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tU'Alli ONE, WHEN I WANDERED
WITH THEE."

Fair one I when I wandered with thee,
O'er the mountains stern and cold,
Pleasure then was present with rue—
Moments seemed like drops of gold

Where the fern and heather told us
Freedom there' bad fixed her throne
Where no eye could then behold us,
Sped we on our way alone.

England's castles, old and hoary,
Records of departed pride—
Records of chivalric glory—
Of her brave who fought and died.

These we wandered through, while pleasure
O'er us spread her transient smile;
Heaven it seemed like. in a measure,
Resting on this earth awhile.

Through her ancient forests roaming,
On her battle fields of yore,
Where the white sea waves were foaming,
Listening to the ocean's roar.

Did'st thou speak, thy voice of beauty
Bade my spirit upwards rise;
Whilst affection, love, and duty.
Gathered strength from those sweet eyes.

Loved one I when above and round us
Spread the sapphire starlight sky,
Links of love and pleasure bound us—
Love that cannot, will not die.

Fair one ! when I wandered with thee,
Love to thee was all my thought ;
Loved one! could'st thou now be with me,
First love would engross my heart.
Liverpool, October, 1853

W. T. W.

REVIEWS OF BOOKS.

homage and veneration. How unfortunate, then,
to see them falling out and tearing each other •to
pieces in this way ! Their own charrcter as gen-
tlemen, the interests of the university of which
they are both distinguished members, and their
respectability as members of society, call aloud for
a cessation of hostilities such as these ; and without
pretending to know much about the nature of the
controversy in which they have been engaged, with
an earnestness more remarkable than the good
temper which has accompanied it, we venture to
hope they will see the necessity of carrying it no
farther, frankly make the admission—" Brother,
brother, we were both in the wrong," shake hands
•and become friends, uniting their energies in up-
holding the established character of their alma
mater to scientific distinction, and setting the
world an example of urbanity and good-feeling on
the part of its Professors.

The .Pantrophean ; or, History of _Food. By A.
Soyer. London : Simpkin, Marshall, and Co.
The title of the above-named work, together
with the celebrity of its author, were sufficient to
excite public curiosity in no ordinary degree, as to
the nature of the volume, on its first announce-
ment, and that curiosity must have been rather
whetted than impaired by a glance at the extericr
which the book presents. On examining the
volume, it becomes at once apparent that M. Soyer
has applied himself to the study of his art with the
enthusiasm of an artist and the industry of a
devotee. He ranges the field of edible productive-
ness with the gusto of a connoisseur, and culls from
its stores a collection of rare treasures, historical
and gastronomic. He is learned in the ancient
history of his art, descants with equal energy and
persuasiveness upon the elegancies of modern
cuissinaire, and waxes positively eloquent in his
disquisitions upon the cooks and cookery of ancient
times. Having a sharp eye to the practical portion
of his trade (we beg pardon, his profession), M.
Soyer bestows considerable attention on the bibative
enjoyments of the true epicure, and is learned on
the varied qualities of liqueurs. Hear him on the
relative virtues of

