The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1841-04-23 00:00:00

Where in sta'

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We are the

test folli

t Lord Cardinal sat

r'd in the face

auld say

re to-day—

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Said, the Devil must be in that little Jackdaw
The feast was over, the board was clear'd,
The flawns and the custards had all disappear'd,
And six little singing boys, dear little souls!
In nice clean faces, and nice whit:. stoles,

Marching tt

in order du

A. nice little boy field

Ecnboss'd and
As any that tio.

which a ri

:ctory through

golden ewer,

ill'd with water as pure
een Rheims and Hamur,
I ready to catch,

little boy st

nd:basin made to match,—

Two nice little boys rather more grown,
Cartied lavender-water, and eau-de-Cologne,
And a nice little boy had a nice cake of soap,
Worthy of washing the hands of the Pope.

%. napkin bore

Of the best w

And ac,

Of then

fringed with pink,
ied in permanent iak

ni the sight

little boys dress'd all inwuite

inking at all ;bout little Jackdaws,

While the nice little boys oil his eminence wait,
Till, when nobody's dreaming of any such thing,
That little Jackdaw hops off with the Ring ;
cry and a shout,
of a Rout,
And nobody seems to know what they're about.
Butthe Monks have their Pockets all turned inside out;
The Friars are kneeling
And hunting and feeling ;
, the floor, and the walls and the ceiling.
The Cardinal drew
Off each plum colour'd shoe,
And left his.red Stockings exposed to the view ;
He peeps and he feels
In the toes and the heels,
They turn up the dishes, they turn up the plates,
They take up the poker and poke out the grates,

The carpe

There's

turn up the rugs

They examine the mugs,

But no, no such thing, -
They can't find the ring,

And the Abbot declared that when nobody twigg'd it
Some rascpl or other had popped in and prigg'd it.
The Cardinal rose with a dignified look,
He call'd for his candle, his bell, and his book,
In holy anger, and pious grief,
He solemnly curs'd that rascally thief.
He cursed him at board, he cursed him in bed,
From the sole of his foot to the crown of his head ;
He cursed him in sleeping, that every night,
He should dream of the Devil and wake in a fright,
He cursed him in eating, he cursed him in drinking,
He cursed him in coughing, in sneezing, in winking,
He cursed him in sitting, in standing, in lying,
He cursed him in walking, in riding, in flying,
He cursed him in living, he cursed him in dying,
Never was heard such a terrible curse ;
But what gave rise,
To no little surprise,
Nobody seemed one penny the worse.
The day was gone

Th.
The Monks and the F

iizht cause on,

rs they searched till dawn,

When the Sacristan saw
On crumpled claw,
Come limping a poor little lame Jackdaw,

As on Yesterday ;
His feathers all seemed to be turned the wrong way.
His pinions drooped, he could hardly stand,
His head was as bald as the palm of your hand ;

So wasted each limb

That, heedless of grammar, they all cried, " that's him ;"
Teat's the scamp that has done this scandalous thing,
That's the thief that has got my Lord Cardinal's ring.
The poor little Jackdaw,
When the Monks he saw,
Feebly gave vent to the Ghost of a caw,

And turned his bald head as much as to say,
Pray, be so good as to walk this s'ay.
Slower and slower,
He limp'd on before,
Till they came to the back of the Belfry door,
Where the first thing they saw,
Mids't the sticks and the straw,
Was the ring in the nest of that little Jackdaw,
Then the great Lord Ca. dinal call'd for his Book,
And off the terrible curse he took,

mite expressioc

And, being thus

7ved in lieu of confession,
coupled with full restitution,

The Jackdaw got plenary absolution,
When those words were heard,
That poor little Bird,
Was so chang'd in a moment, was really absurd
He grew sleek and fat,
In addition to that,
A fresh crop of feathers came thick as a mat,
His tail waggled more
Even than before,
_ _ _ _

But no longer it wagg'd with an impudent air,
No longer he perched on the Cardinal's, chair,
He liopp'd now about
With a gait most devout,
At matins, at vespers, he never was out,
And so far from any more pilfering deeds
He always seemed telling the confessor's beads

If any one lied, or if any one swore,
Or slumbered in prayer-time and happened to snore,
That good Jackdaw

Would give a great caw,
" don't do so any more,"
1, as his manner they saw,
That they never had known such a pious Jackdaw
He long lived the pride
Of that country side,
And at last in the odour of sanctity died,
When as words were too faint

As m
While z

many remar

His merits to paint,

The conclave determined to make him a saint,
And on newly-made Saints and Popes, as you know,
It's the custom at Rome new names to bestow,
canonized him by the name of JIM CRow.

