The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1840-10-20 00:00:00

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HYMN OF THE CHURCH-YARD,

(FROM BETHUNE'S POEMS.)
Ah, me ! this is a sad and silent city ;
Let me walk softly o'er it, and survey
Its erasy streets with melancholy pity !
Where are its children? where their gleesome play?
Alas ! their cradled rest is cold and deep,
And slimy worms watch o'er them as they sleep!
This is pale beauty's bourne r but where the beautiful
Whom I have seen come forth at evening hours,

Leading their aged friends, with feelings daiful.
Amid the wreaths of spring, to gather flowers?
Alas I no flowers are here but flowers of death,
And those who once were sweetest sleep beneath.
This is a populous place : but where the bustling—

The crowded buyers of the noisy mart—
The lookers-on—the snowy garments rustling—
The money-changers—and the men of art
Business, alas ! hath stopp'd in mid career,
And none are anxious to resume it here.
This is the home of grandeur : where are they—
The rich, the great, the glorious, and the wise ?
Where are the trappings of the proud, the gay—
The gaudy guise of human butterflies ?
Alas ! all lowly lies each lofty brow,
And the green sod dizens their beauty now.
This is a place of refuge and repose :
Where are the poor—the old—the weary wight—
The scorn'd—the humble—and the man of woes—
Who wept for morn, and sigh'd again for night ?
Their sighs at last have ceased, and here they sleep
Beside their scorners, and forget to weep.
This is a place of gloom : where are the gloomy?
The gloomy are not citizeus of death.
Approach and look : where the long grass is plumy,
See them above ! they are not found beneath—
For these low denizens, with artful wiles,
Nature, in flowers, contrives her mimic smiles.
This is a place of sorrow : friends have met,
And mingled tears o'er those who answer'd not :
And where are they whose eyelids then were wet ?
Alas ! their griefs, their tears, are all forgot;
They too, are landed in this silent city,
Where there is neither love, nor tears, nor pity.
This is a place of fear : the firmest eye
I-lath quail'd to see its shawdowy dreariness •
But Christian hope, and heavenly prospects high,
And earthly cares, aud nature's weariness,
Have made the timid pilgrim cease to fear,
And long to end his painful journey here.

THE MOCKINGS OF THE SOLDIERS
FROM ST. MATTHEW.

BY DOCTOR MAGINN.

(From Bentley's Magazine for October.)
" Plant a crown upon His head,
Royal robe around Him spread;
See that His imperial hand
Grasps, as fit, the sceptral wand :
Then before Him bending low,
As becomes His subjects, bow;
Fenced within our armed ring,
Hail Him, hail Him, as our King."
Platted was of thorns the crown,
Trooper's cloak was royal gown ;
If His passive hand, indeed,
Grasped a sceptre, 'twas a reed.
He was bound to feel and hear
Deeds of shame, and words of jeer ;
For He whom King in jest they call,
Was a doom'd captive, scoff'd by all.
But the brightest crown of gold ;
Or the robe of rarest fold ;
Or the sceptre which the mine
Of Golconda makes to shine ;
Or the lowliest homage given
By ail mankind under heaven ;
Were prized by Him no more than scorn—
Sceptre of reed, or crown of thorn.
Of the stars His crown is made;
In the sun He is arrayed;
He the lightning of the spheres
As a flaming sceptre bears.
Bend in rapture before Him,
Ranks of glowing Seraphim ;
And we, who spurn'd Him, trembling stay
The judgment of His coming day.

CONTEMPORARY PRESS.

