The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1842-11-29 00:00:00

* Ezekiel xxxiv.

t DINGLE, in the county of Kerry, in Ireland. is situate at
the extremity of a peninsula running out for about 40 miles
into the sea. In the year 1641, most of the neighbouring
protestant places of worship were by the papists razed to the
ground. So recently as seven years since there was. only one
superannuated clergyman to conduct the duty of 24 parishes,
comprising by admeasurement a distance of 40 miles. Since
then, Eight Hundred Romanists have renounced the errors of
Ronsanism for the truths of Protestantism, the truths of the
Bible, the truths of the Reformation. In this retired
locality popery has unmasked some of her deeds of darkness,
in a pamphlet entitled " The glories of the Virgin Mary !"
In which the word of God is declared to have been concocted
by Luther, and through the instrumentality of diabolical
agency ! It recounts a vision of a blood-red ladder of Christ,
and (in ju=ts position) one of snowy whiteness, appropriated
to the Virgin ; on the former are represented persons stopped
at the gate of heaven, and compelled (for admission) to de-
scend this and to ascend the other! We have recently beard
of " Jacob's famed ladder," but this goes a few steps farther
than even " Toledo's" itself, and shall we take " no steps"
to REMOVE IT. This is tr summary (the mummery) to
which protestant Englandd—you contribute £30,000 annually
—in supporting Maynooth. If we tamely look on and say
" leave her alone," this ladder, with a few additional rungs,
will soon mount from the Pope's mitre to the British crown.
Keen are (our) pangs, but keener far to feel,
(We) nurse the pinion which impels the steel."
Arouse tbee Britain (" Great" Britain,) cease thy dalliance
in this lap of Delilah, ere you be shorn of your strength.
" Awake, arise! or be (for ever) fallen!"

THE FIRST.

BY FRANCES BROWN.

The first, the first !—oh ! not like it
Our after years can bring.
For summer hath no flowers so sweet
As those of early spring.
The earliest storm that strips the tree
Still wildest seems and worst,
Whate'er hath been again may be.
But never as at first.

For many a bitter blast may blow
O'er life's uncertain wave,
And many a thorny thicket grow
Between us and the grave ;
But darker still the spot appears
Where thunder-clouds have burst
Upon our green unblighted years—
No grief is like the first.

Our first-born joy,—perchance 'twas vain,
Yet that brief lightning o'er,
The heart, indeed, may hope again,
But can rejoice no more.
Life bath no glory to bestow
Like it—unfallen, uncursed ;
There may be many an after glow,
But nothing like the first.
The rays of hope may light us on
Through manhood's toil and strife,
But never can they shine as shone
The morning stars of life;
Though bright as summer's rosy wreath.
Though long and fondly nursed,
Yet still they want the fearless faith
Of those that blest us first.

Its first love, deep in memory
The heart for ever bears ;
For that was early given and free—
Life's wheat without the tares,
It may be death bath buried deep,
It may be faith bath cursed :
But yet no later love can keep
The greenness of the first.

And thus, whate'er our onward way,
The lights or shadows east
Upon the dawning of our day
Are with us to the last.
But ah ! the morning breaks no more
On us as once it burst,
For future springs can ne'er restore
The freshness of the first.

In any adversity that happens to us in the world, we ought
to consider that misery and affliction are not less naturaltban
snow and hail, storm and tempest ; and that it were as tea.
sonable to hope for a year without winter, as for a life with-
out trouble.
CHINESE KITE-FLYING.—Of out-door games among the
Chinese, kite flying is the most popular. In this the celes-
tials excel ; they show their superiority as well in the curious
construction of their kites, as in the height to which they
make them mount. By means of round holes, supplied with
vibrating cords, their kites are made to produce a loud hum-
ming noise, like that of a top. The ninth day of the moon
is a holiday especially devoted to this national pastime, on
which day numbers may be seen repairing to the bills for the
purpose of kite-flying.
PHILOSOPHICAL INQUIRY. What becomes of all the
p ns ? says a paper involving some singular points of manu-
facturing economy. It appears from Professor Parrington
that 20,000,000 pins are daily manufactured in this country.
These get into general circulation, and, after a time, entirely
disappear; but thesremarkable fact is, that, like the swallows,
nobody knows where they go to. It is proved that, were it
possible to recall theselost al ticles, a quantity might be col-
lected sufficient to build the projected footbridge at Hunger-
ford-market, and the residue might be cast into one enormous
pin, which should be erected as a column in any part of Lon-
don best suited for its elevation ; and to be called Victoria's
Pin, in opposition to Cleopatra's Needle at Alexandria.
There would be a winding staircase in the interior, with a
saloon in its head ; and it might serve as a landmark, in
stormy weather, for the fourpenny steam-boats plying be-
tween Vauxhall and London-bridge.--pingeh.