So the

EPIGRAM ON MISS ANNE BREAD

Toast any girl but her, said Ned—
With every other flutter ;
I'll be content with Annie Bread,
But wont have any but her.

American paper

AFTER SHELLEY

(From " Flowerc of Hemp, or the Newgate Garland,'
Tait's Mag., April.)
I met a cracksman coming down the Strand,
Who said, " A huge cathedral, piled of stone,
Stands in a churchyard, near St. Martin's-le-Grand,
Where keeps St. Paul his sacerdotal throne.
A street runs by it on the northward. There,
For cab and 'bus, is writ No Thoroughfare' :
The Mayor and Councilmen do so command.
And in that street a shop, with many a box,
Upon whose sign these fatal words I scanned—
` My name is Chubb, that makes the Patent Locks;
Look on my works, ye burglars, and despair.' "
Here made he a pause, like one who sees a blight
Crush all his hopes, and sighed, with drooping air,
" Our game is up, my covey ; blow me tight!"

HAWKHURST GANG.-CHICHESTER

(From the Sussex Express.)

I •
TEE SMUGGLER'S CAVE.—This neighbourhood, about a
century ago, was much the resort of smugglers, but more es-
pecially of the celebrated Hawkhurst gang, which was broken
up in 1749, by the execution of the following desperadoes :
Benjamin Tapner of West Stoke, William Carter of Hants,
Richard Mills of Trotton, Richard Mills the younger of
Stedham, John Cobby of Sidlesham, John Hammond of
Berated, and William Jackson, died two hours after the sen-
tence was announced. These with others were implicated in
several murders, which they deemed it expedient to perpe-
trate for their protection in their outlawry, but the one for
which they suffered was the murder of Chater, a shoemaker
of Fordingbridge, and Galley an exciseman, who were seized
upon by the smugglers on their way to Major Battine, at
East Marden, for the purpose of giving information against
Dimer, a smuggler, who, with others, had been engaged in
breaking open the custom house at Poole. Chater was mur-
dered by being hung in a well at Lady Holt Park, and Galley
died three days previously from wounds received from the
smugglers. The whole of the prisoners were hanged at a
spot about a mile from this city, and the body of Benjamin
Tapner was hung in chains on Rook's hill. The bodies of
Mills and Jackson were thrown into a hole near the place of
execution, and near to it is erected a stone having the follow-

ingipscription

Near this place was buried the body of William Jackson,
a proscribed smuggler, who, upon a special commission of
oyer and terminer,'heid at Chichester,:on the 16th January,
1748-9, was, with William Carter, attainted for the murder
of William Galley, a custom-house officer, and who likewise
was, together with Benjamin Tapper, John Cobby, John
Hammond, Richard Mills the elder, and Richard Mills the
younger, his son (attainted for the murder of Daniel Chater)
but dying a few hours after sentence of death was pro-
nounced upon him, he thereby escaped the punishment which
the heinousness of his crimes deserved, and which was the
next day most justly inflicted upon his accomplices."
" As a memorial to posterity, and a warning to his and
sncceedin' ~enerations

stone is erected,
D. 1749."

It is evident from the details given that the whole of the
north western parts of Sussex and the eastern parts of
Hants, were, a century ago, much frequented by smugglers.
Here they had their rendezvous, and at different times in
voids and various places—pits' and other secret recesses, tar
depositing their contraband goods have since been discovered.
A short time ago another of these places was brought to light
on the Old Broyle Common, by some labourers, who while
engaged in digging a gravel-pit, suddenly broke into a sub-
terraneous cavern. J n this place there appears to be a regu-
larly formed arch, branching out in several directions, but
owing to its being tilled up with rubbish it is difficult to re-
cognise its form, but this will not be long a matter of con-
jecture, for workmen are now employed in clearing it out.
In one
direction a man on his hands and knees bas penetrated
as far as one hundred yards underground, and in other parts
g
there is five feet standing room. From the remains of old
fashioned wine ald Geneval bottles found therein, there can
be no doubt of its having been used by smugglers as a place
of rogrt and a depostory for their goods.