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thou, too, old Roger de Coverley Hear it, thou true old
English knight; for they that bought thine old clothes now
come for thine old spurs I" So said I—wondering that no one
seemed to wonder. The nineteenth century had not time to
stare. There was not even a London Punch to laugh at such a
Judy, and so Moses was belted and spurred, no man gainsaying ;
and knighthood, that was Sidney's once, is just the thing for
Sir Peter Laurie now.
And if a Jewish knight, why not a Jewish senator ? True,
there is something grand in the idea of a nation that never,
since the Wittenagemote, has seen a lawgiver unbaptised ; and
then there is still a red cross in the flag of England ; and there
has been a pleasing notion that the Christian faith was part and
parcel with the British constitution ; and even we in America,
averse to church and state, have long allowed ourselves to ad-
mire one exception to the rule, and to confess fhe majestic
figure made among the nations by a Christian empire, shining
forth in splendid contrast to surrounding kingdoms, some of
them infidel and some of them superstitious, but she alone the
witness to reasonable faith, and faithful reason. But who re-
gards it in this light ? Who among you stands up to warn his
country of the glory that is departing ? Who has said anything
in parliament at all adequate to the turning-point of a nation's
religion. I have looked for some one to speak as Burke would
have spoken, of " uncovering your nakedness, by throwing off
that Christian religion which has hitherto been your boast and
comfort." I have longed to see his promise made good,—" we
shall never be such fools as to call in an enemy to the substance
of any system, to remove its corruptions, to supply its defects,
or to perfect its construction." I read The Times, but as yet
I have looked in vain. A few honest remonstrances have indeed
been ventured and cries of oh, oh and vociferations of buck-
toothed laughter from the benches that support the honourable
members from Cottonbnrgh and Calicopolis. But who has
stood up as for altars and fires ? I hope, ere this reaches you,
the question will be creditably answered. I hope the Christia-
nity of England will not die without a struggle. I suspect it
will be of no use, but I look yet for some John of Gaunt in the
House of Lords. Imagine him, my Basil :

"This sdept-ered isle,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
Renowned for her deeds as far from home
(For Christian service and true chivalry)
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry
Of the world's ran,om, blessed Mary's son ;
This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
now—pawn'd out to Jews!" _ _

This is what ought to be said ; and I look for it, if not from
the Lords spiritual, then even from Lords temporal. But
surely it would well become the primate's mouth I Of course,
it would do little good ; but then the religion of England would
fall at least dramatically. It would make a picture quite as
good as the death of Chatham. Do you remember the lawn
sleeves in that nietnrp The hishans are "in at the death_"—

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The story of " The Cartons" progresses favourably
We have only room for the following beautiful lesson on

EARLY RISING.
I was always an early riser. Happy the man who is ! Every
morning day comes to him with a virgin's love, full of bloom,
and purity, and freshness. The youth of nature is contagious,
like the gladness of a happy child. I doubt if any man can be
called " old" so long as he is an early riser, and an early walker.
And ob, youth !—take my word for it,—youth in dressing gown
and slippers dawdling over breakfast at noon, is a very decre-

pid ghast►y
.image of that youth which sees the sun blush over
the mountains, and the dews sparkle upon blossoming hedge-
rows.

VARIETIES

The Puppet Show thinks it rather droll, that people
get their bones broken by railway collisions, over-
&C. &c., are not content without going to law

turnin

The papers hase a report that the King of Belgium has
offered his services as a mediator in the diplomatic fray
between Lord Palmerston and the Spanish Ministry :
something like Tom Thumb arbitrating between the

giants !
A Paris journal, which stated that a prisoner under sen-
tence of death hnd ttp,nnt.a

aammistered, he is DOW OUT OF DANGER, and will to-
morrow undergo the sentence of the law.,'
FEARGUS O'CONNOR AND THE PRESS.—In last week's
Northern Star, Mr. O'Connor addresses a few words to
" the Pressgang," commencing thus :—" Come on ye
cripples! come on ye prostitutes! you villains ! you mur-

derers ! you plunderers ! you beasts ! you haven't the
merit of prostitutes ; they, poor souls, obey their pas-
sions, their natural passions ; you obey your unnatural
lusts You poor drivelling sycophants, you hired
slaves, you set of profligates ! You brutes ! Savages_!

these ruffians !

This boy- will certainly be the

A. HUDSON

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