Star.
London, England, 1824-11-06 00:00:00

TIIE DISPUTED ODE.

Eve! y day produce; some new claimant to the author-
ship of the Ode on Sir John Moore, qucted by Captain
Medwin, in his Conversations of Lord Byron. Mr.
Taylor stoutly contends for his friend, the Rev. Charles
'Woolle, in opposition to th(claim of a Dr. Marshall, of
Durham; and the Dublin Evening Mail supports Mr.
Taylor, by positively stating that it was written by Jr.
Woulie, who gave copiei to-some friends, one of whom
inserted it. in the Newry Telegraph, in April, 1817.
Captain Medwin, it will be recollected, ascribed the
verses to Lord Byron, and some of the Morning Papers
contain a letter from a Gentleman, who subscribes his
name " John Hill, Lieut. Royal Navy," asserting that
they were written by his Lordship at Villa Neuva, near
Ravenna, on the 14th of June, 1817, in his presence.
There must at all events be a mistake as to the date
somewhere, for Lieutenant Hill fixes their origin two
months after they are stated to have appeared in an
Irish paper.
Another rival claimant to the Durham Doctor has
appeared in the person of an ingenious Gentleman, who
i nsists upon it that the following is the original on which
the Ode is founded :

ODE.
Not a sous bad be got—not a guinea or tote;
And he look'd confoundedly flurried,
As be bolted away withoutfaying his shot,
And the landlady after bits harried!
We saw him again at dead of night,
When home from the club returning;
We twigeed the Doctor beneath the light
Of the gas-lamps, brilliantly burning !
All bare and ezpoed to the midnight dews,
Reclined in the gutter we found him ;
And he inok'd like a Gentleman taking a snooze
With his Marshtill cloak around him!
" The Doctor's as drunk as the 11—," we said,
And we managed a shutter to borrow;
We rais'sl him, and sigli'd at the thought that his head,
Would consumedly ache on the morrow !
We bore him home and we put him to bed,
And we told his wife and his daughter
To give him, next morning, a couple of red-
Herrings, with soda-water !
Loudly they talk'd of his money that's gone,
And his Lady began to upbraid him ;
But little he reck'd, so they let bins snore on.
'Neath the counterpane, just as we laid him!
We tuck'd him in, and had hardly done,
When, beneath the window calling,
•
We heard the rough voice of a son of a gun
Of a watchman 0. One o'clock" bawling !

Slowly and sadly we •all walked down
From his room in the uppermost story;
A rush-light we placed on the coal hearth-stone,
And we left him alone in his glory!

PENZANCE, Nov. 2.—This afternoon, Lieutenant
GOLDSMITH succeeded in replacing the Logan Stone
in its ancient position, from which he had wantonly
thrust it. Ile began to move the rock last Thursday,
and continued hi, efforts daily (except on Sunday) till
this evening. Thousands of persons assembled to see
the attempt IA replace the rock, and every vehicle in
the neighbourhood has been, horn Thursday to this day
in a state of requisition. The stone now moves or rocks
as before. with the application of the usual forte. It is
but justice to Lieutenant GoLostatrat to say, that he
evinced the greatest care and intrepidity in this difficult
undertaking. His success now will be hailed by every
person in this neighbourhood, as those who most la-
mented the removal of the rock despaired of its being
replaced effectually.
A pleasing variety of Joint Stock Companies, founded
of course most disinterestedly for the public advantage,
have of late years risen, like exhalations:. there has
been a Bread Company, a Beer Company, a Pawn-
brokering Company, a Washing by Steam Company,' a
Stove Grate Company, and many others, none of which
'bred now be mentioned, excepting the Alderney 111iW,
Cowpony, the last-born offspring of monopoly. This
nutritious Society professes to purvey the vaccine be-
verage in an undiluted state; and diffident of the abso-
lute nncorrnptness of its yoke-bearing agents, sends
them forth furnished with pails, under the security of
lock and key, so that the fluid can only be drawn off by
means of a tap. It appears that the Directors are per-
sow of whom it cannot be said with truth—
" Their souls proud science never taught to stray
Far as the Solar Walk or irilks-way,"
for they have invented a philosophical instrument,
called a Lactometer. One of their customers having
complained that the article with which he had been
formerly supplied was superior to that of the Company,
" Say you so?" replied the indignant dairyman, "then
I will bi ing my lactorneter to-morrow, and convince
you of your mistake." In this age of science, we may
fairly expect soon to find milkmen with F.R.S. ap-
pended to their names, and cheeiemongets and tap-
.sters who—
" Can tell by sines and tangents straight,
" If cheese or butter wanted weight
" And by a geometric scale,
" Can take the size of pots of ale!"
STEAM•ENt.INE.—To eulogize the steam-engine is
become con:mw:•place. Its value to this country may be esti-
mated from tt.lcularions, which :hew that the steam engines in
Reglan.l rvrre.t nt thy power of .38,000 horses, equal to 1,080,000
men; which• !,:i:gig in fact managed by 36,000 men only, add Wo-
olly to th.• power of our population 1,884,000 tact.