The Sun.
London, England, 1850-07-04 00:00:00

THE GERMAN SEER.

SUGGESTED BY AN ARTICLE ON POPULAR GERMAN
PROPHECIES IN " BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE."
THE TIME ABOUT 1750.
Listen my children—heed my speech,
My hand is weak, my hair is grey,
Life's longest span I soon shall reach,
When this frail farm must turn to clay;
But e'er I go, I fain would tell,
The truths that on my senses fall.
I did not sleep—l did not wake—
I did not dream—my mind was clear—
'Twas light, yet morning did not break,
None spoke, yet words fell on my ear;
It was a trance; in life's decline
They happen oft to souls like mine.
I stood upon our Fatherland,
But full a hundred years bad flown;
Still nature glorious was, and grand,
While art's frail works were feeble grown;
All things seemed changed—yet still the same,
The great still great—the tame still tame.
It was a glorious harvest morn,
The sun shone fair on hill and lea,
And peasants reaped the yellow corn
In the same fields that now we see;
I heard thorn speak of troubles past,
Acd joy, that peace had come at last.
Suddenly howls the furious blast,
The sun is hid—the peasants fly—
All heaven with storm-clouds is o'ercast,
And forked lightning rends th• sky—
And gazing through the awful storm,
I saw the Northern Eagle's form.
I looked again, the storm was o'er—
Though fair to view were dell and plain,
There savage men the Eagle b
ire—
And war•steeds croppe,l the golden grain—
Then knew I that the tempest's rage
Did but a feller storm presage.
I could not count their serried ranks,
So far they spread, so thick they stood,
They spread like streams that burst their banks,
They crowded like some ancient wood—
I trembled for our Fatherland,
Though staunch her sons in heart and hand.
Around I gazed with troubled eye,
When rising from the genial South
As vast a host our laud drew nigh,
And Liberty was in each mouth.
I felt the hour had come for fight
T'wixt free-born right and tyrant might.
For seven days the battle raged—
The slain by thousands strewed the ground—
With deadly hate the strife was waged,
And mercy was not sought or found;
Rivers for miles ran red with blood,
And corpses choked their gory flood.
Dire was the struggle—doubtful long—
But Heaven bless'd the righteous side,
And of the mighty Northern throng,
None passed alive that blood-stained tide.
My soul still sickens at the sight
Of how they fell in abject flight.
By yonder "Birch" that morn bis horse
Their chief bestrode; in power and pride;
The seventh night, there lay his corse.
The life blood welling from his side—
And thick the dead around him lay
Who struggled for his senseless clay.
The nations triumphed whilst they wept,
For liberty for all was won;
In death though many a champion slept
Their goal was reached, their task was done,
And while their tears bedewed the graves
They fell not from the eyes of slaves.
My children! tell your children's sons
All I have said—'t will come at last—
Then bid them grasp their swords and guns
Nor quit them till the storm be past—
" W here yonder silver birch tree ' waves
One day they'll dig their tyrants' graves."
J. A. E.

ACCIDENT BY GUNPOWDER.—The neighbourhood
of Guilford-street was much alarmed yesterday afternoon by
a tremendous explosion at No. .33,. the residence of Mr.
Thomas Wakley, the surgeon. It appears that the valet
and an under-groom were amusing themselves in the back
yard by firing off powder with a fusee. A quantity in a
canister, not less than a pound in weight, caught fire and ex-
ploded, seriously injuring cue of the foolish persons e?n-
cerned, shattering the lower windows, and much alarming
the neighbourhood. Mr. Wakley was iiiimediately sear: the
. f?r
and on ascertaining the nature of the accident be
musclesl e
man removed to the hospital. The wboloof the-! I.
the thumb were torn away from the bone, and required
.uesusdeslswwee re red mach
poor fellowee'vvn
removal, and the principal nerves and t
shattered and hurt. The but he still ressed
by Mr. Robertson, the b
ouse-surgeon.lies in a
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dangerous state. The other man marve ous y escaped with-
out injury.,
WANT OF MUSEUM OF NATIONAL ANTIQUITIES .'Yesterday .' RELEASE or FUSSELL, THE CHARTIST LEADER..--'
Yesterday morning an order was dispatched from the Boor'
—At the Oxford ireeting of the Archreological Institute, Mr office to Lieutenant Tracey, the governor of the House 01.
Britton justly complained of the want of a Metropolitan Correction, Tothill-fields, Westminster, intimating that &IT.
Museum for the preservation of national antiquities. In Majesty bad been pleased to remit the unexpired term (r_l.;il
reply, Lord Northampton assured the meeting that the sub- more than 3 months) of the sentence pronounced at Or '
convicted
ject had occupied the attention of the trustees of thrs British Bailey in 1843 upon 'Fussell, who
Museum, and was still under consideration. Sorncling had
of sedition. and the prisoner will: with others,
be discharges as soon as be
The term of
was
been done, and more would follow.—Builder. provides the sureties required by the sentence
THE LUNATIC ASYLUM, COLNEY HAT:CEL—Yes- imprisonment to which Ernest Jones was sentenced will ex-
terday the committee of visiting justices of the (Jolney Hatch pire on the 11th instant.
Lunatic Asylum met at Clerkenwell to appoint the medical A JOKE FROM Mr. SPEAKER..--A 3 the tellers OR
officers and an engineer for that establishment. There were the vote of confidence division advanced to declare the num-
nearly forty medical gentlemen present as candidates, and hers, the Speaker - with doubtless 4 prophetic sense of the
the choice of the committee for medical officers fell upon majority of 46--said with a benignant smile at Ministers—
Dr. J. G. Davey and Dr. W. Charles Hood, and for engineer
. ' " Gentlemen will be' pleased to keep their; placea."—Punch.
ups , Mr, Stephen Holman, C.E.
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