Whig Republican. [volume] (Lexington, Miss.) 1840-18??, 1840-12-17

cy on It's ruins. Infdel historians have blot
ted his character. He preached and prayed
with the Puritans of Huntingdonshi:e. Lit
erary aristocrats have lampooned him. He
came up from the mass-wrested the plate of
Cambridge University from the royalists, who
were about to melt it for the use of Charles;
imprisoned the heads of the colleges for DISC
beying the orders of Parliament; and, more
than all, was no poet, knew little of Virgil,
and wrote in numbering, entangled style.
Contemporaneous republicans call him ty
rant. And such republicans He ground
them to powder, because, under the name of
! Freedom, they plotted to restore monarchy.
and to bring back the gags and dungeons, and
faggots of the eccesiastic. There have lived
those who have even disputed the talents of
Cromwell. But, the fact stands out fore the
world, TINT an obscure individual, without til
tie, property, or influential friends, created
the means and trained the men, which, under
his Hardship, conquered in many field, and
against fearful odds, the hereditary chivalry of
England. When the issue afterwards came,
who should consolidate and govern the new
commonwealth, the scores of great minds
around the revolutionary counci-board of 1850,
found a master-spirit among them, whose al
titude they had never measured. The brew-
er became the Protector, and the farmer of
st. Ives gave law to Britain. Nor did he,
in the height of his power, despise the steps
by which he assembled Freedom of conscience
shone conspicuously on his escutcheon; and
while with one hand he shielded the Quaker
from persecution at home, with the other he
wrung respect and homage for the Common
wealth from every monarch in Europe.
/ The country between Huntingdon and Bos-
ton is intensely monotonous-a dead level of
60 miles, whose every inch bears the verdant
impress of assiduous cultivation. Such an un-
broken contiguity Of prim tllage pals upon
| the eye. A heath, a hill, a ledge of rocks, a
patch of shrub-oaks, or a clump of birch bush
es, would give it an Arcadian richness. Onei-
da swamps ain the middle of the Sahara gar
/ den would be hailed an oasis, and a flock Of
mdsquetoes from the Cayuga marshes, birds
OF Paradise. Our coach slid along the even
road the Wind glidcs over the ico-felds.
We lon yed for the hub-deep ruts of western
New York, or the corduroy bridges of Hi
nois, to break up the drowsy apathy. Though
old England's Boston is a considerable of a
place. has one or two pretty streets, a score
of curious wnd-mills, q church whose towers
hide its pinnacles in the clouds, yet no one who
had looked out on Massachusetts Bay of Ma
pies, from Tort Hill, or sketched the blue hills
of Norfolk, the forest-crowned swells of
.Middlesex, from the State House dome, or
seen Lynn-city of cordwainers and Quakers
stretching along the east coast like n mar
bic cliff, would exchange New Engands Bos-
ton for a thousand of it. No
Where'er ] roam, whatever realms see,
! Ny heart, untravelled, tondly turns to thee.
The approaching marriage ofthe Rus
sian Count Demidoff to the Princess Ma
tiId, daughter of Prince Jerome Bonaparte
has produced great stir in the Partisan
fancy warehouses; 1t would be too te-
dious to enumerate all that the Partisan
foaunisSea0,s have prepared for the Prin-
cess Ecorbeille; butone portion oft which
is particularly striking is the :livre de mar
Iriage, which is destined for the Princess
use. A concurrence of the principal ar
lists of Paris has enriched this precious
book witha multitude of paintings, as vari-
/, ed ip their composition as remarkable fol
the delicacy and elegance of their execu-
ton. The cover of this book is of white
velvet richly clustered with ornaments
exquisitely chisselled in silver. On one
side, the imperial arms are enameled; OF
the reverse, the Count Demidoff'S cipher
appears in raised work ofgold OH a GROUND
of blue enamel. A superb clasp with
tassels complete the exterior ornaments
The book is enclosed in magnificent
case of encrusted ivory, turned up will
granite-colored velvet.
We love to look out upon the stars
(which are the poetry of heaven and
: speculateup nthernature-w hetherthel
are worlds of brightness islands ofligh
pavement of heaven. IfworIsh
! whom Inhabited, and how @
the same turmoI~and - sern ned 4 j
strife and D. .yonble.tle same
- .oodshed- the same quit alle
: lfedness characterize them, that ma q,
and polIute the fair earth we inhabit; 7
! among their numbers may be found !n'
, fsame which sang together at the creatlol
we s1e bright particular star that hoy ,
over over. TIE birthplace of Bethsehem's babe
vili't become of those that, from tine Z
! lllle, are missed from the glittering ranks
2 Where has fled the Lost Pleiad, sosWeet
IlV SDno hv ono y.y u go 4 - emf