Yhe Works of Samuel Warren, D.C.L. F.R.S.
Tart I. Edinburgh : Blackwood and gons.
This, the first monthly part of a people's edition
of Warren's works, contains a considerable portion
of those admirable sketches by which, many years
,ago, under the title of "Passages from the Diary of a
;late Physician," the author at once enriched the pages
.of Blackwood's Magazine and laid the foundation
of his literary fame. That fame, which, exalted
and extended by subsequent publications, has so
rooted and expanded itself, that the name of
Samuel Warren now occupies a conspicuous place
ion the roll emblazoned by the cognizances of the
?versatile, yet chivalrous, Scott ; the dramatic and
impassioned Johanna Bailie ; the noble, delicate,
and fascinating Wilson ; the nervous and brilliant,
though caustic, Lockhart ; the truthful and poetic
Crabbe ; the soaring Coleridge ; the discriminat-
ing Bulwer ; the sweet, gentle, and tender Moir,
and a host of others, the illustrissimi nomini of
-the past and present generation. As is truthfully
stated in the prospectus to this edition of Warren's
/works, "no one will deny that the author's uni-
form aim has been to uphold the cause of loyalty,
morality, and religion ;" and the power of intel-
lectual resource he has brought to the aid of that
-rause can only be fully understood by those who
are familiar with his works. It cannot be appre-
TM' ted at its full worth by any one who has not
I'elt their influence, as that is brought out in na-
tural and pleasing force by the lessons taught in
his admirably delineated scenes and incidents.
Who can become familiar with the melting pathos
embodied in " The Broken Heart ;" or be a wit-
mess to the severance of those touching ties and
incidents of social endearment which are ruthlessly
trampled, crushed, and destroyed in the tale of
"' Duelling," without having his sympathies en-
larged and refined—his sentiments elevated, and
'his nature softened and improved ? Powerful as
Warren's enchantments are when applied
" To ope the source of sympathetic tears,"
the magic of his wand is not confined to that
'sphere alone ; he waves it widely, and the spell is
potent in all the realms of fancy. His humour is
-rich, abundant, and racy, as may be readily wit-
messed in many of the blundering mishaps of
littlebat Titmouse," and other of his parvenu
heroes ; but, probably, in no instance is grotesque
and comic humour displayed with greater vivacity
or more sustained power than in the sketch of
The Turned Head," with the commencement of
',which tale the present part terminates. To bring
anch hitherto expensive works within the reach of all
classes of readers, is indeed conferring a boon upon
-society, such as is but little dreamed of by the ge-
merality of even intelligent publishers of cheap
literature. To wish success to a work so pub-
lished, and of such character, cannot be necessary ;
its success is as certain as the undertaking is de-
/ierving of commendation.

21omwpathy Fairly Represented. By William
Henderson, M.D. Edinburgh : Thomas Con-
stable & Co.
From a period long antecedent to the days of
'Cervantes, the professional disputes of physicians,
lawyers, and others, enjoying what the public be-
lieve to be an established right to verify their
opinions at the general expense, have formed a fer-
tile and gratifying theme for public amusement.
"Whether this may arise from the satisfaction of
-observing professional dexterity and enthusiasm
iesnployed in a zealous war, for the establishment
of one theory or the downfall of another, and for
conducting which warfare the public purse shall
_not be called on to produce the supplies, or from
-whatever motive, matters little ; it is sufficient to
know that when such strife is once begun, it is
carried on with bitterness and animation to
-which its general bloodlessness adds considerable
-zest ; no one feeling disposed to act otherwise than
to enjoy the fun, and allow the harmless, though
stinging controversy, to expend itself in the ex-
lhaustion of the belligerents. In the pages of
:Blackwood's Magazine, we lately had a spirited
cabinet picture of the dispute between the allopathic
..and homcepathic tinkers of the human constitution,
from the telling pencil of Bulwer. In that care-
fully manipulated study, the salient points of the
'controversy were touched on and displayed with
the delicacy and tact of an accomplished artist
.and the generalisation of a polished amateur. In
the work before us, we have the genuine roar
of battle bruited and paraded with all the hearty
-acrimony which a deeply interested combatant
Ilan can infuse into his narrative. The author is
a learned professor of an eminent branch of Escu-
lapian science in the celebrated University of
Edinburgh, the antagonist whom he seeks to dis-
able and expose is a brother professor in the same
medical school—not, indeed, a teacher of the same
Iwanch of the art as his opponent, but a distin-
snished practitioner of the obsteteric art ; and both
of them are well reputed as gentlemen and men of
:science. The real value of the subject in dispute
letween these learned controversialists it is scarcely
livithin the power or the province of a newspaper
'to estimate ; the mode of discussion adopted be-
tween the disputants is more easily judged of, and
in his preface Professor Henderson furnishes us
iwith samples of how that has been managed on
loth sides. From those specimens we feel con-
strained to believe that both gentlemen are more
aocomplished in the arts of vituperation than
-skilled in the science of logic. A clever example
of the Professor's invective may not here be out of
Tlace, introduced by the simple remark that his
/opponent, Dr. Simpson, is a gentleman whose
juvenile rotundity of person and countenance bore
some affinity to the supposeddimensions and aspect of
31ynheerTwentybroken,renownedinlegendarystorY•
-PROFESSOR HENDERSON'S METHOD OF TREATMENT.
Dr. Simpson's tactics strongly remind me of the inge-
minus conduct of the Dutch in Charles the Second's time,
-who kindled bonfires and set their bells a-ringing when-
ever they had been thrashed at sea, in order to evade the
acknowledgment or appearance of disaster. For I believe
It was generally admitted, and even by not a few of his
"own party, that in the last engagement he was very hand-
ssomely beaten ; his personal authority as to facts and
doctrines show him to be quite infinitesimal ; his informa-
tion to be singularly defective, not only in homcepathic
I:natters, but in the truths that are common to all medical
wience; his logic to have its point turned destructively
towards himself and his friends, and his theological zeal
to be entirely out of place. Yet with the face (the italic
Ss Professor Henderson's, not ours) of an old Hollander,
here he is again with as much of the former tattered
inaterial as he can get to hang together, and as much new
aknvas of the sameorig, inally bad quality as his crippled spars
will carry, trying to look as if he was unconscious of defeat.
It has long been a subject of complaint against
the English soldiers, that they did not know when
they were beaten ; and here one learned Professor
gravely accuses another of the same discreditable
kind of ignorance. A perverse public has, how-
lever, continued to abet the army in believing that
in this instance at least " ignorance is bliss," and
that it " would be folly to be wise ;" it is not
-111dikely that a large section of the same public
mill 14° sympathise with Dr. Simpson. Jesting
tolaPartsee, the
cannot but " make the judicious grieve
nt.: heads of our distinguished seats of learn-
'heatso %
of cornt rgettmg themselves as even in the
versonaltiea. r°Ti,versY to bandy such discreditable
to their char Their effect upon youth committed
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rill extreme.
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THE LIVERPOOL STANDARD, AND GENERAL COMMERCIAL ADVERTISER.

