The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1841-04-20 00:00:00

THEATRE-ROYAL

The gallant Commodore, after quitting the banquet at the
Amphitheatre, visited the Theatre-Royal, to honour Mr.
Templeton with his presence. Three naval officers, including
Captain Townley, entered the stage-box about ten o'clock ;
the audience instantly rose, but the enthusiasm was checked
by one of the gentlemen exclaiming, " The Commodore is
not present, but will be here directly, and I will go and fetch
him." Soon after the gallant Commodore entered, the au-
dience started up, and gave three enthusiastic and terrific
cheers three times repeated. " Rule Britannia" was then
sung by the strength of the company, Mr. G. Horncastle
singing the solos, the house joining in chorus. Templeton's
Torn Tuq seemed to please the gallant sailors immensely.
On quitting the theatre the audience gave three cheers,
which were repeated by the populace outside as the Com-
modore entered his carriage.

We understand that the gallant officer immediately pro-
ceeds to his seat, Murchistoun Hall, Horndean, Hampshire.
Re will not return to the Mediterranean, but succeeds Rear-
Admiral Russ in the command in the Pacific. A similar
testimony to the gallantry of the commodore awaits him in
the south to that which has welcomed him here, arrange-
ments having been made to invite him to a public dinner at
Portsmouth.

The following impromptu has been written on the occasion
by Mr. Stonehouse, of the LIVERPOOL STANDARD, and
dedicated to Commodore Napier. It is worthy of a place
amongst our national ballads.—En.
THE FLAG OF OLD ENGLAND;
OR,
NAPIER'S RETURN.

BY JAMES STONEHOUSE,

The flag of Old England, where'er 'tis unfurl'd.
Defiance may bid to the arms of the world :
'Tis hallowed by vict'ry wherever it flies ;
'Tis the terror of foes, but the friend of allies.
The fire that glowed in the breast of a Howe
Or a Nelson, still lives in a Napier's now.
Three cheers for Old England, the land of the brave !
Her tars are as free as the wind and the wave.

In th' heart of the seaman fear never can dwell ;
His courage no danger, no trial can quell ;
His spirit no battle, no storm can depress ;
Ilis motto is Glory—his hope is Success.
He 'll fight on the ocean, if England should call,
Or wave his bright sword on the enemy's wall.
Three cheers then for Napier, the honest and brave,
As free as the wind, uncontrolled as the wave.

The craft of the statesman the sailor ne'er knows ;
His words are but few—his arguments, blows :
His time is but short—his terms are all fair ;
Refuse them--he brings his broadside to bear.
No treaty he needs, all tricks he disowns ;
His honour is England's—his faith the throne's !
Three cheers for the Queen, and Napier the brave,
And tars all free as the wind and the wave !

The attorneys of England and Wales pay on the average
into the Exchequer, for certificates, article stamps, and ad-
mission stamps, the sum of £150,000 per annum.

" WANTED.—A couple of dozen good girls, with large
bumps of cookativeness, wasbativeness, and scrubhouseative-
ness on their heads and hands, to whom liberal wages will be
administered. Apply all along such a street, between such
and such street.—N.B. No deduction made for lacerated
crockery."—American Paper.

