The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1833-04-02 00:00:00

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Motherwell has imbibed the very soul of such strains as these
—nor is he here inferior—we say it advisedly—to Burns. Has
either the Shepherd or Allan Cuuninghame, in their happiest
veins, surpassed Motherwell in his " Jeanie Morrison?"

lIEID IS LIKE TO REND, WILLIE.
My heid is like to rend, Willie,
My heart is like to break :
I'm wearin' ail my feet, Willie,
I'm dyin' for your sake
Oh lay your cheek to mine, Willie,
Your hand on my briest-bane :
Oh say ye'll think on me, Willie,
When I am deid and Bane
Its vain to comfort me, Willie,
Sair grief mann ha'e its will :
But let me rest upon your briest,
To sab and greet my fill.
Let me sit on yOur knee, Willie,
Let me shed by your hair,
And look into the face, Willie,
I never sail see mair 1,

I'm sittin' on your knee, Willie,
Por the last time in my life :
A puir heart-broken thing, Willie,
A wither, yet nae wife.
Ay, press your hand upon my heart,
And press it mair and mair
Or it will burst the silken twine,
Sae strand is its despair !
Ohwae's me for the hour, Willie;

When we thegither met':
Oh wae's me for the time, Willie,
That our first tryst was set !
Oh wae's me for the loanin' green
Where we were wont to gae
And wae's me for the destinie
That gart me luve thee sae !

Oh ! dinna mind my words, Willie,
I downa seek to blame :
But oh 1 it's hard to live, Willie,
And dree a warld's shame !
Het tears are hailin' ower your cheek,
And hailin'. ower your chin;
Why weep. ye sae for worthlessness,
For sorrow and for siu ?

I'm weary o' this wand, Willie,
And sick wi' a' I see :
I canna live as I ha'e lived,
Or be as I should be. •
But fauld unto your heart, Willie, •
The heart that still is thine :
And kiss ante mair the white, white cheek,
Ye said was red langsyne.
A stoun' gaes through my heid, Willie,
A sair stoun' through my heart :
Oh! hand me up, and let me kiss
Thy brow ere we twa paint.
Anither, and anither yet!—
How fast my life-strings break !
Fareweel ! fareweel! through yon kirk-yaird
Step lichtly for my sake !
The lay'rock in the lift, Willie,
That lilts far over our heid,
Will sing the morn as merrilie
Abune the clay-cauld deid ;
And this green turf we're sittin' on,
Wi' dew-draps shimmerin' sheen,
Will hap the heart that luvit thee
As wand has seldom seen.
But oh! remember me, Willie,
On land where'er ye be :
And oh ! think on the leal, leal heart
That ne'er luvit ane but thee !
And oh ! think on the cauld, cauld mools
That file my yellow hair ;
That kiss the cheek, and kiss the chin
Ye never sail kiss mair!

We have much pleasure in calling attention to the 4th
number of the Dublin University Magazine," a periodi-
cal of great merit and truly conservative principles, and
which is fast rising to distinction in the realms of litera-
ture. We have only room for the following extract,—
" England in 1819 and Ireland in 1833."

Poor Partridge was never more astonished (after the fracas
with his tender spouse) at seeing his own blood rise up in judg-
ment against him, than the unfortunate clergy and police are
to find that THEY are the murderers, and that the death-howl
(which is set up with as much loudness, and just as much sin-
cerity as the keening at an Irish wake) has been raised over
some riotous and lawless ruffian, who was prevented from de-
spatching his victim. This is, you will say, very audacious
buffoonery. True ; but unfortunately it is very successful.
Such is the temper of the times, that this buffoonery which
might be deemed farcical, if it were not "too tragical" mirth,
is well received even in England. Indeed, the prediction of
the bard of Ireland (as he is called by the cligue) seemsAo be
fulfilled at the present day,
Thy masters themselves whilst they rivet thy chains,
Shall pause o'er the song of their captive, and weep.
Dingy coalheavers, sinewy blacksmiths, have their tender sym-
pathies excited by the swelling theme. Riotous operatives,
whose faculties have been enlarged by passing from the manu-
factory to the treadmill, and whose maxims of state policy have
been quaffed in at the alehouse, put their marks to petitions
which are poured into Parliament, and entrusted to some dis-
creet and learned senator, who will gravely assure the house
that " Tenterden steeple is the cause of Goodwin sands," and
that the slackness of trade in England is unquestionably pro-
duced by the exactions of the clergy upon the Irish peasantry.
Such is the condition of the clergy: such the adversaries to
whom they are exposed. • From the great Cerberus down to
" the little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart.," all
bark at them—every order of intellect, from an O'Connell down
to a Finn, from the colossal head down to the great toe* of the
party ; and, indeed, their state may be well compared to that
of the sick lion in the fable, who,
,though he suffered from the
trunk of, the elephant, yet was more hurt by the uplifted hoof of
the ass. Such, I repeat, is the state of the clergy : their ene-
mies have prevailed, and they may say to them—" This is your
hour, and the power of darkness."

