The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1833-01-08 00:00:00

A CHRISTMAS CAROL

The frost-work on the casement shines,
The earth is white with snow ;
The ghost-like trees with ice-gems hung.
Bright in the moon beams glow ;
But care ye not for that, my friends,
Loud let your laughter chime ;
And Welcome, welcome, once again,
ThiS merry Christmas time ;
Vor‘trite hearts and fond, are all around,
So let us happy be,
And merrily spend the old year's end,
With hearts brim full of glee.

Around our bright and blazing fire,
Familiar faces smile;
The voice of song, and quips, and jests,
Go gaily round the while.
God help that heart that lwows not now,
Sweet home's doinestic ties,
Round which arc twin'd no household links,
Of Christmas sympathieS ;
Then fill up the bowl, and loudly troll
The season's festive rhyme;
And cheerily spend the old year's end,
This joyous Christmas time.

SONG,

BYON.

To be sung at the lifting of the CONSERVATIVE STANDARD.
(From Blackwood's Magazine.)

Come shake forth the Banner, let loyal breath fan her ;
She's blazed over Erin three ages and more !
Through danger we'll hold her, the fewer the bolder.
As constant and true as our fathers before.

See, see, where the rags of the Tricolor braVe us ;
Behold what a crew 'neath its tatters advance—
Fools, tyrants, and traitors, in league to enslave us,
A rabble well worthy the ensign of France !

But up with the banner, let loyal breath fan her,
She'll blaze o'er the heads of our gentlemen still—
to, Protestants, rally from mountain and valley,
Around the old flagstaff on Liberty's hill!

Through the Broad Stone of Honour, the flagstaff is founded
Deep, deep, in the sure Rock of Ages below ;
4t stood when rebellion's wild tempest resounded,
'Twill stand, by God's will, though again it should blew I

Then up with the Banner ! the ensign of honour !
Let loyal breath fan her ! up, up, and away—
To slave and to faitour, to tyrant and traitor,
Shake forth the old Flag of defiance—hurrah!

SONG,
To be sung at the lifting Cf the REVOLUTIONARY STANDARD.

(From Blackwood's Maya:ine,)

Bray, Asses, bray for the pride of the levellers ;
Stretch your long jaws to the Tricolor's praise—
Oh for a chief of Parisian levellers
'Along us the standard in earnest to raise
Oh for a hangman bold, •
Worthy our flag to bold,

Onward to lead us 'gainit order and law l
Loud would Clan Donkey then
Ring from its deepest den,
Glory and freedom for ever !—ee-aw !
Ec-aw !
Plunder and pillage for ever t—ee-aw !

Hang out your rags on the infidel? Upas tree,
Root and branch dripping with poison and blood—,
Blasphemy, treachery, treason, and sophistry,
These are its fruits, and they prove the true good
Rooted in sin and lust,
Deep in our hearts, it must
Flourish, while strength from a vice it can draw ;
Virtue shall all around

Pine o'er the poison'd ground,
While we sing Reason for ever !—ee-aw.

Ee-aw 1

Reason and rapine for ever i—ee-aw !

When last to the banquet we gather'd around her,
The Seine for three days with our feasting was dyed ;
Blest Paris we left more enslaved than we found her,
And Bristol in flames to our revel replied.—
Up with her here, my sons,
Silly and Wicked ones I
Britain's old Lion who values a straw ?
If the poor brute should roar,
Bray round your Tricolor,
Donkeys o'er Lions for ever l—ee-aw !

Be-a,Av !

Donkeys o'er Lions for ever !—ee-aw 1

A THOUGHT OF THE NILE.

It flows through old hush'd Egypt and its sands,
Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream ;
And times and things, as in that vision seem
Keeping along it their eternal stands ;
Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shepherd hands
That roam'd through the young earth ; the glory extreme
Of high Sesostris, and that southern beam,—
The laughing queen that caught the world's great hands.
Then comes a mightier silence, stern and strong.
As of a world left empty of its throng;
And the void weighs on us ; and then we wake,
And hear the fruitful stream lapsing along
'Twixt vilages, and think how we shall take
Oar own calm journey on for human sake.
LEIGH HUNT'S Poetical Works.

MAC CAILtENMORE.