The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1844-01-30 00:00:00

THE AMNESTY ADDRESS.

The Lord Mayor has received a letter from Sir James
Graham, acquainting him that the Queen will receive the
celebrated Amnesty Address from the hands of his lord-
ship on Friday next. In consequence of this intimation
their honours held a meeting this day, at which, we un-
derstand, it was proposed by Alderman George Roe that
the Lord Mayor should not wait upon her Majesty ; bat
that a letter should be written to the Home Secretary to
request him to present the Address. This view was gene-
rally dissented from, and it was strongly put to the ex-Lord
Mayor, that he at least should not refuse to do the polite
thing upon this occasion. He flatly refused, however, to
accompany his successor into the dread presence of Ma-
jesty. A deputation, consisting of some half-dozen mem-
bers of the council, was ultimately got together, and it
was determined that they should should proceed to Lon-
don forthwith.

MOTHERLY LOVE.—Last among the characteristics
of woman is that sweet motherly love with which nature
has gifted her; it is almost independent of cold reason,
and wholly removed from all selfish hope of reward.
Not because it is lovely does the mother love her child,
but because it is a living part of herself—the child of her
heart, a fraction of her own nature. Therefore, do her
entrails yearn over his wailings, her heart beats quicker
at his joy, her blood flows more softly through her veins
when the breast at which he drinks knits him to her. In
every corrupted nation of the earth this feeling is the
same. Climate, which changes everything else, changes
not that. It is only the most corrupting forms of society
which have power gradually to make luxurious vice
sweeter than the tender cares and toils of maternal love.
In Greenland, where the climate affords no nourishment
for infants, the mother nourishes her child up to the third
or fourth year of his life. She endures from him all the
nascent indications of the rude and domineering spirit of
manhood with indulgnt all-forgiving patience. The ne-
gress is armed with more than manly strength when her
child is attacked by savage beasts. We read with asto-
nished admiration the examples of her matchless courage
and contempt of danger. But if death robs that tender
mother, whom we are pleased to call a savage, of her best
comfort—the charm and care of existence—where is the
heart that can conceive her sorrow ? Read the lament of
the Nadawosse woman on the loss of her husband and her
infant son. The feeling which it breathes is beyond all
expression.—Herder : Mrs. Austin's Fragments from
German Writrra.

DISTINGUISHED IRISHMEN.—In the highest branches
of human knowledge, and on the widest arena of human
enterprise, the names of Irishmen are justly celebrated.
Among divines, philosophers, statesmen, orators, legisla-
tors, diplomatists, financiers, historians, warriors, poets,
astronomers, physicians, sculptors, musicians, and dra.
matists, we find the names of Archbishop Ussher, Berke-
ley, Adam Clarke, Wellesley, Wellington, Burke, Boyle,
Swift, Sterne, Steele, Goldsmith, Sheridan, Hastings,
Grattan, Canning, Foster, Curran, Flood, Bushe, Yel-
verton, Clare, Beresford, Croker, Gifford, Duigerfan,
Musgrave, Barrington, Charlemont, Burgh, Valentia
(Lord), Parsons, Lucas, Cavendish, Malone, Hutchison,
Ponsonby, Pakenham, O'Loughlin, Plunkett, Sheill,
Jebb, Browne, Loftus, Sloane (Sir Hans), Castlereagh,
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ger (Sir Henry), Gough (Sir Hugh). Brinkely, Oxman-
town, Edgeworth, Robinson, Hamilton, Morgan (Lady),
Blessington (Countess), Mornington, Gillespie (Rollo),
Moore, Hawkins, Abernethy, Collis, Crampton, Lever,
Newenham, Hall (Mrs.), Lover, Wolff, Maxwell, Matu-
rio, Carolan, O'Neil (Miss), Farren (Miss), Sheridan
Knowles, Montgomery, Plowden, Leland, Stephenson,
Mossop, Murphy, Cooke, Macklin, Hogan, Shee, Maclise,
and others of past and rising celebrity. What enabled
these distinguished men to inscribe their names in the
scroll of fame, and to add to the honour and to the wel-
fare of their country ? The +Nide and noble field of Bri-
tish enterprise. Wherever wind blows, or ocean rolls,
there may be found united the English, Irish, Scotch,
and Welch, under the glorious title of Britons, establish-
ing the physical, mental, and moral supremacy of their
" United Kingdom," striking the fetters from the slave,
emancipating the oppressed, and, in fulfilment of a Divine
mission, preaching the glad tidings of the Gospel in dis-
tant and heathen lands.—Montgomery Martin s Ireland.

