The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1842-02-25 00:00:00

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THE STEAM-SHIP PRESIDENT

(From the Jamaica Standard.)

le unfathomed depth an'd ceaseless flow,

! old majestic Sea

Oh, thou
In wh
We tract
Lift
The stately P
And what black scene of horror was her
Thou keepest thy stern secret. All we kno
Is this : no wanderer of the deep bath passed,
Nor any harbour hailed her high and gleaming m

lblein of eternity

and tell us how
buried low, _

I dreamt. Methought, amid the howling waves,
A tall ship staggered, struggling heavily ;
The storm-fiends foamed up from their buried caves,
And blended the chafed ocean with the sky ;
Amid the din, the sea-bird's piercing cry
Mixed with the human shriek and wild farewell,
As the black burial waves rose strong and high;
And cave and cloud gave back the phrenzied yell
Of hundreds as they plunged deep down that watery hell!

Then my dream changed, and lo ! a flaming wreck
Swept wildly by, and reddeted the wide air :
Oh ! what bright terror lighted up the deck !
Forms writhing in the phrenzy of despair!
Wildly arose the madly-muttered prayer
Above the war of waves and crackling flame ;
And dark shapes dropp'd in the dense smoky glare,
That awful night, that crowds had loved to name.
And talent, beauty, rank, in their bright lists to claim

Next a strange vision fixed me, for I stood
In the sea's bed, close by a huge ship's side,
Wreathed thick with sponge; the grey and heavy flood
Its stately cabin's oriental pride
Had dimmed with sea-damps; shapes of fear did glide
With glaring eyes along, but noiseless all ;
And scarce distinguished, round lay scattered wide,
With shroud of ocean flowers and seaweed pall,
The pilgrims of the sea, abiding God's dread call.

Slumber ye not as sound, ye ocean-dead !
As if earth's green trees guarded your repose ?
Life is an ocean far more dark and dread :
It bath no haven from the wrath of foes ;
And the fierce deluge-waters of its woes
Rise rude and rough around on every hand,
Th' horizon frowning precipices close ;
And more than mortal skill it doth demand ,
To steer life's shattered ship along Fate's rock-bound strand

LITERARY

NOTICES,

Father John; or, Cromwell in Ireland. By S. E. A.,
Author of " Richard o' York," "The Luddite's Sister,"
&c. Whittaker, London ; Curry and Co., Dublin ; H.

Perris, Liverpool

The above work has just made its appearance, dedicated to
those far-famed defenders of our Protestant faith—the Rev.
H. M'Neile and the Rev. R. J. M`Gbee. We have perused
the book with considerable attention, and it gives us pleasure
cordially to recommend it to our readers. The writer, we
believe, is one of onr fair townswomen, well know❑ in the
walks of literature ; and, notwithstanding the many apolo-
gies modestly set forth in her preface, we must admit she has
executed her task with more than ordinary ability. The
religious, no less than the historical and political, reader will
find in this volume much to interest—much to edify him.
The fatal bondage of the devotees of that system which claims
for itself the stamp of infallibility is strikingly contrasted with
the glorious liberty of the Gospel. The character of Father
John is beautifully drawn, as also are those of Kathleen and
Allan, but that of Murdoch is, in our estimation, rather too
highly coloured. We cannot conceive any human being,
uniting in his person the sacred and endearing relationships
of brother and cousin, to two of the chief actors in the
scenes so ably depicted by the writer, capable of committing
the enormities laid to his charge. With this exception, to-
gether with a want of perspicuity of arrangement observable
here and there, we do not deem it too much to say that it is
our decided opinion, as well as our sincere hope, that the
writer will accomplish the object for which ber interesting
work was designed—that of exposing two of the great prac-
tical errors of Romanism, namely, the " confessional" and
the celibacy of her priesthood, and of exhibiting the only
sure foundation of a sinner's hope—the free grace of God to
all who trust in the all-sufficient sacrifice of the Lord Jesus
Christ.

REPEAL-THE CORN-EXCHANGE

(From the Dublin Evening 3fail.)

Since the Father of Repeal has Delahunted the question
itself, it can be no blame to us if we Burke the eaput mor-
tuum of its proceedings. At home the agitation is defunct;
and if in transatlantic regions it still shows symptoms of vi-
tality, it is only because the morbidity prevailing at head-
quarters has not yet bad time to reach the extremities. At
the meeting on Friday last in the Corn-Exchange—whilst
the exchequer was a blank as to Irish sympathy, the Ame-
rican sympathy poured in abundantly in the shape of £4O
from " The Young Men's Repeal Association" (making,
with preceding contributions, a sum of £110)—of £4O from
the Repeal Association of Utica ; and from Louisville the
munificent contingent of 250 dollars. _

The nature of the sympathy, and of the services of which
it is the bounty money and hire, may be clearly collected
from the speech of the head Repealer for Ulster :
" Some time ago (said the gentleman), amongst the Ame-
rican newspapers sent me, was one with the report of the
proceedings of a public meeting of the friends of Ireland, at
which Mr. Mooney attended, and made an admirable speech
in the pure spirit of an O'Connellite, deprecating physical
violence, and relying on the effect of moral, peaceful agita-
tion. An American gentleman who followed him k Counsellor
Smith) declared, that he had listened to his eloquent address
with great pleasure, and that he fully assented to every sen-
timent to which he gave utterance, ereept one. Counsellor
Smith declared that the point on which he differed from Mr.
Mooney was this—that Mr. Mooney declared his faith in
the power of moral suasion ; but he (Counsellor Smith) had
no faith in the case in moral suasion ; that, in his opinion,
justice was to be wrung forth from the blood-stained hand
of England only by' gunpowder suasion and American sua-
sion ;' and this was hailed by the assembly with peals of ap-

plause."
It is quite unnecessary to analyse the speeches of the Lord
Mayor of Dublin on the occasion; our readers have them by
heart. The only thing like`novelty is the admission that,
for the present at least, ministers were not doing Ireland
" any actual or intended harm ;" and the only thing having
the shadow of importance, the confession, that, till he can
have a roll of five millions of repealers, and a farthing a
week from each of them, he may just as well throw his bon-
net at the moon as attempt to disturb the legislative union.
Five millions of farthings'. Why the receipts of last week
show there are not three men in Ireland that care one far-
thing about it.