STOPPAGE OF MESSRS. BARBER AND MARSHALL'S
BANK, ATIVALSALL.—BIRMINGHANI, Friday evening, April
G. 1 regret to state that the bank of Messrs. Barber and
Marshall, of Walsall, closed this morning, or, rather, the
house failed to open this morning. The inhabitants of the
borough, in consequence of this untoward event, combined
with the late stoppage of the South Staffordshire Bank, are
placed in very unpleasant circumstances. The late failure is
attributed to the embarrassments of a son of one of the firm,
lately carrying on business in Liverpool. It ought to be
stated, that the bank of Messrs. Barber and Co. was more a
bank of deposit than of commerce.
ACCIDENT TO BARON PARKE.—On Saturday morning,
about ten o'clock, as Baron Parke was proceeding on horse-
back to Westminster Hall, his horse took fright in Hyde-
park, near Grosvenor-gate, and the learned Judge fell with
great violence on his bead. A policeman, of the A division,
lifted him up, and had him conveyed in a cab to his residence
in Park-street. The left side of his head was bruised, his
left arm was also much injured, and the fall was so violent
that he lay for some minutes insensible. No bones, how-
ever, were broken, and his medical attendants considered
him, in the afternoon, out of danger.
ORTHOGRAPHY OUTRAGED.—A surgeon in Glasgow, the
other day, received the following note from one of his
patients, an Irish widow :—" i Writ this fu Lins to Lat You
No that the podirs Yeu gav to me on sunday last Casid Ay
grat bodkin and the sualin is Cup into the boda And if you
Can giv ani thing or Com yoursalf you Wil be Pad for it and
i am trubild with grist pans in the stomick also."---Glasgow
Courier.

THE HEIR APPARENT OF TURKEY.—The heir-apparent
Abdul Assiz (a youth of about LI), according to the jealous
policy of the Othman dynasty, which is still maintained, is
nearly a prisoner in the palace, and his pursuits are not of a
nature to prepare him to wield the sceptre, thoughheis said
to be active and of quick apprehension. His apartments
resemble a basse cour, being filled with domestic fowls of all
descriptions, of which s
ihikeeis. extremely,. fond, and feeds with
his own hands. He maitre passe in dancing on
the tight rope, in which he has arrived at such perfection as
to be able to execute the most difficult postures without the
aid of a to
ex
accomplishment which may be
hereafter useful to him inr maintaining the equilibrium of
Europe. Such are the prospects
oouletcotsus ,of good government which
the imperial family hold
THE HORRORS OF WAR MITIGATED BY FREEMASONRY.
—The strife of war in the year 1813, condemned a citizen of
Limerick, then in command of a trading vessel, to be cap-
tured by a French privateer, the commander which, on
finding in the person of the captain, " a Brother,"
at once his liberty, ship, and cargo. Conduct so'trtgirenoli:lle
was soon reported to the Lodge, and a silver vase of onye hun-
dred guineas value was voted to the generous Frenchman.
The vase was sent through the British Consul, to the Grand
Lodge of France, but the gallant Mariencourt had, in the
mean time, lost his life in Africa, and the vase was returned
to the Lodge. Blush all who would asperse Masonry ; whe-
ther by ribald falsehood, or by the more dangerous attempts
of sophistry. Masonry may be feared by the unrighteous,
and well it may, for it exists as a record of the goodness of
the Almighty, in disposing of the human heart to deeds of
mercy, benevolence, and charity.—Freemasons' Quarterly
Review for April.
GWYRCH CASTLE.—From Cefn Ogo the road winds along
the side of the hill, commanding a view of the vale below,
and passes Gwyrch Castle, a modern structure, about a mile
from Abergely on the road towards Conway. It would be
difficult to criticise this incongruous mass of detail and pue-
rility : the position is ill adapted to an edifice of this nature,
more resembling an Italian or Syrian convent, built upon the
acclivity of Monte Cassino or Mount Libanus, than a castle ;
wanting, as it does, the solidity and dignity of a structure
which makes any pretensions to the castellated style. Al-
though this architectural inconsistency is too apparent, there
is, however, something
picturesque about the edifice, which,
in spite of its defects, causes the stranger to look upon it
with admiration. Tribes of the Hedera genus rejoicingly
fling their long and flexible branches along the young walls,
company of grey towers and tottering
as if glad to escape the com
ruins, their usual associates, while many-leaved and many-
coloured flowering shrubs and green plantations present
themselves, from every point of view. Whatever may be said
about the mistakes already noticed in the castle and its ap-
proaches, it is gratifying to record that no gentleman in the
vicinity effects more real good than does the benevolent pro-
prietor of Gwyrch Castle, who employs almost continually
artisans of ever" y description in his various alterations and
improvements.--Front Roscoe's Wales, new edition, now
publishing in monthly parts.
ELLSLER IN AMERICA.--" FANNY'S PROGRESS.—The
St. Louis Pennant, M its innocence, abuses Fanny Ellsler in
set terms. " Brazen-faced and profligate woman"—" whose
moral character is as rotten as her manners are impudent"—
are among his choice expressions. This is certainly rich;
but the man has not seen her. A New Orleans paper says—
" Fanny's character dances are the essence of all that is cha-
racteristic. They are no caricatures, but realities. She has
a spice of tragic about her. Did you ever observe her face
when, in the Sylph, she found her wings had fallen ? Can
features express sorrow or grief more touchingly ? To-night
we shall see her in Nathalte, one of her best ballets, and then
we can compare her with herself." The New Orleans papers
her as ever. They speak of her dan-
of the 15th are full of
cing in terms of the extremest rapture, regret that they can-
not see her in La Bayadere, because there are no singers,
and demand a re-engagement. Parties come in daily from a
great distance in the country to see her. She had danced
in but two ballets, La sylphide and Nathalie. There is no
doubt that if her next engagement is announced in season,
parties will come from Buffalo, Cleveland, and Detroit to see
her. Some gentlemen threw her a garland the other night,
involving 2000 dollars worth of diamonds.

