The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1847-03-09 00:00:00

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step iu and disconcert in a moment
deliberately planned schemes. Th
straightforward thrust of brutal fort

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passage of the bishop, ens
mental power. If the in

t of Shelley

of humanity, the chess-board imm(
into an epitome of the world
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crowd of busy,
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is humble grave,

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of M. Guizot : nothing rr
lasser-aller of M. Thiers

charming

ifter a quarter

:ed in the Strangers'
and that of Shelley

M. Guizot begins to fatigue you ; at the end of tw
M. Thiers only enlivens you. You are never un
M. Guizot, for you know that his theme is readi

and that 1

You are not uneasy for M. Thiers,
will always find his way back with f
nd the mosteml

remote digreesic
If an emergenc

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ensitive fibres of the commercial inter-

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lingbarca;i;

sound an alarum, and you will fancy him, tl
the head of his party ; it will be Bonaparte
of Arcola! Both, in fine, have been below

they 1

of Rome to wor-
e buried outride

under the gilded trapping,.. ----y
lost to the sense of their proper digit

ones of aching head of the ever se

result Of his I
fate to that of

Ye autocrats I

lips; and ye live a I -
the people alone do I. owe
but lining death.!
Livre des Oratenrs, par Ti
evated spot called lin University Magazine.

tranil

in the Dub-

hat wherever there are most children,_ there is always th
ess inclination for a bad education. Tradesmen wh(

failed in considerable streets, faintly thinki to get
,g; under a jury-mast it! a small shop in the back

street.. Shops, wake, therefore, into new life every few
months, and almost immediately die again and make no
sign. like babes which have given up their breath before
they have well drawn it. Presently come the bill-stickers,
like so many Robin Redbreasts, and cover them all over
with leaves. Long does the landlord wait for a new

tenant ; insanely, but vainly, does he denounce the
Lilt-
stickers ; paste keeps the ascendant maugre all his efforts.
At length .the_ premises all at once some fine morning
break out into a dashing eating-house with a round of
beef in the window, supported by a plate of sausages on

the one • side and rt. dis.l; of mince collops on the ot,
looking all as if mankind could not fail to pour in as they
went by to enjoy such good things... Alas ! " I've paced
much this weary mortal round," and after a month, it
is not half done. The shop for some time can't believe
that it is• not to be patronised, and goes on looking as
...Jade, bright and hopeful as ever ; but it won't do.' Mankind
...onclusion. have either ceased to eat, or they know not where eating
know that 'he is.best ;., and so; after a-desperate struggle of a quarter of a
it year, the shop resigns itself again to the bill-stickers; who,
like trusty • undertakers; right soon come to swathe, the
corpse. One-half of the shops thus fall asleep and wake
'in twice a year at an average. In short, everything is
`ate of tentation in the back street. It is a place of
All 'that

band, at forlorn hopes and hopeless expedient
e bridge fortunate everywhere else, all that has been cast out
mission, everywhere else, takes refuge here—a step in the down-
, Both, ward course to nothing. And all this is within a few
io often yards of the back widows of elegant drawing-rooms, where
prosperity indtilges" in its scarcely enjoyed revels. The
_ _ bosom

office, concealed within the red Morocco poitfolio, and of those who, with world's wealth, pine trom tile
then, after this noble struggle, the victor goes, and licks absence of all causes of wordly anxiety, throb within hear-
the feet of his master ! They who ought to repel the ing of the curse of drunken despair as it staggers in from
personal interference of the sovereign, and draw it back the tavern amongst anguished women and terror-stricken
to the salons of the palace, they will never have the, children, and the low moans which issue from the death-
firmness to imitate the reply of Chatham—" I have been bed of those who, having only known life--as a burden and
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to a pain, are at last visited with one gleam of nappiness-in
I the prospect of socin leaving:it. Huddled; indeed, is the
geography of human bliss (or what is called Fo) and
human. wo ! "—Select Writivs of Robert Chambers.