What a striking similarity, when we compare the awful cir-
cumstances of England, in the year 1819, with the state of Ire-
land at resent—and would we could say of Ireland alone—if
the present system be long continued. Indeed, at all periods
of the history of the world, the precursory signs of revolution
and rebellion have been much the same, and this sameness of
symptoms is a most providential safeguard. It seems to he one
among the many indications of the way in which amoral Pro-
vidence controuls the ' affairs of the universe. The Supreme
Disposer of events does not interpose a miracle to stay " the
madness of the people ;" but, if the rulers should be perverse or
infatuated enough not "to ask a sign of the Lord," in the hour
of peril, •he forces one upon their view, if they will but have
" the eyes to see, or the ears to hear." He seems to call their
attention to the records of the human race, where they will find
that He has established it as a law—that similar effects spring
froth mania': causes; to the invariable connexion which has
ever subsisted between unchecked licentiousness and open re-
bellion—to 'the various instances in which (under his protec-
tion) promptness and energy have saved the land : and when
fear and despondency are paralyzing their counsels, He seems
to say to them, as to the Jewish leader, " Why criest thou unto
me; speak unto the children of Israel, that they, go forward."
Yes, it is the fact, that whilst that true wisdom,- which marks
the statesman, is ever rich and new, and varying in its resources
prospective,,remedial, all-embracing, consulting for the interests
of the whole community, and not for the present occasion merely,
but, for ages yet unborn; .a merciful Providence seems, on the
other hand, to have restricted the cunning of the agitator. He
cannot find out new channels for "abounding iniquity." He
must fall back upon the clumsy artifices of his predecessor in
guilt—the vulgar invective—" the scurril jest—the lie so oft
o'erthrown." Hence it is that we see so strong, so pervading,
a likeness between such portions of the history of mankind. it
is but the same filthy agents, working upon the same filthy ma-
terials ; but, perhaps, in no parader- that could be traced, are
the points of resemblance stronger than between the period I
have just alluded to and the present. If we wish to refresh our
recollections on the subject, (and it will be a refreshment in
more ways than one,) let us take up any one of three of the most
powerful displays of senatorial eloquence that ever thundered
within the walls of a British parliament, the speeches of lii•en-
vale, Canning, and Plunkett—bursts which seemed at once to
awaken the shunbering, moral might of England, and call upon
her to shake off the horrible nightmare by which she had been
so long convulsed.
What, do we find then upon a survey of that period? Itiner-
ant demagogues, paid too, not men loving mischief for mischief's
s
ake ; but influenced by more selfish and solid considerations ;
penny subscription orators, " Fortune hunters who would not
court even deformity itself until they found that she was well
portioned."—Fellows of this 'description, assembling large and
portioned."—Fellows
mobs, under the preposterous pretence of.petitioning;
but in fact for the purposes of intimidation and disorder.
Again, a licentious and infidel press ; and (in point of talent)
such a press !! ! Black Dwarfs, Medusas, &c. " Uorgons,
Hydras and Chimceras 'dire," it was no longer' the Boiing-
brokes ; the Voltaires • but the Cathie., and the Hones. It

• ist Citizen—l the great toe, sir How am I the great toe, sir 1
Me-mewls—For that being one o' the lowest,' basest, poorest of this
most wise rebellion, thou goest furemost.—Corielwius.