JULES JANIN, THE FRENCH FEUILLETONIST.—Your
eye is resting (I thought it would) on that droll-looking
person, lolling at his ease in you fauteuil, disordered in
dress, careless in manner, and yet imposing, spite the
tangled locks that fall in sad confusion over his ample
forehead ; that is the Coryphteus of feuilletonistes, the
very Jupiter of the tribe. His thunderbolts fall among
us at times with killing effect, but he can also give life to
an artiste, and make it priceless ; that is " J. J." of the
Journal des Debate: I wonder at my temerity in ap-
proaching so calmly his formidable initials, so often signed
to the epitaphs recorded on our artistic tombs ; but his
indulgence to myself emboldens my familiarity. He is
chiefly known to the public for hebdomadal contributions
to the famous De'bats, wherein he empties his effervescing
caldron of critical remark, all steaming, hot, and spicy.
He makes the tour of all the novelties the week brings
forth, and then on Monday morning disburdens his mem-
ory and his conscience. Like the immortal hero of l'Eli-
sir d'Amore, be dispenses his doses with prodigal hand,
—a bolus here and an elixir there ; administering to
wounds of his own making the soothing ointment of his
praise, and in very wantonness scratching others half
healed up. But rail, rant, and roar at him as we may,
who can shut their eyes to the brilliant, sparkling, seduc-
tive light of his genius, winning while it repels, delight-
ing even when it chides, intoxicating when it extols?
Yes, Janin, I believe an artiste never fell beneath thy
rod who did not kiss it while it smote ; for it lashes so
beautifully. This singular person is the theme of con-
stant remark ; his eccentricities (for it seems genius must
have them), his peculiarities, and penchants, furnish end-
less gossip to the "Foyer." His last new predilection
now sets all tongues a-wagging, and who, or rather what,
do you dream is the tender object of his love? He has
taken to a pet ; and what, of all the things of air, earth,
and sea, do you imagine has won him ? Oh ! name it not
in Berlin—" a little pig!" with doubtful claims to white-
ness. Byron had his bear; •Goethe his monkey ; and
Janin fondles a pig! What is the attraction of this new
caprice ; what the sympathy between "J. J." and his
darling, who can tell? The topic is prolific in bon mots,
to those who dare make merry at his expense. " Yes,"
exclaimed the lively Comte de —, the last opera-night,
" there must be mutual feeling for similarity of pursuit ;
the pig scour the street of its offal, and Janin ranges from
one end of the Boulevards to the other for his theatrical
garbage." Woe to the bold jester if this comes to Janin's
indignant ear; he will avenge promptly the outraged dig-
nity of his petit cochon. All societies are open to Janin :
the court invites him ; his numberless friends prey on
him; the dinner languishes, the soiree is dull, the repre-
sentation is flat, when Janin is not there. Hunt Europe
through, and you will not find another man more courted ;
and the same journey over again would not discover you
an equally successful competitor. The coveted of artistes,
the dreaded of dramatists, and the most gifted of critics,
how shall I support the loss of thy vivacious effusions,—
the delicate embroideries of thy style ? Pirouetting will
lose its charm when "J. J." is not there to criticise.
Bless me, dear Mina, how tiresome you must think me in
prating so long of a good-fo'r-nothing critic you care little
for ! In talking of Janin, I have allowed all my company
to steal out of my loge without a parting smile.—Frayer's
Magazine.