The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1832-11-30 00:00:00

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APPEAL TO THE LOYALTY OP BRITONS.
Written fur the LIVERPOOL STANDARD.

SEE the 'r.ANDARD unfurl'd ! come, your loyalty prove.
Ye who care for your King, and the Monarchy love—
Who're not touch'd by the mania, that's misnamed " Reform,"
And remember the " Pilot who weather'd the storm."
No right but their own, do these levellers see ;
Yes, that is the ST-ANDARD of their liberty :
Whilst our's would preserve for each one -his own,
For the peasant, his cottage--the Monarch, his throne.
What softens the labour and pain of the sire,
As he struggles through years an estate to acquire :
But the thought that his children will, at his decease,
By the laws of their country, enjoy it in peace ?
Who'll deny, if the system of robbery and wrong
Is not crusled, that the tenitro's extinguish'd ere long?
The lawless, the worthless, the thoughtless, the mob,
Have been goaded enough to adventure the job.

The outworks attack'd, and the barriers thrown down,
That fence in the charter and rights of a town : '
Individual rights will succumb in detail,
When poiver, and not justice, determines the scale.

We once couhl see merit—take pride, too, in rank ;
Vor firaineSs in danger our nobles would thank ;
Had an in..4ntlt been ()freed a virtuous Queen,
NO shelter on earth would the libeller screen.

See the contrast in menace, mid.turbulent pride,
a.dominant mob, ur"d in fury to ride
Over every thing sacred political schools
Directing the aditirs of. tit State, by their rules.

See the STANDARD unfurl 4! rally round it, ye brave !
if not to restore, our dear country to save :
Oh ! sharme on thy children, Britannia! to think,
That cause of their fathers• so.iiteanly should sink

Drown their jacoliin ,and tlteir radical jeers,
lii the soul-stirring sound of loud British cheers-
vultures,, and harpies... will ivickly take flight,
'When the Lion of England. ", goes forth in his might."

Mack ! back to -our den, ye Inostiate crew !
'The viper of old no unfit type of you.
The quiet and peace that he could not enjoy,
The envious fiend! set about to. destroy.

The same evil spirit now roams through the land,
Aud hurls at our church the ." Fphesian brand ;"
nts distracted the councils and peace of .the realm.;
Arid soon, if not stopp'd, will the state overwhelm.

Not here, where a Canning was us'd to delight,
Should the champions of anarchy conquer in fight;
The ST.l.!4nAun or England is nad'd to the mast,
For our church and our throne we'll contend to the last.
Nov. 24, 1232. F. D,

TILE MORNING OF L,IFE.

In_ the morning of life, I was jovial and jolly ;
Like the lark, blithe and early, I carrol'd my song ;
'1 was careless and free, aye, free to a folly; .
DID niind, like my body, both vigorous and strong;
And now, when the evenings' shades are descending
Ny spirits are good, and my frame is unbending.
I've lost all my friends, who in life with me started,
Who bask'd in the sunshine, and toy'd in the shade;
Ere the winter of life, all have from 'Me departed :
Some fell in the spring, till the summer some staid,
Yet no caution I took, and none was less sparing,
In danger was foremost, and reckless and daring.

I look on the past with no feelings of sorrow,
But, grateful to Providence that I am spar'd;
To obey his commands, I am ready to-morrow.
If Such be Ms will, to depart am prepar'd;
never knew envy, nor felt discontented,
Or committed a fault, that I have not repented.
In a light, laughing eye, I still can take pleasure ;
Can play with the curls on the forehead that wave
Of innocent childhood; beat time to the measure

Qf their dear little fret, altho' close to the grave.
Our earliest fancies remain with us longest,
A. 4 the ties of our kindred arc ever the strongest.

Oh ! yet, dearest nature ! I feel all thy beauties,
. The fragrance of flowers, and the music of birds—
My time not so taken, with what are termed duties,
That my knowledge of thee but extended to words :
My homes by the mountain still, fring'd by the " wild wood,"-
Whose shadows steal over the haunts of my childhood.
When I look at that child, in its glee and its glory,
A feeling of pain will come over my mind,
At the thought that the innocent creature before me
May be lur'd from this spot to another, and find
That the rainbow of hope in the distance still beameth,
i till mocks in the prospect, when nearest it seemeth.

Ah why not contented to dwell in this valley 1
To ramble about In the sight of these hills ;
The cool mountain breeze your faint spirits to rally,
And your parch'd lip to slake, at their numerous rills,
While you rove with the bee, o'er the wild thyme and heather,
And return to your rest in the evening together.
From visions of splendour, and dreams of ambition,
How many have wak'd, the deceit to deplore,
That cheated their humble, yet happy condition,
And duthem a grave on a far distant shore ?
To see " Home," how the eye of the exile had glistened !
With what pleasure his ear, to some knisvin voice, had listen'd.
'For me the blue smoke through the foliage wreatheth :
The lark trills at matin, the thrush pipes at eve ;
The spider his gosamer tapestry weaveth ;
The redbreast regales on the crumbs that I leave ;
No anxious fears about losing my money,
The bee robs my flowers, but to give me the honey.

When the term of my mortal existence is over,
The turf I have press'd will be laid on my head ;
And the sky under which I have been a fond rover,
Will shed tears of sorrow and smile on my bed :
MI spirit about this dear region still hover,
'With the fondness, and more than the faith, of a lover.
November, 1832. F. D.