The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1839-07-09 00:00:00

ANOTHER. STABBING CASE.

A man, who gave his name as Charles Brown, who be-
longed to an American ship, and who stated that he was a
Maltese, was placed at the bar, charged with having in an
affray stabbed two individuals on the previous night. It ap-
peared that, Thursday being the 4th of July, the anniversary
of the declaration of American inderendtnee,the prisoner and
others were in public-house, at the corner of Denison-street,
when a fight took place. The constables were calleein, and
it appeared that two of the men present were stabbed, so
that they had to be removed to the Northern Hospital. The
prisoner was seen by one of the constables to drop a sort of
folding dagger, or double-edged clasp-knife, similar to those
exposed for sale (and we think wrongly) in some of the
marine clothing and other shops near the docks, and the in-
strument was produced. It was stated by the surgeon of the
Northern Hospital, that the two men were severely wounded,
apparently with a double-edged instrument, and that one of
them was in a dangerous state. The prisoner was, as a mat-
ter of course, remanded until a future day, when the injured
parties could be brought before the court.

CAUTION TO PUBLICANS.
Several publicans were fined for entertaining riotous and
improper company, in various penalties, apportioned to the
respective gravity of the offence. Mr. Rushton gave every
case a most patient and lenient consideration, but remarked
that due notice had been given that drunkenness, or the en-
tertainment of loose and disorderly company would no longer
be tolerated, particularly as persons found drunkin the streets
were now invariably fined—persons to whom irregular houses
afforded peculiar facilities and inducements for intoxication.

THE SABBATH MORN.

BY CHARLES SWAIN.

(From a pleasant little Miscellany published at Huddersfield,
in aid of the Sunday and Infants' School of that place.)

Light of the Sabbath—soul-awakening morn,
Thou mirror of the mystery above !
Oh ! sainted daY, on prophet pinions borne,
How waits the heart thy solemn rest to prove ;
How longs the soul with Deity to move,
And drink thy deathless waters !—and to feel
Thy beauty—and thy wisdom—and thy love—
Sublirncly o'er the soaring spirit steal, -
Till ope the heavenly gates Jehovah to reveal !
Whilst, mounting and expanding, the mind's wings
Thus like a seraph's reach eternal day ;
Futurity its starry mantle flings
And shrinks the past an atom in its ray !
So mighty—so magnificent—the way
Which leads to God !—so endless,—so sublime !
The skies grow dark, their grandeur falls away
Before the worldless glory of that clime
Which feeds with light the suns and thousand worlds of time!
Light of the Sabbath—soul-awakening morn ;
Take me, religion, on thy holy quest ;
Lead me 'mid desert hills, the wild and lorn,
To mark the lowly shepherd hail his guest
And bless the voice which ever leaves him blest !
Makes his rude cot an altar to God's praise !
Where 'neath a mother's pious bosom prest
His child, with little hands, and upward gaze,
Pleads for its parents' health, and happy length of days !
Sun of the Sabbath—lead me to the vale
Whose verdant arms enfold yon village fair :
Afar from towns where passions stern prevail,—
Afar from commerce and her sons of care—
Guide me where maidens young for church prepare
In cottage grace—aud garments Sunday-white !
With reverent step, and mild submissive air,
Oft let me hear their tuneful lips unite
To hail with humble hearts the Sabbath's sacred light!!
Oh, sight the loveliest human eyes e'er found !
To view two sisters o'er the same page bend,
Their lovely arms each other's waist around—
Their soft, bright hair in careless ringlets blend—
Their mingling breath like incense sweet ascend
Over God's book—his angel-book of truth !
Their hearts, minds, feeling, all emotions lend
A vision of that paradise of youth
Ere Adah's beauteous form drooped 'neath the serpent's
teeth :
Morning of worship !—with thy beams arise
Devotions sanctified by memories dear ;
With thee the hymns of nations wake the skies !
The broken prayer ;—the sinner's contrite tear ;
Hail, blessed morn, that brings the distant near ;
Bids kindred meet the hallowed page around :
Pours comfort in the friendless Widow's ear,
For who the wild birds fed whilst winter frowned,
Will succour her poor babes when she sleeps in the ground !
Some hand, she prays, an infant school may raise !
And learn—oh task divine !—their lips to bless !
Teach them that hope the book of Christ conveys,
To he their consolation in distress !
And he—the father of the fatherless—
The sheltering wing of the poor orphan dove,—
God,—more than words may show—or thought express,—
Shall aid them with his own almighty love !
For Angels plead for these—the motherless f—above !
Hail Sabbath hour !—Hail comforter and guide!
Hour when the wanderer home a blessing sends ;
Hour when the seaman o'er the surges wide
To every kindred roof his heart extends !
Hour when to all that mourn thy peace descends!
When e'en the captive's bonds less sternly lower :
Hour when the cross of Christ all life defends ;
Hour of salvation !—God's redeeming hour !
Eternity is thine !—and heaven-exalting power !

LET THERE BE LIGHT.