TOILET OF ELEGANCE FOR GENTLEMEN.—For preserv-
ing the complexion—temperance ; to preserve the breath
sweet—abstinence from tobacco ;. for whitening the hands
—honesty ; for moustache—the razor; to remove stains—
repentance ; easy shaving soap—ready money ; for improv-
ing the sight—observation; a beautiful ring—the family
circle ; for improving the voice - civility ; the best com-
panion at the toilet—a wife ;to keep away moths—good
society; to promote sleep—dispense with the latch-key.
CHINESE MODE OF LEADING THEIR PIGS.—In
England we must humour and amuse our pig, or he will
not budge an inch, but a Chinaman has neither time nor
inclination for such an occupation, so when he takes his
pig to market he merely passes a thin cord through either
ear of the animal, in the form of a loop, to which a piece
of rope is attached, which the Chinaman holds in his
hand ; in the other he carries a thin cane, but it is rarely
needed, as the pig proceeds along the road as quietly and
decorously as if he were going to a funeral. We have
seen scores of pigs taken to market in this way, and never
saw or heard of an instance of misbehaviour on the part
of any one of them.—Rambles in Java and the Straits.
THE SOUTHERN MIGRATIONS OF THE HUMAN RACE.
—lt will surprise no one who has read history that the
Russians should yearn for the possession of Constantinople.
" Whilst we do not possess the Dardanelles we are without
the key of our house," said the Emperor Alexander. This
is the argument—the political reason—the State necessity
for the long-pursued policy of the Muscovite Cnsars. But
there is something under this, and older than the Roman-
offs themselves,—the instinctive turning of the human
race towards the South,—the pressure of the population
at all times from the icy regions of the North, from snow-
field, sandy waste and dismal swamp, towards sunlit hills,
rich plains, the vineyard, the orange-grove, blue air and
glancing waters. The form of the emigration changes,—
the desire of change remains. In one age, a nomadic
tribe, carrying its household gods, driving its cattle on
before, comes down from the great Steppes. Ages later,
it is a Ukraine horde, mounted and armed, that rolls down
the corn lands of the Crimea, and dashes itself like a tide
against the rocky barriers of the Caucasus, falling back in
broken powerless wavelets. Still further down, the tribe,
the horde is organised, and officered after European modes.
Its march is announced by diplomatic agents, and its
advance celebrated by religious rites. But it is neverthe-
less the old eruption—forced by the old causes. The frost-
bitten citizen of St. Petersburgh dreams of the gorgeous
climate of Constantinople, as the Goth in his forest
dreamed of the Italian vine gardens ; the luxuries of
Pera, the sunlit shores of the Bosphorus, have the same
power on the imagination of a Russian woman as the
reports of the surpassing pomp and glitter of imperial life
had on the fancy of Vandal savages striving with arid
nature for a scanty subsistence.—Atheneum.

