very unusual thing) were lounging in front of the shop
of the baillie:of the burgh, amongst whom the laird espied the
village Esculapius,who washispontical
oracle and thus address-
ed him:" How's a' wi' ye the day, Doctor? On y_ political news?"
,
" Nothing very particular," replied the Doctor ; " only,
it is said the Dutch have taken umbrage at —." Here
the Doctor got a touch on the shoulder from his shop-boy,whoac-
(painted him theta valuable patient was waiting for him, and he
broke off abruptly from his political laird.—" Taken Umbrage!"
exclaimed the laird; "1441 preserve us ! hae they been Umbrage?
Baillie, ken ye if its a wad town or no ?" " A wa'd town !"
says the braille ; nac sic thing; it's a sugar island, and ane
o' the sweetest o' them ; the artiae's up already; but ye shall
beeprice.
a' stane weight Mune wi' ye at the auld'--- Wed
minded, Baillie wed minded—we'll talk about that o'er a
half mutchkin.—Hech, Sirs ! the Dutch been Umbrage, and
General Burgoyne tint at Saratoga ! The country's in a hople'
way."—(Dumfries Courier.)
On Sunday last, the 6th inst. about two &clock
in the afternoon, as a poor woman was crossing
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the Nunhead fields, at Peckham, she was as-
saulted by a villain in a sailor's dress, who
robbed her of 3 shillings, and afterwards cut her
throat in a most dreadful manner,: in attempting
to defend herself her arms were also severely
cut. She was found. yesterday (Monday) morn-
ing about 5 o'clock by a watchman almost dead
from the effects of the wounds and cold, and was
conveyed by the beadle-of Peckham to Camber-
well workhouse, where she received every pos-
sible attention, but her recovery is at present
very doubtful. We understand it to be the in-
tention of 04 parish to offer a reward for the
apprehension of the villain.

On Monday, as some children were amus-
ing themselves with burning sticks by the
side of the river at Stockbridge, the clothes of
one of them unfortunately caught fire, by which
it was so dreadfully burnt, that We understand
the little sufferer is since dead.—( Edinburgh
Courant, April 5.)
Six persons were left for execution at Clonmel.
Out of the many charged with murder, not one
has been convicted.