The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1843-01-31 00:00:00

Ere reason exercised its sway,
And youth was merry, brisk, and gay ;
And oh ! while now the mind does faintly cast
One retrospective glance o'er all that's past,
Does not the view, from age to youth, amaze,
As mem'ry gives new birth to by-gone days ?
Where have fancy's early visions flown,
Andchildhood's friends, oh! whither are they gone?
They're pass'd from time. they know its cares no more,
Their glass is run, their transient race is o'er ;
And oh ! whilst Time does bear us onward in his flight,
And still Futurity is veil' d in shades of night,
Ev ry moment of its race, when swiftly past us flying,
Old 'lime's career is short'ning—each moment he is dying;
But oh ;e is cbang'd, he looks beyond the tomb
And th asITY, and Youth and Beauty bloom

! with man the ca.
Lere beholds ETE

grow the following melancholy ditty from our con-
lory the Cheltenham Looker• On. The production is
le old ballad style, and some portions of the rhythm

AN AQUEOUS DITTY

)WING HOW WARM LOVE

MAY BE CURED BY

COLD WATER

• Malvern Well came Ma
To nurse her Peter Head

For he was lying sick and sore,
All in his watery bed.
" Oh! Peter, dear—oh ! Peter, dear
How could they serve you so ?
To wrap you in a cold damp sheet,
All chill'd from top to toe?"

Oh ! do not fear for me, he said

For, like the ocean's tide,
Full five-and-thirty tumblers now,

Are washing my inside.

Then cease to-weep, dear Mary Bell,

Nor shed another tear,

And cease to whine; I'm not allow'd
To touch it while I'm here."

Then from his head the cap she took,
Which they'd put up the spout,
And with her pretty little hand,

She wrung the water out ;
And gazing on his pallid brow,
She by his couch did stand ;
And when she'd wrung the cap quite dry,
She wrung—her lily hand.

" Had any other watery death
Than this befallen you ;
Oh! had you fought with Wellington,
And died at Waterloo,
You'd moulder then in honour's grave ;
But now, Oh! Peter Head,
You lie on this damp couch, I know,
Quite mouldy ere you're dead."

" Oh ! do not say that Doctor's stuff
Could cure my woesome ills ?
Or think that ever health is found
In potions or in pills;
No noisome draught could bring relief,
No drug my fever quell ;
Health, rosy maid, like Truth, is found
In the bottom of the well."

" Oh ! Peter, dear, fine water'd silks
I've often seen, 'tis true;
Of watery setting suns I've heard,
And water suchet too :
If with a Watery Lover I
Must make myself content,
I'll to the Coldstreams go, and choose
One from that Regiment."

" Dear Mary Bell, no words can tell
How sorely I'm amazed—
And can you a wet blanket throw
Upon the hopes you've raised
For, were I pump'd upon all day,
And drench'd with water too,
It never would put out the flame
That burns so bright for you."

" If you get well, oh ! Peter Head,
Go seek a maid more bold ;
I fear you'd be so very damp,
You'd always give me cold.
A widow, too, I soon should be ;
For one who does such deeds,
As almost drinking rivers dry,
Would leave we in the weeds.

Then down he hung his dripping head ;
He clos'd his watery eye,
And wrapping close his cold damp sheet
He turn'd him round to die :
" Farewell, he said,—when Peter Head
Is gone, you'll know his merits,—
And so he left this watery world,
For another world of Spirits."

THE FINE ARTS,

NEW ENGRAVINGS

the First after parting with his Children. Painter
hn Bridges, Esq. Engraved by Samuel Benin; cor
rected by Mary Parkes. Published by Mary Parkes, Gol
den-square, London :G. Linnecar, Liverpool

Charles
by Jo

Some time ago we had the pleasure of noticing the spi-
rited etching of this work, from an original painting by Mr.
Bridges, in the possession of Mr. Stockdale, of this town.
The promise of excellence that that etching gave, has been
fully kept. There has not been in this instance, as in many

other worldly matters,

" A promise to the ear broken to the hope ;"
but one of the most exquisite of modern mezzotints has com
from the plate, to delight and excite the admiration o
escrip
f thus
who hail every acquisition to their portfolios of t d

tion with pleasure.
We may as well briefly describe this fine work, as it not
only deserves our warmest commendation as a specimen of
art, but from its claims as a record of an historical eveannalnt,
which proved the forerunner of great changes in the s
of this country. It will be remembered that the King, the
day previous to his execution, took leave of his children
(the Duke of Gloucester and Princess Elizabeth) in presence
of the Bishop of London. His parting injunctions* are
conveyed almost literally in the following poem,
in which we
find the prospectus of the work :
CHARLES THE FIRST AFTER PARTING WITH HIS

CHILDREN.

BY JAMES STONEHOUSP

The royal sire hath said " Farewell !
The bitter pang is past ;
One struggle only now remains,
And that will be the last !
No earthly crown he heedeth now ;
He hopes for one more pare,
Which unto all eternity
In radiance shall endure.

His peace is made with all the world—
With those who've done him wrong;
And be-bath parted too from all,
Who've lov'd him well and long;
Although the hammer's clink without
Falls fast upon the ear,
No sigh escapes his patient lips,
His heart hath not a fear.

Beside him he hath placed his girl,
His boy upon his knee,
To charge them with his last requests
To those beyond the sea.
" Oh! tell tby mother, sweetheart,' this—
With mem'ries of the past,
That true in love I've been to her,
And will be to the last.

" I die a glorious death indeed ;
For me ye should not grieve :
In that true faith be steadfast still,
In which we all believe.
And tell thy brothers, boy, to be
Obedient, good, and just ;
Let them forgive mine enemies,
But in them put no trust.

" Here, sweetheart, take these seals of gold,
With diamonds studded o'er;
They'll serve to bring me to thy mind,
When I shall be no more.
'Tis hard to die in vig'rous life,
With senses unimpaired ;
But, thanks to God, I fear not death—
I feel I am prepared.

" Dear children, let my words all be
Upon your minds impressed ;
And let one common bond of love
Exist within each breast. •
Go now ! and may the mighty Lord
Of all created things
Bid angels bright watch o'er your paths,
And shield ye with their wings."

The scene of the picture takes place in one of the chain-
iers of Whitehall. The King is seated to the left of the
spectator; his right hand rests upon the arm of the chair—
his left upon his knee ; the right leg crosses the other in a

forward direction; a mantle of velvet being thrown in mas-
sive folds over it, only permitting the foot to be seen. On
the table, covered by a richly-embroidered cloth, appears an
open book. On the King's left shoulder is
h the
ich star
are ofsus -
the
Order of the Garter, the riband and jewel of w
pended round his neck. The face of the monarch is
it nobly
are stamped upon .
ass all the grace of majesty about it. Indeed, the figure is
' every inch a king." The hair, as was the custom of the
-acefully over the shoulders ; and his Ma-
jesty wears a pointed beard and moustachios. In the back-
ground., Bishop Juxon, Charles's steady friend, is receiving
the Princess Elizabeth, whose kerchief to her face exhibits

given : patience and resignatior

time, is flowing g

• See Murray's

on of the Trial of Charles 1,, P• 99