ORIGINAL CORRESPONDENCE.

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VETTURINO TRAVELLING.--A word upon this vetturino
system ere I leave it—l hope for ever. It is a perfect
nuisance from beginning to end. From the moment you
set off with one of these rascals, till the hour you arrive
at your journey's end, it is plague, squabble, insolence, and
torment. They start at what hour of the morning they
please; they halt where they like, and for as long as they
like, invariably too at the worst wayside inns—away from
a town and from all chance of accommodation—since rye-
bread and sour wine, with a mess of stewed garlic, will
always satisfy them, They rarely drive at full five miles
the hour, and walk every inch with an ascent of a foot in
a hundred yards. If expostulated with by the wretched
traveller, they halt in some public place, and appeal to the
bystanders in some dialect unknown to you. The result
of which is that a ferocious mob surrounds you, and with
invectives, insults, and provocative gestures, assail and
outrage you, till it please your tormentor to drive on;
which you do at length amidst hooting and uproar that
even convicted felons would feel ashamed of. On reaching
your inn at night, they either give such a representation
of you as gets you denied admittance at all, or obtain for
you the enviable privilege of paying for everything " en
Milor." Between being a swindler or an idiot, the chance
alone lies for you. Then they refuse to unstrap your lug-
gage; or if they do so, tie it on again so insecurely that it
is sure to drop off next day. I speak not of a running fire
of petty annoyances: such as fumigating you with pestilent
tobacco, nor the blessed enjoyment of that infernal Spitz
dog which stands all day on the roof, and barks every mile
of the road from Berne to Naples. As to any redress
against their insolence, misconduct, or extortion, A is
utterly hopeless—and for this reason : they are sure to
have a hundred petty occasions of rendering small services
to the smaller authorities of every village they frequent.
They carry the judge's mother for nothing to a wafering-
place ; or they fetch his aunt to the market-town ; or they
smuggle for him —or thieve for him—something that is
only to be had over the frontier. Very probably, too, on
the very morning of your appeal, you have kicked the
same judge's brother, he being the waiter of your inn, and
having given you bad money in change—at all events, you
are not likely ever to be met with again; the vetturino is
certain to come back within the year ; and, finally, you are
sure to have money, and be able to pay—so that, as the
Irish foreman said, as the reason for awarding heavy
damages against an Englishman, "It is a fine thing to
bring so much money into the country."—The Dodd
Family Abroad.
PARIS AND LONDON.—The French metropolis is un-
doubtedly the finest monumental city in the world, with
this additional advantage, that it can always be seen from
an elevated point, while London is usually enveloped in
smoke and mist, and preserits a gigantic outline, dim and
undefined. Ascend the column in the "Place Vendome,"
the towers of Notre Dame, the heights of Montmartre, or
Belleville, or the artificial mound in the " Jardin des
Plantes." On every side you have a bright, stereotyped
view. Look down on London from the dome of St. Paul's,
the Monument, the keep of the Tower, or Primrose-Hill,
and you can seldom distinguish anything beyond the
circuit inscribed within a radius of half a mile. Nay, even
on a summer's day, you may post yourself on Waterloo-
bridge, and Westminster or Blackfriars are scarcely dis-
tinguishable. This is less the effect of climate than of the
dense, tangible vapour, engendered by an unlimited con-
sumption of coal. Our public buildings of Portland-stone,
turn dingy and black before the scaffoldings are removed.
The new colonnade of the British Museum is already
grievous to behold. In Paris, the white gypseous freestone
defies time and weather, and looks as brilliant and as clear
to-day as it did two hundred years ago. The original
Louvre is scarcely more discoloured than the recent addi-
tions, and the gates of St. Denis and St. Martin are as
fresh as when they were erected. Let us do justice to the
beauties of the French capital. We can show nothing to
compete with the palaces of the Louvre and the Tuileries,
the Place de la Concorde, the line of the Rue de Rivoli,
the quays, the statues, the fountains, and the extended
semicircle of the Boulevards, even in the absence of the
trees. But we can produce good specimens of architecture
in our bridges, in Westminster Abbey and St. Paul's, in
Somerset House, in many churches, and in the new Houses
of Parliament, supposing they are finished before they
begin to decay. And, above all, we can point to the forest
of masts, extending from London Bridge to Blackwell,
Greenwich, and Deptford, which the Seine cannot boast in
all its windings, from the Pont de Jena to Rouen and
Havre inclusive. These indicate the presence of the world's
