The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1843-08-01 00:00:00

SELECTION S.

GAMBLING.—i look upon every man as a suicide from
the moment he takes the dice box desperately in his hand ;
and all that follows in his career from that fatal time is
only sharpening the dagger before he strikes it into his
heart.—Cumberland.

TRUE BREEDING.—Lord Chatham, who was almost
as remarkable for his manners as for his eloquence anti
public spirit, has defined good breeding—" Benevolence
in trifles, or the preference of others to ourselves in the
little daily occurrences of life."—S'harp's Letters and
Essays.
EDUCATION THE BEST POOR believe that a
good education would be found the cheapest and best
system of poor laws; for in Ireland we all know that pre-
vention is better that cure; that it is far better to prevent
the mind from being contaminated, than to restore it from
its pollution; and that it is infinitely better to prevent the
humbler classes from falling into want and destitution
through vice and improvidence, than to afford them succour
in the midst of their destitution.—Rev. D. Montgomery.
CROMWELL'S BONES.—Mr. Carlyle in his " Past and
Present" says :—Oliver Cromwell quitted his farming, and
undertook a Hercules' labour and lifelong wrestle. His
wages, as I understand, were burial under the gallows-tree
near Tyburn Turnpike, with his head on the gable of
Westminster Hall, and two centuries now of mixed cur-
sing and ridicule from all manner of men. His dust lies
under the Edgeware road, near Tyburn turnpike, at this
hour. We believe there is no Tyburn turnpike now, but
the bones of Oliver rest beneath the mile-post on the
Park-side of the way, which serves as the Lord Protector's
tombstone.

BURNS, THE SCOTTISH POET.—The genius of Burns
resembled the pearl of Cleopatra, both in its worth and
in its fortune; the one was moulded by nature in secret,
beneath the depths of the ocean ; the other was produced
and perfected by the same hand, in equal obscurity, on
the banks of the Ayr. The former was suddenly brought
to light, and shone for a season on the forehead of im-
perial beauty ; the latter, not less unexpectedly, emerged
from the shade, and dazzled and delighted an admiring
nation, in the keeping of a Scottish peasant. The fate of
both was the same ; each was wantonly dissolved in the
cup of pleasure, and quaffed by its possessor at one
temperate draught.—James Montgomery.
CHEERFULNESS IN WANT.—There IS much variety
even in creatures of the same kinds. See there are two
snails ; one hath a house, the other wants it : yet both are
snails, and it it is a question whether case is the better;
that which bath a house hath more shelter, but that which
wants it hath more freedom ; the privilege of that cover
is but a burden ; you see, if it has but a stone to climb
over, with what stress it draws up that beneficial load;
and if the passage proves straight, finds no entrance ;
whereas the empty snail makes no difference of way.
Surely it is always an ease, and sometimes a happiness, to
have nothing : no man is so worthy of envy as he that
can be cheerful in want.—Bishop Hall.
An INFALLIBLE REMEDY.—Of the simplicity and su-
perstition of his honest piper, John Bruce, Sir Walter
Scott relates the following instance, in a letter to the
Duke of Buccleugh :—" The most extraordinary receipe
(for his severe illness, in 1819) was that of my Highland
piper, who spent a whole Sunday in selecting twelve
stones from twelve South-running streams, with the pur-
pose that I should sleep upon them and be whole. I
caused him to be told, that the receipe was infallible, but
that it was absolutely necessary to success, that the stones
should be wrapped up in the petticoat of a widow who had
never wished to marry again ; upon which the piper re-
nounced all hope of completing the charm."
LIBERALITY.--" I know this, if a feller talks very
liberal in politics, put him into office, and see
what
_a
tyrant he'll make. If he talks very liberal in religion, it's
because he hante got none at all. If he talks very liberal
to the poor, talk is all the poor will ever get out of him.
If he talks very liberal about corn-law, it ante to feed the
hungry but to lower wages; and so on in everything
a'most. None is so liberal as those as hante got nothin'.
The most liberal feller I know on is Old Scratch' him-
self. If ever the liberals come in they should make him
prime minister. He is very liberal in religion and would
jine them in excludin' the Bible from common schools I
know. He is very liberal about the criminal code, for he
can't bear to see criminals punished. He is very liberal
in politics, for he don't approbate restraint, and likes to
let every critter 'go to the devil' his own way. Oh, he
should be head spy and prime minister that filler.”—Sam
Slick in England.

