Star.
London, England, 1824-10-30 00:00:00

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LORD ayßows LAST FORM.

The:oilman; an the verses aUuded to by Captain Menwizt and
Mr. Tieuttante, hs the last Poem Lord Bruin ever wrote:
" Missolonghi, Jan. ?.2, 1824.
" On tide day 1 complete sisy thirty-sixth year.
'Ti; time this heart should be unmoved,
" Since others it has ceased to move;
" Yet, though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love !
" My days are in the yellow leaf,
" The flowers and fruits of love are gone,
" The.worm, the canker, and the grief,
" Are mine alone!
i The fire that in my bosom preys
" Is like to some volcanic isle,
No torch is kindled at its blaze;—
" A funeral pile !
" The hope, the fears, the jealous care,
" exalted portion of the pain
" And power of love, I cannot share,
" But wear the chain!
" But 'tis not here—it is not here—
" Such thoughts should shake my sod; nor now—.
" Where glory seals the hero's bier,
" th binds his brow !
" The sword, the banner, and the field,
" Glory and Greece around us see ;
" The Spartan borne upon his shield
" Was not more free:
" Awake! not Greece—she is awake !
" Awake, my spirit,—think through whom
" My life-blood tastes its parent lake—
" And then strike home!
" I tread reviving•passions down
" Unworthy Manhood-unto thee,
" Indifferent should the smile or frown
" Of beauty be !
" If thou regret thy youth,—why live?—
" The land of honourable death
"is here—up to the field, and give
" Away thy breath!
" Seek out—less often sought than found—.
" A soldier's grave, for thee the best,
" Then look around, and choose thy ground,
" And take thy rest !"

THE REV. ALEXANDER FLETCHER.

FROM THE GLASGOW COURIER.
Qnr columns to-day are almost exclusively filled
with
wit the affairs of Albion Chapel, London, and the love
engagements of its resolute pastor. The subject is one
Winch sin uld never have come before the Public. It
is making a great deal too much of the hero of the
piece, whose conduct had better been buried in obli-
vion. The taste of the Public, however, runs after such
things. an 4 the lovc-aeacheries of the Rev. Mr. Fletcher
engage the public attention and curiosity to a much
greater degree than the battle of Waterloo did, or than
the fall of our Indian Empire would do. The fact is
proved, by the sale of -the pamphlet from which we
extract—one 'edition of two thousand copies having
been bought up by the Public in London almost in a day.;
We had no wish to touch upon the subject, but as.
the stiff making the round of the periodical press, we
should probalsly have been accused of negligence had
we omitted the matter. For this reason we have taken
it up, and having done so, we were resolved to place a%
much of the subject as we possibly could before our
Readers, that they may be able to form a more correct
judgment of it. As the case is now before the public,
we shall, without reserve, state our opinion upon it.
We can scarcely suppose a case of t:eeper chicanery
and baser hypocrisy. There is a want of manliness in
the whole of the Rev. Gentleman's proceedings, that is
not more disgraceful to Isis character as a man, than
scandafeus as a Minister of the Gospel. His love blazes
forth like a furn:sce, but it disappears like " a Will of
the Wisp," after having left the unhappy traveller, who
trusted to its direction, in a swamp' of sorrow and of
danger. Ile shuffles, twists, and turns a thousand ways,
and never has the courage to tell the With. At first
we were astounded at the signature " ALEXANDER,"
which led us to suppose we had got his lmcerial Ma.
jetty's secret memoirs before us, but that the London
compositor had only put a wrong head to the article,
from amongst heads standing ready ; but as we de-
scended the columns, we soon perceived that it was nei-
ther the Macedonian madman, nor the Etispetor Alex-
ander, we had to cope with or to fear.
The most shocking, appalling, and dangerous part
of the sophistical correspondence is, where the Revel end
Gentleman mites things sacred with things secular,
holy with profane.rrand the terrible temerity with which
he attempts to bring Paovinzacsa to his level—to make
PROVIDENCE his shield irt deSerting the object he so
eagerly coveted—the individual be professed so dearly
to love. Berme the throne of GOD he sought her—in
I:Its holy name he invoked her7—by Ilis holy name he
vowed eternal love and constancy —" From God Ihave
sought you, my loving Eliza, and to Hist I look for the
fulfilment of all my wishes—the arrival of.a day when
we shall no longer live separate from each other, but
when we shall be one in relation, as we are NOW one in
affection." That day was appOinted—fized by himself
•••+" You have most lovingly consented to accompany
pie on my return to Londor, which. will likely be the
month of SEPTEMBER. Thus you. have afforded me
the highest testimony of your affectionate regard. I
shall be the happiest of beings in the. eljoyment of my
vlearest Xliza, and in devoting my whole life to my
Eliza's felicity." What more was necessary—what more
could be asked, to prestili.e man sincere and honest in
Itis intentions on such a momentoys subject, we know
not; and Mr. Fletcher, if he cau.n.ay.explain.
Yet, after all this boast of affection, in the very next
breath we find him conjuring up sorrows, troubles, and
" storms of elictions," till at last Providence is brought
forward placing a bars ier in the way, which no human
hands could remove. In one place, it appears as"a
sun m"—" a tempest :"'in another, " like a roaring lion
front Topliet" (dangerous- animals tor youths and
maidens in an evening walk" to meet, though Sampson,
when ahi.t.ated. with love, tore one to pieces in a :In-
vent) till a made him " pause," and at last " produced
a total revolution in his views." Well, what does the
Reader conceive this" lion front Topher—this
" tempest" ss as, w which TerVently
,addre&seds." Pao-
VIDENCZ to allay." Why ! the opposition of his sisters
to the match ! How feeble! how ill grounded—how
unstable must that affection have been which could.be
changed and obliterated by such a silly reason. The
quotation and application of the beautiful lines of the
sth Paraphrase, as a justi&atiors for the abandonment
of the object which shoild have lightened and lessened
aL Ills toils and all Isis wises here below, is a part of that
t:pocritical cant and daring perversion 'mi.. misappli-
cation of sacred texts to the common occupations and
ordinary occurrences of life, wnich are now become go
i'.revalent in this country, as to confuse the ideas, un.
hi: ge the minds, and lead into a maze the better feelings
t multitudes, and which, if not checked and put down