The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1836-09-30 00:00:00

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IT IS NOT BEAUTY BINDS THE SOUL.

It is not beauty binds the soul,
Nor words (fiat power may claim;
'Tis something, something ever dear,
We feel, but cannot name.
We gaze, we blush, we glow, we sigS,
A!.d wonder why 'tis so;
But still we cannot e'er divine
What gives that joy or wo.
We cannot love, we can't despise,
*.s reason may decree;
We cannot turn the tide of fate,
Whate'er that fate may be.
There's something in each face and air,
Despite of studied art,
Which fascinates unconsciously,
Or chills at once the heart.
It is not beant y binds the soul,
And yet—tho' strange, 'tis true—
Whate'er, whate'er we fondly love,
Seems beat to view.
Tho' others laugh while we admire
Wro,ald mock where we have knelt—
They turn round to another's smile,
And feel as we have felt.

W. A.

THE DEATH OF LADY H. WILLIANIS WYNN.

(FOR THE LIVERPOOL STANDARD.)

SY THOMAS CAMBRIA JONES, AUTHOR OR " ►IORTALITY : A
POEM SUNG IN SOLITUDE."
They prayed around the bed of death,
Add there the lady lay,
And from her lips the breath of life
Pass',l tranquilly away.
Sing mournfully ! sing mournfully !
We now must mournful be!

They wept around the bed of death,
The lady breathed no more:
No more thatform will gladden hearts
Which gladdened hearts before.
Sing mournfully! &c.
Thy passing hell, ltuabon,* tolls;
How heavily will fall
Those grief awakening sounds on ears
In cottage and in hall !
Sing mournfully! &c.

The poor man's heart is sighing now—
The orohan's wail is loud—
The wido.•'s heart is dying now—
Their hope is in the shroud.
Sing mournfully ! sing mournfully !
We now must mournful he!

• Ruabon, the ancient burial place of the Wynns of Wynnatay,
North Wales.

TO THE LOST ONE.

See the Liverpool Journal of Saturday last, in its "Notices to
Correspondents. '
Och ! then, Father Maguire,
Pray, might I inquire
To where have you vanished at all?
Sure we're lookin' all over
The country, you rover,
To see if we'd meet you at all.
Och ! sure, von can't fail
To see that M'Nail
Is triumphin' over our church :
Then, father machree,
Don't lave us, you see,
All alone avourneen its the lurch.

Then come, and take heart,
Sure you have off your part,
Put him down the same you did Pope;
Lear! from one thing to t'other,
Till he gets in a pother,
Who for that wid yer honour could cope.

Thin no longer, my darlin',
Hide your gi eat larnin',
It's your modesty sure keeps you back ;
So come at our call,
And prevent from its fall
Our infallible church.

PADDY WHACK.

LITERARY NOTICES.

Dublin University Magazine. No. 45. September,
1836.
This is an unusually excellent number, and affords in-
trinsic evidence of the spirit with which this magazine is
conduced and of the varied talent which it has enlisted
in its service. The first article is an elaborate critique
upon the life and writings of Sterne, constituting the
sixth number in the " Gallery of Illustrious Irishmen."
Its estimate of the peculiar character and original powers
of that eccentric author, is remarkably just, and is ex-
Tressed in a style at once terse, clear, and vigorous.
his is followed by a continuation of the " Chapters
of .College Romance," forming the commencement
of .the tale of the " Bribed Scholar," which is, of
itself, worth the price of the magazine. " What is a
Radical?" is a sound and philosophical atticle, evincing
great discrimination of political character, and calculated
to dispel much of the delusion which has been of late
prevalent in reference to the ultimate objects of this party.
" The Daughters of Time" is very cleverly written.
The author is capable of achieving something which will
perpetuate his fame. We do not admire the " Three
Wishes ;" it is too hyperbolical, even for an eastern pro-
duction. " The attractions of Ireland" is a beautiful
composition—glowing with warmth of sentiment, and
conceived by one who is evidently an enthusiastic lover
of the beauties of nature. The following extract will af-
ford a proof of our assertion:—
" It was a lovely morning, and though I had seen Glendaloch
so often before, I now saw a thousand new beauties. The lakes,
ruffled by the fresh morning air, were as blue as sapphire; the
rocks in the clear atmosphere ruse majestically near; every leaf
was glistening with dew, the woods quite quivering with song;
and oh, the verdure of the green sward ! the gurgle, and gush,
•and musical clamour of the running waters! the verdurous
coolness of the ravine with its glimmering pools and snowy
cascades, and crossing and dancing shafts of sunshine under
the breezy canopy of leaves ! and then when we had emerged
from the thickets of Poolanass, and had got out upon the open
side of Derrvbawn, between which and Lugduff our way lay
into Glenmalure—oh ! then, the exulting sense of freedom, the
limbs' spontaneous play, the lungs that crow like chanticleer,
the animation, and the expansion, and the rapture! Who can
walk the heather without feeling this, and inure than this ?
Who that can walk the heather on such a bill as Derrybawn,
and that in one day's march from care and Dublin, would not
sometimes feel his heart eularge with such sensations? With
difficulty we could restrain ourselves from squandering our
strength in boyish gambols—we were all full of the spirit of the
mountain air I"
" The Fawn of Spring-Vale" is another sprightly narra-
tive, displa-v ing an exquisite taste. The subject of
Goethe and his Contemporaries" is almost exhausted ; it
is; however, handled this mouth with very great ability.
The "Letter of an Irish Protestant to the Protestant Peo-
ple of Scotland" is a very powerful appeal, and ought to
be published, in a separate form, and at a cheap rate, for
general circulation. We are glad to understand that it
is the first of a series of letters. We are sorry that our•
space. will not permit us to do more titan submit this cur •
sory notice of this number, abounding as it does in va-
riety and-beaut 4,