THE MARQUIS OF NORMANBY AT HULL.
(From the Hull Times.)
The last days of the Festival probably afforded to
some of our readers a glimpse of the exquisite demi-
roue-looking personage whom a radical majority of
the town council palmed upon the Queen as a discreet
Lord, fitting to be high steward of the borough of
Hull. The advent of Lord Normanby on Thursday
last, and his reception by the powers that be, we are
told, was a grand affair to the good people on the Be-
verley-road—something that will serve them to laugh
at until Christmas. Next morning the all-to-be-ad-
mired was conducted, in knightly style, by the mayor
and a body-guard of police ! with all becoming cere-
mony, to the oratorio ; but somehow the public had
got tired of sight-seeing, and the great lion of the day
was suffered to pass without exciting either astonish-
ment or admiration. When the Lord High Steward
alighted at the entrance to the Church of the Holy
Trinity, some two 'or three " followers of mine own"
doffed their caps, and one cried out, " Let's gie him a
cheer, anyhow ;" but the effort stuck in his throat, un-
responded to by the voices of his fellows. The mar-
quis, all smiles, however gained the patrons' gallery—
but here again his exhibitors were doomed to disap-
pointment. Scarcely had the first part of the oratoria
been performed when a movement of M. Thiers, that
ruthless disturber of the ministers' repose, was com-
municated to the noble Secretary of State, which
caused him immediately to quit the church, and in-
quire for the speediest conveyance to London. A Ca-
binet Council was to be held within the next four-and-
twenty hours, and at which it seems even the presence
of my Lord Normanby, the acknowledged pis aller of
the incapables, was indispensable, and he accordingly
took his departure by the railway mail train that night.
The lion being gone, the radical rulers began to
stare at each other, wondering how they could play off
the next day's farce, with the principal character left
out. They, however, at last put a bold face on—ad-
mitted there would be no Marquis, but unblushingly
announced that all the other noblemen and illustrious
personages, from the Lord Lieutenant down to Sir
William Lowthrop, would be present at feeding time.
We will not say they knew this would not he the case;
but Lord Wenlocli positively declined the honour.
Earl Fitzwilliarn, instead of staying to cut mutton in
honour of the High Steward, cut away from the town
as fast as possible. De Lacy Evans bolted, as he did
from Spain ; and other illustrious Whigs, who arrived
on Saturday morning, no sooner learned the position
of the dinner party, than they played " follow my
leader," in a retrograde movement. The spread,
therefore, was made as best it could be. The marquis
left his secretary, Colonel York, (the only whig of the
family,) as his locum tenens ; and the elite of the party
was comprised in the persons of two members of the
lower house, Mr. Hutt and Mr. Tennyson D'Eyn-
court. The latter gentleman played deputy Duke of
Sussex, that great pattern to whig husbands and pa-
rents, and for whom he returned thanks when the
health of the Queen Dowager and the rest of the royal
family was drank. The right honourable gentleman,
also, at a later period of the proceedings, alluding to
the probability of Mr. Hutt representing another con-
stituency, told the meeting " his interest was inti-
mately connected with that of the people of Hull, with
whom he thought he might almost claim the honour
of being closely allied; and that if, as a member of
parliament, or in any other capacity, he could render
the least service to any of the inhabitants of the town,
he should feel great happiness in doing so." Well,
that was kind ! Perhaps the honourable member finds
his lease of Lambeth not renewable. We know he
has had to seek a fresh constituency at almost every
dissolution for the last twenty years. The speeches
were, of course, laudatory of whiggism, and replete
with the " ca' me, Ca' thee" order usual on such oc-
casions. Colonel York had, of course, to acknow-
ledge the honours paid to the " great pan of the dai-
ry," for whose absence a letter of excuse was read with
due lachrymation by the disappointed mayor.
How long the orgies lasted we know not ; but Sun-
day came, and with it the relief of the town from one
whig incubus, by the tag-rag taking themselves off.
Colonel Yorke was escorted to the railway station by
th:, mayor, Mc. Jalland, and tail, and placed in his
first-class seat with many profound salaams, by no
tresans indicative of olsjection to Sunday travelling.
Truth is, we suspect the worshipful knight to be a bit
of a casuist on these matters ; that which is profane
in a health-seeking Leeds operative, may be practised
with impunity by the secretary to a minister of state.
Vice appears hideous only in the actions of the poor,
" Robes and furred gowns hide all."

CORPORATE ENCOURAGEMENT of POPERY.
(From the Cork Constitution.)
It is well for the House of Lords that Romanism is
not yet dominant in England, for were the power of
that pure and tolerant system equal to its will, not
slight is the penance which the Peers might have to
undergo for refusing to the new corporations the means
of providing and of erecting ministers for its altar and
temples for its worship. The Peers knew well to what
purposes such means would be turned in Ireland--
they knew well that, circumstanced as this unhappy
country is, there would be no possibility of preserving
the funds of the people from the clutches of the priests,
and wisely and justly did they therefore determine that,
as far as they could, over these funds their reverences
should have no control. We can easily imagine their
dissatisfaction with the Corporation Bill—we can easily
suppose how much pleasanter the pastime of dipping
one's fingers into the public purse, and commanding
the ecclesiastical edifice to raise its head grandly and
gorgeously among the clouds, than is the slow and un-
certain process of stripping the artisan of his shilling
or his sovereign to lavish it in architectural decora-
tions that mock the misery of his family and himself.
The corporation of Galway has made liberal grants
towards the completion of a chapel—we believe we
should rather call it cathedral—commenced by Dr.
Mac Hale; and the corporation of Tuam, where the
turgid Titular has his seat, maintains a respectable
rivalry in the race 'of Romanism. Their tolls are be-
stowed with a liberality which cannot but command the
archiepiscopal approbation; and if these things be
done now, what might we not expect in a few years,
when the corporations would have grown bold by ex-
perience, and when, unchecked by Protestant presence,
they would be able to dispose as they pleased of the
property of the country ? Thanks to the lords, how-
that trick was spoiled. The following is the
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