The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1840-10-30 00:00:00

SOUTH TOXTETH WARD.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE LIVERPOOL STANDARD.
"I will be cruel only to be kind."—SnAK.

SlR,—Having noticed the Various ravings of some of the
" liberal press" against those conservative candidates whom
they are afraid of, aid being " fair game," are thereby in-
vulnerable to their miserable mode of attack—it is true that
" ridicule" is a game two can play at, yet I was somewhat
amused at the last notice upon " Mr. Sheppard" in the
" small beer Chronicle," alias " the largest Saturday's
paper," signed " Paddy from Cork." Of course it is not
easy to guess who this tinsel " Paddy" is, or whether his
mother was a washerwoman, and sold buttermilk near the
old custom-house. A certificate, methinks, would be a
curiosity. And although Mr. Sheppard is not a " profes-
sional quack," like some of the Park candidates, he has cer-
tainly proved himself a tartar to the well-known " Eady and
Solomon" who compose the small fry of Toxteth radicals,
and doubtless on the " 2nd Nov." will be one of those re-
turned to the Council that will prove an additional thorn in
in the sides of old " Vinegar-hill Fanny," the market
Goliath, and " little Billy," the parish " quack."—Waiting
your attention, I am, sir, your constant reader,

TIMOTHY TICKLE.
Stanhope-street, Oct. 29th, 1840.

WHIG-RADICAL FALSEHOOD.

TO THE ELECTORS OF CASTLE-STREET WARD.

GENTLEMEN,—I have heard this day that one of the can-
vassers of my opponent has asserted publicly in the course
of his canvas, that on some occasion I have pledged myself
to him that I would abstain from offering any opposition to
Mr. James Aiken, in the event of his coming forward as a
candidate for your suffrages.
I trust that those amongst you, who are acquainted with
those principles of truth which have guided my past conduct
through life, will believe that, had I made any such pledge,
that pledge I would religiously adhere to. So far, however,
have I been from giving such a pledge, that although de-
sirous of continuing in my present private capacity, and not
having sought the honour which you propose conferring upon
me, I have never contemplated withdrawing myself.from the
hands of my friends, so long as I could flatter myself that
my humble services would benefit my fellow-townsmen, and
advance the success of those principles which are so dear to
us all. I remain, gentlemen,
_ _

Your obliged and faithful servant,
PETER HOPE.

[We may add, that we are acquainted with the name of
the gentleman (?) with whom this infamous slander has ori-
ginated, and would warn him to be a little circumspect in
his assertions. The cause must indeed be weak which re-
quires the aid of falshood to bolster it up ; and we are cre-
dibly informed that such conduct as the above is not confined
to the radicals of Castle-street Ward.—En. L. S.

A WORD IN SEASON TO THE CONSERVATIVE
ELECTORS.

TO rHE EDITOR OF THE LIVERPOOL STANDARD.

SIR,—A rather dangerous feeling seems greatly prevalent
among many good conservatives relative to the result of the
approaching municipal election. Though the idea is not
very general, (that we are certain of a triumph,) it is held by
a numerous portion of our friends to a dangerous extent ;
who, considering the battle won before 'tis fought, may, in
over security, not consider their presence in the field neces-
sary, and by bad generalship may be defeated by an inferior
force.

Let me intreat our conservative friends to remember,
that every man should do his duty—and doing this, we must
triumph. Our enemy is wily and cunning, and will take any
mean advantage in his power; he is not to be trifled with,
and we must crush him, as well by the superior justice of our
cause, as by our superior unanimity of heart, and by the
general feeling in every conservative's bosom, that on him-
self depends a portion of success.
Let us not he caught sleeping at our posts. Much de-
pends upon our personal activity and influence, and, if exer-
cised in the way that conservatives can, if they will, a glo-
rious victory will be the result. We have 11w power. Let
us not by consciousness of its possession neglect to use it.
Much depends upon our success ; and it is of great moment,
at present, that we should show a bold and determined front
against the further advance of radical-social levelling princi-
ples in this town. Let us " forward " and do our duty, and
that which we owe to ourselves and our country shall be
well repaid.—Dear Mr. Editor, I shall remain,
Liverpool, October 21, 1810.

A SENTINEL.

ACCOUNTANTS.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE LIVERPOOL STANDARD.

SIR,—In a report lately published by the authority of Par.
liament, a country Barrister, in answering a string of ques-
tions, describes an accountant in the following unmeasured
terms :—" There are in
themselves accountants, who get into every bankrupt estate
and charge most exorbitantly." The purport cf this illiberal
remark is quite clear, but I don't think accountants will have
much to fear from it, seeing the quarter it comes from, and
particularly as no other commissioner who has been called
upon to answer the same questions has travelled out of his
way to make the same remark.
I dare say this fee-hating witness would not like to have
an opinion concerning himself expressed by the accountants
of whom lie is speaking.
As your paper has a wide circulation, and is found in many
distant towns, I hope this will meet the eye of the parties
concerned.—Yours, CENSORIOUS.

Vortrp,

THE FEMALE CONVICT. TO HER INFANT.

(For the Liverpool Standard.)

Oh! sleep not my babe, for the morn of to-morrow •
Shall soothe me to slumber more tranquil than thine ;
The dark grave shall save me from shame and from sorrow,
Though the deeds and the gloom of the guilty are mine.
Not long shall the arm of affliction enfold thee,
Not long shalt thou hang on thy mother's fond breast;
And who with the eye of delight shall behold thee,
And watch thee and guard thee when I am at rest.
And yet it dues grieve toe, to make thee, my dearest,

The pangs of illy desolate mother to see ;
Thou wilt weep when the clanks of my cold chain thou hearest,
And none but the guilty should mourn over thee.
And yet I must wake thee, for while thou art weeping,
To calm thee I stifle my tears for awhile ;
But thou smilest in thy dream, while thus placidly sleeping,
And oh! how it wounds me to gaze on thy smile.
Alas! my sweet babe, with what pride had I pressed thee
To the bosom that now throbs with sorrow and shame,
If the pure tie of virtuous affection had blessed thee,
And hailed thee the heir of thy father's high name ;
But now with remorse that avails not I mourn thee,
Forsaken and friendless, as soon thou wilt he,
In a world if it cannot betray thee will scorn thee,
Avenging the guilt of thy mother on thee ;
And when the dark thought shall awaken
The deep blush of shame on thy innocent cheek,
When by all butihe God of the orphan forsaken
A house and a father in vain thou shalt seek,
I know that the base world will seek to deceive thee
With falsehood like that which thy mother beguiled,
Yet, lost and degraded, to whom can I leave thee—
Oh ! God of the fatherless, pity my child.
Liverpool, Oct. 18-10. H. M. HANSBROW.