commerce, and the influence of the merchant princes, who
uphold tottering monarchies by timely loans, and wield
the power which controls everything. The lords of the
circulating medium are the true sovereigns of Europe—
" Who hold the balance of the world? Who reign
O'er Congress, whether Royalist or Liberal?
Who keep the world. both old and new, in pain
Or pleasure? Who make politics run glibber all?
The shade of Buonaparte's noble daring?
Jew Rothschild, and his fellow-Christian, Baring."
Paris reigns pre-eminent in many points, but must yield
to London in extent, in population, and in riches ; to St.
and Edinburgh in beauty of situation ; and
Petersburgh in regularity ; to Constantinople, Lisbon,
Naples, Genoa,
to Rome in historical associations—before which every
other city must bow down in reverential acknowledgment.
There is no place in Europe, in the world, to be preferred
to Paris for an occasional visit, none where a month can
be passed so pleasantly ; but for many reasons it is the
very last a reflecting person would select either to live or
die in.—Dublin University Magazine for October.
MELTING Momeers.—One winter evening a country
storekeeper in the Mountain State was about closing his
doors for the night, and while standing in the snow out-
side, putting up his window-shutters, he saw through
the glass a lounging worthless fellow within take a pound
of butter from the shelf; and hastily conceal it in his hat.
" Stay, Seth," said the storekeeper, coming in and closing
the door after him, clapping his hands over his shoulders,
and stamping the snow off his shoes. Seth had his hand
upon the door, and his hat upon his head, and the roll of
new butter in his hat, anxious to make his exit as soon as
possible. "I say, Seth, sit down; I reckon now, on such
a night, a little of something warm wouldn't hurt a
fellow. Come, sit down." Seth felt very uncertain ; he
had the butter, and was exceedingly anxious to be off, but
the temptation of "something warm" sadly interfered
with his resolution to go. This hesitation, however, was
soon settled by the rightful owner of the butter taking
Seth by the shoulders and planting him upon a seat close
to the stove, where he was so entirely cornered in by
barrels and boxes that, while the country grocer sat be-
fore him, there was no possibility of his getting out ; and
right in this place sure enough was the storekeeper sat
down. " Seth, we'll have a little warm Santa Cruz," said
the mountain grocer, as he opened the stove door, and
stuffed in as many sticks as the space would admit :
" without it you'd freeze going home such a night as
this." Seth already felt the butter setting closer to his
hair, and jumped up, declaring he must go. "Not till
you have something warm. Come, I've got a story to tell
yon ; sit down now ;" and Seth was again put into his
seat by his cunning tormentor. " Oh, it's confounded hot
here," said the thief, again attempting to rise. " Sit
down ; don't be in such a plaguy hurry," retorted the
grocer, pushing him back into the chair. " But I have
got the cows to fodder, and some wood to split, and I
must be a going," continued the persecuted chap. " But
you mustn't tear yourself away in this manner. Sit
down ; let the cows take care of themselves, and keep
yourself cool ;—you appear to be fidgetty," said the roguish
grocer, with a wicked leer. The next thing was the pro-
duction of two smoking glasses of hot rum-toddy, the very
sight of which, in Seth's present situation, would have
made the hair stand erect on his head, had it not been
well oiled and kept down by the butter. " Seth, I'll give
you a toast now, and you can butter it yourself," said the
grocer, yet with an air of such consummate simplicity
that poor Seth still believed himself unsuspected. " Seth,
here's a Christmas goose (it was about Christmas time)—
here's a Christmas goose well roasted and basted, eh ? I
tell you, Seth, it's the greatest eating in creation. And
don't you never use common cooking butter to baste it
with. Fresh pound butter, just the same as you see upon
onlyproper
take thing in nature to
your butter; I mean,
bthaostet slaielfgoyoosnedweri,this. tcheome,
Seth, take your toddy. Poor Seth now began to smoke
as well as to melt, and his mouth was as hermetically
sealed up as though he had been born dumb. Streak
after streak of the butter came pouring from under his
hat, and his handkerchief was already soaked with the
overflow. " Dreadful cold night this !" said the grocer.
" Why, Seth, you seem warm. Why don't you take your
with a spasmodic effort to get
bat off? Here, let me put your hat away." " No," ex-
claimed
tonguel) lro oSseet,h
cataract was now pouring down the fellow's face, soaking
anatd last,clap 1)4,
so that he was literally in a
.perfect bath of oil. Well,
into his very boots,
goldsodclonigthesh,t,ansd slidinghet ifydoouwnwinhis body
ge," said the humorous
Vermonter; adding, as Seth got into the road, " Neigh-
bour, I reckon the fun I have had out of you is worth 9d.,
so I shan't charge you for that pound of butter."—New
Orleans Pickayune.