OUR PORTRAIT GALLERT.—No. IV.

WILLIAM RATHBONE, ESQ

Shrine of the mighty ! can it be
That this is all remains of thee ?"

Alas ! it is. Yes, reader, the individual before us is all that
remains of the once-mighty William Rathbone. It is that
great man—in eclipse. The inimitable " tile" is there ; the
prim puritanical coat is there ; the " jaunty" air and the
features which so irresistibly remind us of an ill-dressed
salad—in which acidity, sweetness, and oil are blended toge-
ther to form a compound of no taste at all—are still to be
seen : but the spirit of the man is gone. He is no more
now than a walking suit of clothes of an antique cut—the
form of some " praise-God-Barebones" of the rump parlia-
ment come down from its panel to be dusted.
We must pause awhile. It is a melancholy task at any
time to delineate fallen greatness ; but in such a case as the
present it is absolutely heartrending. But yesterday we
remember to have seen the illustrious subject of our sketch
in honourable junta-position upon our Exchange with the
most renowned mendicant of the age—the celebrated Daniel
O'Connell. Again we saw him piloting the great Duke of
Dalmatia amongst the lions of our good old town. He
moved, then, only amongst the great. He breathed only in
an atmosphere of dignity and honour. But now, alas !
tempora mutantur : now " none so poor as do him reve-
rence." He has descended from the stilts upon which he
moved in days of old, and " pads the hoof" contentedly in
companionship with beings of everyday mould. The "
which doth hedge a" councillor has been rudely rubbed
off, and he is now no more than a mere mortal.

We regret that we cannot trace the progress of this la-
mentable change. It was awfully sudden.

" One morn w•e missed him from the accustomed spot,"

his seat in the Council-chamber ; and yet we never dreamt
that anything more serious than a fit of spleen, or something
of that nature, could have deprived us of his sweet smiles.

But when

" Another came and yet we saw him not,"

a presage of some dire calamity crept over us. In another
day the murder was out. The Cicero of the council had
been detected smuggling himself into Pitt-street Ward, and
had been stopped and marked " contraband." His career
of glory had been arrested. Justice had overtaken him.
He was no longer current money. He had been rung and
found brassy.

Time, however, the great assuager of all earthly griefs,
exercised his healing influence upon that of the unfortunate
ex-councillor. In a few weeks we saw his graceful beaver
mounted as jauntily upon its block, his almost collarless
coat buttoned as primly, and his silk umbrella borne along
with an air as degage-e as ever. He had been galvanised by
the few select friends who were still left him—