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

POETRY.

SPANIARDS' SONG OF LIBERTY.
-The Men of Hardee/B's March."
We, the Tyrants' mandate spurning,
Fearless on the foe are turning,
While our hearts within us burning,
Bid us still be free
On our banners streaming,
Freedom's name is gleaming,
Daunting foes,
But cheering those

Whose rights demand redeeming!
And no•W, in holy concert blending,
Hear our country's prayer ascending,
Thus the mighty chorus ending.
" Death or Liberty !"

Forward then to battle rushing,
Like a mountain torrent gushing,
Tyrants and oppressors crushing,
Ileav'n will strength supply :
What can helmets yield them ?
Can the cuirass shield them ?
Swords will pass
Thro' steel and brass,

When freedonx's warriors wield them
And‘ while our hearts and arm can save us,
Never shall TuEntchains enslave us,
But the rights our Fathers gave us
We will keep or die t

Ma. KEAN.—When KEAN, the actor, was at
Portsmouth, .two or three years ago, he was requested by the
Manager and two or three more, after one morning's rehear-
sal, to accompany them to take a bottle of madeira and a bis-
cuit. Kean objected at first, but at length consented, and
away they went to one of the first-rate inns in Portsmouth.
The landlord, when apprised that Mr. Kean was,of the party,
ushered them into an elegant room, thanked the actor for the
honour that he did him, and for ten minutes overwhelmed
him withobsequious civilities. Kean bore it well for some
time; butatlength knitting his brow, and rising his eye upon
the landlord with that tremendous expression which we have
all witnessed, said—" Mr. I came into your house
at the request'of these gentlemen, to partake of some refresh.
,meat, and not to be pestered with your civilities, which to me
are so many insults. Look, at me, sir, well; you do not reeol-
' lect'me; Ise; but rut know that I am Mr. Kean, Ldmund
Kean, sir ; the same Edmund Kean that I waefifteen years ago,
when you kept a very small inn in' Portsmouth. At that time,
Sir,. I Was 'a member of a strolling company of players, and came
with the troop ;to your fair, where Vatted. I remember well
that 1 went one.sday into the. bar -of your house, and called
for half a pint of porter, , which, after I had waited your
pleasure patiently, Was given to me by you with one band,
as the other was extended to receive the money ; never,
Sir, shall I ilirget our insolent demeanour and the acute-
ness of thy feelings.%Vow, Mr. H.,-, things are altered; you are
in a fine hotel. and I ant—but treverroind ; you are, still, plain
II ,and Tam Edmund Kenn,thetatne Eamuncl Kean Owl was
16 years ago, when you insulted me. Look at ine again, Sir.
What alteration beyond that of dresi do you discover in me?
Ain I a better man than I was' then ? What is there in me
now, that you should, overwhelm ._me with your compliments ?
no to, Mr. am ashamed of you ; keep your wine in
your cellar, I will have none of it !" Having said this, the
indignant actor turned his back ,upon the mortified landlord,
and left the house with his compauions.

„.
e are concorned to state the
failure of Mr. llEL2ciret'a intended journey across Mount
Atlas to Tombuctoo. The following extract of a letter, dated
Gibraltar the 20th of June, has Wen communicated to us by a
friend of Mr. BelzenN, In this University :—” I am not, my
dear Sir, in the least aequaihted with the rules of philosophy ;
but thus far I know, from the experience of reverses, that such
help may be derived, which, united with p.,:rseverance, may
bring our intended views to a complete success at the end. 1
have met with:ah unexpected stop to' my progress, as. owing
to some intrigues, his Majesty the Emperor of Morocco has
not permitted me to proceed on my journey through his
country. This, lam told, is owing to the convulsed state of
the country through which I should have to pus, anti the Enr-
peror thought that it would not be lac for me to make the
attempt; but I have reason to believe that my refusal has been
owing to some underhand measures from other quarters—hut
they are woefully mistaken who think that they can turn me
ha& with one blow. The only consequence of this reverse is,
that owing to what, I have gathered of information, I shall be
able to proceed with better prospects in another quarter; and
by the time you will receive this, I shall probably be one-
third of myjourney further south than I have been iu my last
route. All that I regret are the five months I employed in this
affair, and the heavy espenees necessarily incurred, which,
united to the presents made to his Majesty, his Ministers, and
his attendants, would be sonacthing more than I could support,
it' I should be obliged to repeat that part too often."—We
hop, and trust that the perseverance of this indefatigable tra-
yeller will finally be successful, and that his labours will not
he starred to droop and languish from cant of that support,
which merit like his ought and we are confident will receive
from a generous and enlightened public.'- (t'ainbridire
nick, Aug. 7.)

Sir JOSHUA REYNOLDS used to relate an anec-
dote of a venison feast, ut which were assembled
many who much enjoyed the repast. Ile ad-
dressed his conversation to one of the company,
but could 'not get a single word in answer, until,
at length, his silent neighbour, turning to him,
said, " Mr. Reynolds, whene%er youareyaotuar
venison-feast, advise you not to speak during
dinner time, as, itt endeavouring to answer
question, I have just swallowed a fine piece of
fat, entire, without tasting its flavour."
Last night, or early this morning, Lambeth
Palace, the seat of the Archbishop of CANTca.,
BURY, Was entered by thieves, by means of
.scaling the garden wall in York-place. They
then crossed the. meadows and lawn, broke open
two other gates into the small garden : they then
placed a ladder against the lobby window,
through which they entered, and ransacked
the crimson chamber, the galiery,hisG race's study,
bed-chambers, and other apartments,
out of
which they stole a vast quantity of property.
Upwards of 2(X) locks have been broken ()p.n.__
The thieves left behind them two ladders and a
small crow-bar. One, of • the ladders hears the
the name of " Painter," Amongst the other
repositories broken open is the " Duke of York's
Council-box." A dispatch was sent off to the
Archbishop, who is pursuing his usual visitation
round his Diocese.

We .understand (says aCorrespondent) that
Mr. HARRIS, the spirited and liberal Proprietor
of the Dublin Theatre, intends devoting the pro-
fits of one night towards the subscription still
going forward as private and voluntary aid to
persecuted SPAIN in her struggle against tyranny
and cruel bigotry. Mr. HAnats must be encou.
raged in this praise-worthy liberality by the
brightening prospects of the Spanish Patriots, the
spirit of re-action which is indisputably unfolding
itself, and the strong symptoms of alarm appear-
ing among the French, who will have to perform
something like the part they did from Russia, in
vi iiclr they, for a time, made the same boasts as
the veritable Gallic newspapers now publish.—
We hope the Proprietors of the London and
other Theatres will do justice to themselves, and
pay .the compliment to their best patrons, by
each setting apart one night in behalf of the
brave Spaniards.