STATUE OF BYRON.

TO THE EDITOR OP THE LIVERPOOL STANDARD.

OF EMIGRATION.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE LIVERPOOL STANDARD,

Here is an array of names, dates, and alleged facts,
detailed with an exactness of circumstantiality which
admits of no equivocation, directly impugning the vigi-
lance or impartiality of more than one of our public autho-
rities, in connexion with the protection, the comfort, and
the safety of emigrants. Can such an imputation rest
upon the emigration arrangements of our port without
seriously damaging its best interests ? If the allegations
are untrue, as I sincerely hope they are, shall the com-
munity of Liverpool labour under a stigma, and its inte-
rests suffer, because a slander has been uttered, which
nothing short of pusillanimity or conscious guilt would
shrink from exposing or repelling ? If the charges are
true,—but I cannot, will not, dare not believe them to be
so,—how imperative the necessity for a speedy and effec-
tual remedy ? Pecuniary interest—social character—the
instinct of humanity—the command of Heaven, call im-
peratively for a swift and impartial justification from so
odious an accusation. In the absence of positive testi-
mony to the contrary, I am willing to believe that the
Glasgow Herald has been abused and imposed upon, and
if so, I feel convinced he will not be slow or niggardly in
removing a stigma he had no interest, beyond the calls of
duty, in affixing ; but the accusation has gone forth, and
with others now must rest the task of proving its un-
truth and its malignant cruelty.—l am, Sir,

Liverpool, 15th October, 1863.

K TOWNSMAN.

NOTES, NOTICES, AND OPINIONS.

BY jOIIA.NYBS RIISTICI7B.

XI. TOWN IMPROVEMENTS.—WhiIe so much has been
said and written about forming new streets, making new
thoroughfares. and widening old ones, it seems strange to
me that no one has suggested the' desirableness of con-
verting some of the large plots of vacant ground lying
between Scotland-road and the canal into public gardens,
or open grounds for the recreation of the working claSses.
At present these pieces of land are mere reservoirs for
every description of filth from the surrounding cottages
and manufactories, filling the air with the most noisome
•stench—insufferable almost at times to the passers by, and
to the resident in the vicinity no doubt a fruitful source
of disease and mortality. But how different would be the
aspect of this quarter of the town, were these grounds
brought to a proper level and planted with trees, or en-
closed for gardens, or adapted for manly exercises. These
open spaces would be as fountains of pure air in the midst
of a wilderness of thickly inhabited courts,—promoting
health, banishing pestilence, and elevating the moral and
physical condition of the denizens of that most miserable
and neglected locality.
XII. A LIBERAL TOWN COUNCILLOR.—There is an
amusing specimen of Radical absurdity now to be seen on
the walls, in the shape of an address by Mr. Daniel Powell,
to the municipal electors of Vauxhall ward. This gentle-
man aspires to represent, in the Common Council, what
we may, I suppose, designate the Irish Roman Catholic
interest, so extensively located in this ward ; and in the
true Irish style of speaking to the question," he puts
forward as his peculiar and only qualifications for the
office of town councillor, that he is " an ardent admirer of
the present Administration ! in favour of financial
reform ! and a sincere friend of civil and religious
liberty !" So, if Mr. Powell be elected, we shall, no
doubt, see some excellent fun—the tactics of the Brigade
reacted on a small scale—every question made a peg to
hang some Irish or Popish grievance upon ! The Council
Chamber will be converted into an arena for our local
politicians to try their debating powers. Town improve-
ments will be discussed on the " broad" principle of civil and
religious liberty—(" broad is the road," &e.)—the smoke
nuisance will naturally call forth an eulogium on the
Coalition Cabinet—and an evasion of dock dues will in-
troduce a debate on financial reform.
XIII. BIBLE BURNING IN NEW YORK.—Talking of
civil and religious liberty, I see, by the late files of the
New York papers, that the Irish priests in that city are
comporting themselves in a manner that is likely to bring
Brother Jonathan down upon them " like a thousand of
bricks," if they do not mend their ways. It appears that,
true to their instincts, the Irish Romanies of Mott-street