A DOLLAR A DAY AND FOUND.—We can't keep our
hands off a story told by Col. Greene, in a late number
of the Boston Post. It is told of a gentleman residing in
the vicinity of that city, who needed some assistance in
cultivating his garden. Seeing a good-looking Irishman
passing his gate, he accosted him with the inquiry if he
" would like a job " ? " Shure, sir, and it's that same
I'm looking afther," said Paddy in a rich brogue, which
won upon the heart of him by whom he was addressed,
and who immediately replied, " I shall want you four days
—what wages do you ask for?" " Why, sir," returned
the son of Erin, " as I live a good bit away from this,
and my going home for males will bother me day's work,
while an exam-a mouth at yer honour's kitchen table is
nothin' at all, I'll just come for a dollar a-day, and you
shall find me 1" Thip was agreed to ; and as Pat had
his rent to pay the next day, and wanted something for
the childers, the gentleman paid him four dollars on the
spot, and the work was to commence the next day. The
next day, however, and the next, and then the whole four
day s passed by, and Pat was never seen at the garden or
the gate! It might have been a month after the occur-
rence above related took place, when, the parties meeting
by accident in the street, Pat was accosted by his former
ernpinyPr, in an angry tnna cit. I
sin‘i why
the devil did you not come to work for me, according to
your agreement?'' " Shure, sir," said the Irishman,
(with a respectful twitch at the rim of his wellworn tile,)
" it's meself that was ready to do my part of the bargain;
but yer honour 's at fault this time, any how." " And
pray how? " asked the other. " 's yourself 'ill not
deny yer honour agreed to give me a dollar a day and
find me " And didn't I give you a dollar a-day, and
pay you beforehand, too ?" " Thrue for you; yer ho-
nour did that same—ye did give me the dollar a day—but
ye didn't find me!" " Find you, you scoundrel ! I
ransacked every street in town ; but where the devil were
you ? " " Shoot ng at Muddy Pond Woods, per ho
nour ! " The gentleman gave Pat a dollar, and told him
to call at the garden when be wanted to work—but to be
sure to find himself :—New Orleans Picayune.
DOMESTIC EDUCATION.--" 'Now close your book,
Bob,' said the mother, soon after I was seated ; ' and,
Alec, give me yours. Put your bands down, turn from
the fire, and look at me, dears. What is the capital of
Russia ?'—' The Birman Empire,' said Alec, with unhesi-
tating confidence.—' The Baltic sea,' cried Bob, emulous
and ardent.—' Wait, not so fast; let me see, my dears,
which of you is right.' Mrs. Thompson appealed imme-
diately to her book, after a long and private communica-
tion with which, she emphatically pronounced both wrong.
—` Give us a chance, mother,' said Bob in a wheedling
tone (Bob knew his mother's weaknesses). 'Them's such
hard words. I don't know how it is, but I never can re-
member 'em. Just tell us the first syllable ; oh, do now,
please I'—' Oh, I know now!' cried Alec. It's some-
thing with aG in it. Think of the apostles, dears. What
are the names of the apostles ?'—'Why„ there's Moses.'
began Bob, counting on his fingers, and there's Sammy-
well, and there's Aaron, and Noah's ark.'—' Stop, my
dears,' said Mrs. Thompson, who was very busy with her
manual, and contriving a method of rendering a solution
of her question easy. Just begin again. I said—who
was Peter—no, not that—who was an apostle?'—' Oh, I
know now!' cried Alec again (Alec was the sharp boy of
the family). It's Peter. Peter's the capital of Russia.'
' No, not quite, my dear. You are very warm—very
warm, indeed, but not quite hot. Try again.' Paul,
half murmured Robert, with a reckless hope of proving
right.—No, Peter's right; but there's something else.
What has your father been taking down the beds for ?'
There was a solemn silence, and the three industrious sis-
ters blushed the faintest blush that could be raised upon
a maiden's cheek. 'To rub that stuff upon the walls,'
said the ready Alec. Yes, but what was it to kill?' con-
tinued the instructress. The fleas,' said Bob. ' Worse
than that, my dear.' Oh, I know now,' shrieked Alec
for the third time. Peterthurii's the capital of Russia.'
Mrs. Thompson looked at me with pardonable vanity and
triumph, and I bestowed upon the successful students a
few comfits which I had purchased on my road for my
comfit-loving friends."—Blackwood.
LAST HOURS OF LORD SYDENHAM..-111 the night be-
tween Friday and Saturday, the 18th, a change took place,
which, for the first time, thoroughly aroused his family to
his imminent danger, and showed that his sufferings were
fast approaching to a fatal termination : all his symptoms
were in those few short hours fearfully aggravated,—the
spasms by which for several days he bad been tortured
became more frequent and intense, and his strength was
evidently fast failing. Those who had hoped most were
now forced to allow that hope was no longer reasonable ;
and the only question vas, how many hours he might still
linger in agony. He became very soon aware of his own
state ; yet, even in those trying moments, when all worldly
prospects were fast fading from his sight—when the re-
ward of success and the discredit of failure were becoming
alike indifferent,—his sense of duty still kept alive his in-
terest in public matters. With a calmness and tranquility
most astonishing to those who witnessed it, he continued,
between the paroxysms of pain, to devote his attention to
such public matters as required immediate decision. His
faculties remained unimpaired ; and early in the day he
executed his will, in which, among other legacies, was one
"in token of his friendship and esteem" to Lord John
Russell. When this part of his will was subsequently read
over to him, he repeated twice, in a firm and emphatic
tone, " He was the noblest man it was ever my good for-
tune to know." Among the many testimonies which,
during his public life, Lord John Russell may have re-
ceived, none can have borne more deeply the stamp of
sincere attachment and admiration than these few words
from the dying lips of his friend and fellow-statesman. In
the afternoon Lord Sydenham invited all the members of
his family to unite with him in receiving the holy sacra-
ment. After the administration of that sacred ordinance
he took leave of them individually, addressing to each
some words of kind remembrance, accompanied by some
token of his regard. He then desired to be left alone with
his chaplain ; and during the night he continued constant
and fervent in prayer, and in preparation for the awful
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Burke once remarked to Garrick that all bitter things
wero hot. " Aye," said Garrick, "what do you think of
bitter cold weather ?"