Star.
London, England, 1820-02-05 00:00:00

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SONG, •
WRITTEN FOR THE _ANNIVERSARY OT TIM-

BIRTA-DAY OF BURNS.

Tune—" Dear Torn, this brown jug."

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0 come, ye choice band ! let ua form, with one soul,
A circle to Friendship, whose centre's the bowl,—
That bowl, which to Genius we now set apart,
Wko..c warm-breathing spirit's the type of each heart;
The day dear to Scotsmen, oft welcom'd, return',
-Then your glasses fill high,—'tis the birth-day of Beans !
'How sweet are the strains that, wherever we rove,
Recal to our bosoms the land which we love ;
Which, tho' sterile and wild, yet rich are its charms,
In the triumphs of Beauty, of Genius, and Arms;
I,et us moisten the bay which our Poet adorns,
And drink, in full bumperi,—the birth-day of Bes.Ns!
We are free, as we're brave; but by order confied,
Or the chains of the fair, which the Graces have twin'd;
Are we summon 'd to battle, at home or afar,
With the spiiir of Wallace we march to the war;
-Then, with " Scots wha ha'e bled," every echo returns,
, And Victory shouts,—in the language of BURNS!
0! his was the fancy that soar'd in its filed,
Like the eagle sublime, when she basks in the light;
And his *as the spirit no tyrant could bend,
-So dark to the foe, yet so warm to the friend ;
So impkcsiored in love, which our nature adorns.
Then, in rapture, fill high,—ltis the birth-day of Bears !
0 ! thy dear name e'er remember'd shall be,
While heaves the green wave round the isle of the free ;
Thy fame we shall cherish, and honour thy bust,•
-That seems, like a placeuit, to rise from thy dust ;
Strew with wild-flovers thy grave, where each Muse sadly

mourns.
Then, in silence, let's drink—to the memory of Bunn!
10 Alluding to the new Bust. W. G.

The Gazette of Augsburg gives a singular account
of presence of mind in the daughter of a gamekeeper,
residing in a solitary house near Weilheim. Her fa-
ther and the rest of the family had gone to church,
when there appeared at the door an old man, appa-
rently half dead with cold. Feeling for his situation,
she let him in, and. went into the kitchen to prepare
him some soup. Through a window which commu-
nicated from the kitchen with the room she had left
him in, she perceived he had dropped the beard he
had on when he entered; that he now appeared a ro-
bust man, and that he was pacing the chamber With
a poniard in his hand. Finding no mode .f escape,
she armed herself with a chopper in one hand, and
the boiling soup in the other; and entering the room
where he was, first threw the soup in his face, and
afterwards struck him a blow on the neck with the
hatchet, which deprived him of sense. At this mo-
ment, a -fresh knock at die door occasioned her to
look out of an upper window, when she saw a strange
hunter, who demanded admittance, and, on her re-
fusal, threatened to break open-the door; she immedi-
ately got her father's gun, and as he was proceeding
to put his threat in execution, she shot him through
the right shoulder, on which he took to the forest.
Half an hour after, a third person came, and asked
after an old man who must have passed that way.
She said she knew nothing of him; and after useless
menaces if she did not open the door, he also pro-
ceeded to beat it in, when she shot him dead on the
spot. The excitement of her courage being now at
an end, her spirits began to sink, and she fired shots
and screamed from the window, until some gens-
d'armes came to her; but she would not open the
door until the return of her father. •
The following is a copy of an original letter which
was received by the HIGH SHERIFF of Northumber-
land, in the year 1813 :
" His honour, the Sheriff, is respectfully informed, that one
of the southrrn executioners is now at York, and begs to offer
his services, if they are wanted. His charge is £5 for each con.
• vict, and 6d a mile fur travelling expenses.
" If his honour thinks proper to employ him, please to insert
the words—T. Dennis may come to Newcastle, or what your
honour thinks proper, in the Newcastle Courant; and leave an
order at the prison for my admission to the prison the evening
before the execution, that all things may be got ready.—Your
bumble servant to command, " T. DENNIS.
" I shall be at Sunderland on Saturday next, so you may
send a letter to me there. Please to direct to be left at the
post-oface.—York, August 16,1813."
The following particulars of a calamitous even
are copied from a letter of the Master of the Spurn
life-boat :-." On Friday morning, about two o'clock,
• saw a ship upon the Binks, having two lights at her
mast heads. We immediately manned the life-boat,
and proceeded towards her, the wind blowing a gale
from the E. by N. to E. by S. We had got to the
end of the Point, when a very heavy snow shower
came on, and continued until half past three o'clock.
We rowed in the direction in which we first saw the
light; but, from the state of the weatLer, we could
not discern either the Spurn or the ship's lights. We
kept, however, on the edge of the bank ; but, as it
afterwards appeared, got past her. The flood tide
beginning to make, the snow shower abated, and we
saw the ship's lights again, when we niade for them.
t When we had got within two hundred yards of her,
the wind had veered to the E. by S. increased to a
heavy gale, and the-sea ran so heavily, that we were
unable to pull the boat any farther, notwithstanding
all our exertions. We then let go our anchor, mid
sheaved a light ; they joyfully answered it.. This we
repeated three times. -We afterwards saw the crew
assemble together on the quarter-deck, when they
give a.dreadful shout for assistance, and fired two
muskets or small guns. Soon afterwards they were
seen to hurry about the deck, and presently set fire
to a tar cask. This made a very great light, and had
it been done at the first, we should have been able to
render them assistance. As it was, we made a signal
with a lanthorn for them to take to their boats and
make for us ; but as they did not attempt it, we have
reason to suppose that their boats were carried away.
The light kept burning until about five o'clock, when
the sea broke so heavily over her, that it totally dis:
appeared. At this. period, their cries for help were
dreadful. About seven o'clock, the ship upset, and
we had the distressing sight of the unfortunate crew
peris:iing, without being able to render them the
least assistance. Their last cries were beyond de-
scription. In a few minutes she broke up, and we
were surrounded with wreck, but could not find any
of the crew. From a chest picked up, she appears to
have been the Minerva, of Illyth, 150 tons register,
with coals from Newcastle to Rochesttr.“