Sts,—Allow me to correct an error in the communi-
cation of your London correspondent, which appeared in
the last number of your valuable paper. The writer says,
that the marble statue of Lord Byron is still entombed in
the vaults of the Custom-house, in London. lam happy
to inform that gentleman, that the insult to the memory
of the poet, as well as to the great artist, Thorwaldsen, in
refusing a niche for the work, has been, although tardily,
atoned for. The glorious work has found a most appro-
priate location in the Library of Trinity College, Cam-
bridge,—the alma mater of the noble poet,—where it
stands the admiration of all visitors to that classic spot. B.

THE CHARACTER OF LIVERPOOL AS A PORT

have recently broken into the Protestant School, threat-
ened the teachers, dragged out the children, seized the
books of Holy Scripture, and, " with hootings, cursing,s,
and yells, fit for Pandemonium itself," publicly burnt
them, and used the half-burnt leaves to light their pipes
with ! The Yankees will, no doubt, appreciate such con-
duct as this, and hail with delight the arrival of the first
batch of priestly emigrants that shall be sent out by the
Priests' Emigration Society, now in course of formation
in Dublin. By the way, I think the Protestant Associa-
tion might do worse than devote & portion of their funds
to the assistance of this society.

—To the high character which Liverpool has ac-
quired as a commercial entrepot has been mainly attri-
butable her rapid growth, her vast wealth, and her still
increasing prosperity. To secure and extend these advan-
tages must be an object dear to every one of her enter-
prising and intelligent sons ; and I speak only the general
sentiment in saying no effort will be wanting on their part
to maintain and preserve the reputation she has earned
through the excellence of her ships, the integrity of her
citizens, and the intrepidity of her mariners. Reputation
to her has been no bubble, and its maintenance she is pre-
pared to vindicate through greater perils even than " the
cannon's mouth." Reputation is no doubt a rich inherit-
ance, but like other species of property, if it has its privi-
leges, it has also its responsibilities ; and experience of the
world leads to the inevitable conviction that few posses-
sions hang by so delicate or precarious a tenure as those
based upon reputation—the slightest whisper uninves-
tigated—the most groundless accusation unrebutted, gives
a fatal stab to character, whether it be that of an
individual, or of a community. The truth of this remark
is so obvious, and its importance is so generally ad-
mitted, as to render any argument for establishing it
unnecessary ; and as an important item in the general
business of Liverpool, directly dependant on her character
as a port of emigration, the purity of that character
ought to be guarded with the most jealous care. What,
I may ask, would for a moment support the pretensions
of Liverpool to being the first emigration port among the
nations of Europe, if those pretensions were left entirely
to depend upon her mere local position, and to resolve
themselves into nothing beyond the physical advantages
she offers for embarkation ? Could not, other ports he
speedily made to offer as great facilities as ours, in the
first steps of this traffic ? In point of fact, are not nu-
merous instances of daily occurrence in which such
rivalry is making bold advances, and receiving flat-
tering encouragement ? What, then, sustains Liverpool
in her proud pre-eminence ? The character she has
laboriously, pertinaciously, and honourably acquired, as
affording not alone ready means of egress from our
shores, but as furnishing safe as well as rapid— comfort-
able as well as certain conveyance to whatever land the
emigrant may desire to be carried : from this cause, and
from this cause alone, is our harbour made the place
of rendezvous by emigrants from every quarter of the
. British Islands, and from lands beyond the sway of Bri-
tain's sceptre. This character, so essential to her pros-
perity, it is the duty and interest of her large community
to guard as a sacred treasure—to sustain by the most
uncompromising vigilance and integrity—to defend from
inroad by the boldest courage. To a large portion of her
commerce this reputation is as the breath of life, and as
such, not to be tampered with on pain of the most disas-
