The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1836-07-01 00:00:00

SOUTH WARWICKSHIRE ELECTION.

The contest between Mr. Shirley, the conservative, and Sir
Gray Skipwith, the • Whig-Candidate, for the representation ,of•
South Warwick-hire, ended on Wednesday, in the triumphant
.return of Mr. Shirley. The contest was purely one of Opposite
principles, and nothing can inure clearly demonstrate that the
political feelings of the freeholders of this once whig e ouuty have.
undetgone a complete change than the fact that the whiz taro-
' net, Sir Gray Skipwith, could not command even a temporary
majority in any one of the polling districts during the election.
The correspondent of the Times, in a letter dated• Tuesday even-
ing, says :
"The whig-radical party are perfectly astounded, and openly
express themselves astonished at the result of the. first day's
poll. Whit will they say to morrow? In the neighbourhood
of Kenilworth, under the very nose of Mr. Chandos Leigh, who
subscribed £5OO to defray the expenses of Sir Gray, Mr. Shir-
ley has obtained a majority. This was not looked for even by
the most sanguine conservative. At the election in 1832 Sir
Grose Philips in this district had a majority of 40 over Mr.
Shirley; this day Mr. Shirley had a majority of 2J over Sir
Gay Skipwith. The same change has been manifested isall
parts of the division. Mr. llolton King was defeated in his own
parish, and Henley, formerly the stronghold of radicalism, is
now the stronghold of conservatism."
At the close of the first day's poll the votes taken at the un-
dermentioned polling booths were as follows :
Shirley. Skipwith.
Warwick
Kineton
Stratford
Henley - 304 176
Southam
.219

1562 1120
Gross majority for Mr. Shirley, 442.
( From our own Correßpundent.)
Writ: %limit, Wednesday Evening, 7 o'clock.
The contest fur the representation of this division of the
county closed at four o'clock to-day, in the return of Evelyn
John Shirley, Esq., the conservative candidate. The numbers
were:—

Shirley. Skipwith.
Warwick
Kinetun 3BB 128
Stratfoid
Henley
Southaia

1880 1352
Majority for the conservative candidate, 528.

The Morning Chronicle, of Wednesday, contains a beautiful
condensation of whole v.dumes of modwrn agitation speecoes,
in the form ofa short letter. dated " Warwick, Tuesday Morn-
ing," from which we present our readers with the subjoined
amusing extract.
" Notwithstanding the efforts of the electioneering clergy-
men, the bludgeon and bludgeonmen, and the threats and in-
timidation of the tory party, the friends ofliheral principles are
not to be deterred from the performance of their duty to them-
selves and their country. They agree with Sir Grey Skipwith,
that. the present is nut a contest between two individuals, but a
contest i f principle."
We admit that it was A CONTEST OF PRINCIPLE; and, mark
the result—the triumph of conservatism over whiggery and Lord-
4olais-4biasibilisaii-theoa are now at a dipcoatut even la Binning-
ham.

THE CLIFFS OF OLD ENGLAND.

A Metaphor.

DEDICATED TO THE O'CONNELL MINISTRY.

The cliffs of old England the ocean repel,
Let it rage—let it roar ai it mav;
Undeceived by its calm, undismayed by its swell,
There they are ready nerved for the 'flay.
The tempest may threaten to loosen their base;
It may whiten the tops with its foam ;
Unflinching they stand, with their old furrowed face—
The protectors of England, our home!
The sand at their feet changes place with each wave,
Spurned alike by the rock and the sea;
It has nothing to cling to, nothing to save
Beyond wreck—its legititnate, tee.
That wreck may be treasure sufficient to win
All but rocks, as it sparkles in foam;
But unheeded it lies—our rocks cannot silt—
The protectors of England. our home
MORAL.
The blessings we own are assailed by a tide
Overwhelming, as that of the sea;
But our men, like our cliffs, will in duty abide,
Or die, that their sons may be free.,
If some. like the sand, have no hold on the rock,
And for plunder would willingly roam,
Let then; spa —we can spare rotten- sheep from the flock
Of our church—of our state—of our home.

TO A CAPTIVE SKYLARK,
ON HEARING ITS SUNG IN oNE OF THE BUSIEST PARTS OF
LIVERPOOL.

The rush of the throng for one brief moment ceasing,
The rattle of wheels on the rough pavement dies;
In this interval calm it is mournfully pleasing
To hear thy sweet song, captive bird of the skies.
Oh! -while in my ear thy Wild music is sounding,
Far away from the town bath my heart taken flight;
My fancy, unfetter'd, is joyfully bounding
O'er scenes to which memory turns with delight.
I see the gay sun o'er the hills newly risen,
The light mists of morning innate with his ray,
And the lark bursts exulting from Night's gloomy prison,
To lead the glad chorus that welcomes the day. •
'Tis summer—'tis noontide—'twist waking and slumber
Beneath the dark shade of the hazels I he,
And sink into sleep as the talk's soothing numbers,
More faintly, more faintly, sound down from the sky.
Again the scene changes—the eve is declining :
I see the sun set as. I stand on the hill ;
Yet while his last beams o'er the waters are shining,
The skylark's sweet melody greeteth me still.
Such are the visions which rise while thou'rt singing,
Such are the scenes which thy music recalls—
But the hoarse voice of Commerce, again round me ringing
Breaks the spell, and the day-dream so beautiful fall►.
Bright waters, green fields, woods, and mountains all vanish,
Of that landicipe tio'fair is no trace left behind;
But vain, for awhile, are my efforts to banish
The mournful impreision it leaves on my mind. _