The Church of England Magazine.
Of all the periodical publications of the present day,
(and there are many valuable ones,) we know of no one
possessed of a greater share of intrinsic value than Elie
Church of England Magazine. This woth, so much
wanted, has been undertaken Ov a society of clergymen
of the &dablimited Church :,f England, eminent for piety
and erudition, and its publication in weekly parts, at a
very Moderate charge, cannot fail of making- it pre end-
neatly .useful in dispelling the clouds of ignorance—in
removing by the light of revelation and the elucidation
of truth, that mental hallucination which has, within the
oversh
last few years especially, adOwed our Protestant-
community. We have heard of a new professor having;
just started in London, who has announced his intention
of delivering lectures,
for the purpose otinityrroed:piceimae
system of combatting iividetity on
principles
of the Bible! This is another of the newly bounded
fallacies of dissent, introduced, we presume, for the pur
pose of meeting the popular doctrines going forward at
this time. To this, and all such illusions, the Church of
England Magazine will, we hope, nay, doubt not, under
our all -ruling Providence, prove a powerful antidote.
The first number of this christian herald was published in
last June only ; and we understand that the circulation
in parts already exceeds eleven thousand weekly, and the
monthly number bound up, nearly eight thousand—the
former at lid., and the latter at Ad., with cover and ad-
vertisement sheet, thus affording a ready medium of
Christian communication. We were particularly struck
with the first number, which contains a biographical
memoir of the late' honourable and Right Rev. Henry
Ryder, D.D. Lord Bishop of Litchfield and Coventry.
Tile life and virtues of the lamented prelate are so feel-
ingly set forth, with -all that beautiful simplicity and
moderation of sentiment which bespeak the Christian
mind, and the subdued spirit, resting its hope on gospel.
immortality, that we cannot refrain from the gratifying
opportunity of recommending its perusal to all those who
would wish to possess a knowledge of the earthly career of
that estimable man and, if our space admitted, we would
cheerfully transfer the whole memoir to our columns. His
zeal for the propagation of the scriptures of truth—the
whole unmutilated word of God, as his biographer illus.
trate', Was unbounded ; and, although some of his views
and proceeizirnioir' s in 't
ills respect occ sinned the partial dis•
oust of a
of his clergy—with what justice, it is
not for us totet
to I iar the meed of in this brief notice—all awarded
of p,raise for his consistency and his in-
flexible devotion
his urbanity, humility, and
consistency; and, d'icr,P:se"—
brouwn humble tribute need con-
firmation, theaestimonv
recent by
that learned character,
Professor Lee, in his
-ears otrnite"atll
eloquent appeal at
itron, In Somerset,
we Have said of Dr.
1,3„; The.other subjects tleated
Merest; and we isore to be ,jaaabrle....l)rettrrepood.
r monthly numbeis eoe,,,,eutri‘‘,',. notice tire I
'1 ur;able to do before. The iron';;.,‘A,.l,!eh we
to
;4 f;!.krigly expressive of the d'ersruitT
. unc,trectej s;mpacity, whilst the quotatiQn select-