trous consequences, altogether apart from the moral de-
linquency involved in such a dereliction of duty.
Those preliminary observations have been induced by '
two occurrences most painful in their contemplation—
most appalling in their results, which have recently taken
place in connexion with this important branch of our
traffic : I allude to the mournful tragedy which, in the
case of the Annie Jane, suddenly terminated in the
death of nearly four hundred human beings ; and
the painful circumstances attending the departure from,
and return to our harbour, of the Isaac Wright. In both
cases these ships had but recently left Liverpool, crowded
with passengers, for whose comfort or safety, so far as can
be judged by first impressions and results, very slender
provision had been made. I desire to make no accusa-
tion in either case, but simply point attention to the fact
that in both instances, as they are narrated, the character
of Liverpool as an emigration port is seriously compro-
mised. So seriously, indeed, as to call, in earnest and loud
terms, for a strict and searching enquiry into all the facts
and circumstances of both cases, so far as there can now
be ascertained. This, I repeat, is only a matter of justice
to the community. If the fact alleged in both cases be in
accordance with the truth, or approaching to it, they most
seriously impeach the fair dealing of those connected with
both these vessels, and so by implication that of our mari-
time ,community. In the case of the Isaac Wright grave
imputations have been laid against the quality of the pro-
visions, particularly the water, furnished to the emigrants ;
and serious complaints have likewise been made of the
inhumanity with which the suffering passengers were
treated. It is quite possible both accusations are utterly
destitute of foundation, and, if so, investigation would
speedily dispel the unfavourable impression made by the
rumour; but so long as that is not cleared up, the depres-
sing burden of accusation will attach itself, not alone to
the parties implicated, but also to the community of
which they form a part. The other, and much more
fatal instance to which I refer, that of the Annie Jane,
takes a more formal, as well as a more tangible, shape. In
one of the most respectable and influentianl papers pub-
lished in a rival port, the Glasgow Herald, of the 10th
instant, I find the following remarks appended to a nar-
rative of the disastrous and fatal loss of that vessel and
her hapless human freight
"It may be as well to mention that the Annie Jane
was dismasted and put back to Liverpool, previous to her
last disastrons voyage. Mr. William Hendrie, a respect-
able mechanic in Washington-street Mill, tells us that
he sailed for Quebec in this ship, along with many
other Glasgow mechanics, on Wednesday, the 24th Au-
gust last. On the following Friday she encountered a
gale, and was dismasted. In consequence of the dangers
they had already encountered, and the disabled state of the
ship, the passengers unanimously petitioned that the
captain would put back for Liverpool, which he did, and
where the Annie Jane arrived on Friday, the 2d Septem-
ber. Hendrie and a great number of the passengers here
left the ship altogether. They did so, not only on ac-
count of her dangerous state from being over-loaded and
over-crowded, but from the bad usage they had received
in reference to their provisions and otherwise. Complaints
were made as to this, both to the government inspector
and the mayor of Liverpool: we have seen the petition to
the latter, but nothing came out of these remonstrances.
Mr. Hendrie states, that there would be more than 450
passengers on board, in the first instance, and though
many left the ship at Liverpool, their places were
taken to a great extent by others to whom the tickets
were sold at a reduced rate. He thinks there were at
least 80 Glasgow and West of Scotland people on board,
many of whom were joiners and smiths, who had been
engaged to work on the Quebec railway. Of these 13 left
with Hendrie, and the rest would of course be on board,
when the disaster occurred at Barra. After undergoing
some sort of repair, the Annie Jane again sailed on the 9th
of September—that is, one week after her return; and the
result is chronicled above."

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