New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1855-08-10

humor. but rome-how the lines seem 70 hang loose
and droop as though they wanted wetting and
screwipg up 1t has " sad dog" sort OF look. he
bears bis head with a consciousness that there is
something in il. That quiet creature In black,
with the white face, large blue eyes, and besuti-
fuy.balsHced head, who only listens, is Marian
James, young authoress of great promise whom
Ihave made previous mention Of Turn for a mo-
ment from this sculptor who is waiting to ask the
opinion of the manysded professor on the sketches
which he is now showing to that portrait painter,
and TO learn which Of them shall be done in mar
bic for the nobleman whose attention the doctor
has found time TO direct TO The rising young artist
and you may catch something of yonder violent
discussion between those arrivals from Aus
tralia who have come from the land of
gold in search of what gold cannot buy.
You are still learning the last price OF
provisions at Melbourne, the state of things at Bal
lerst, the size of the latest nugget the prospects
of the new Australian College when carriage at
full pace stops suddenly, and in a minute DR..
Simpson enters-a short stout man, Degligently
dressed, with an enormous head, q strong leonne
face, around and sometimes over which the lions
name falls in careless abundance With a few
genial mods smiles, and shakes of the hand to the
nearest of the company, be begins to dispatch the
coffee and roll put ready for him, and you are i'm
pressed with the wOmsnly softness of the eyes,
the amiable play Of a mouth that looked just now
sternset and determined, but which is moving in
all manner of ready sympathy or good natured
drollery as one or another of the expectants has
for the moment possession of his attention. The
painter who has commission for portrait,
snatches this only available chance, and beginning
10 sketch under unfavorable circumstances, is
Obliged to draw largely on his imagination. His
subject almost shut out from him by eager guests,
is eating drinking, opening and reading the heap
of letters awaiting him, writing line response
10 some coronetted importantly or to some re-
quest Of friendship, while brother professor at
one ear propounds question OF University disci
pline ard soldier Just arrived from the seat of
war is giving him at the other the anecdote with
which before evening the Doctor will, in abrupt
euisode of consultation have amused hundred
patients. In ten minutes the indefatigable pro-
lessor is again professional Reckoning some pa
tient he disappears to the consulting rooms where
the patients of the day have long been assembled;
and such of the company as have been unable 10
get their minutes turn Of conversation tain to
wait for one of those sudden and hasty returns
among them by which, perhaps an hour asunder,
be relieves for five inmates the fatlgues OF con-
sultatiOn.
Meanwhile, news comes by telegraph that some
poor peasants wife, in some far village, is in tue
dangerous stage Of some medically interesting ca
lamity. There are none knOws-hOw-many wealthy
invalids waiting their turn, but kind heartedness
the Doctor is off across the Forth, and will not be
back till midnight.
It's now long time since that the author of the
following lines gave them to me as his protest
against the down On.the-belly and-lick-tLe dust
spirit of Turtledom, so prevalent in England;
A BIT OF ENGIAND's POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY SET
TO The TUNE OF "GUY FAwKEs"
BY GERALD
THERE was poor old Woman once, daughter Of
Before the Devis portrait s;ood in ignorant alteration;
"You're bowng down to Satan, Maam," said some
spectator civil;
"Ah Sir its best to be polite, for we may 90 to the
Devil"
With bow, bow, bow,
We may 60 to the Devil, so it's just as well to bow.
So England halls the Savior of Society and will tarry
His feet Dor sec her Christ is he wac sold him. curst
IscaIiot
BY Grace of God, or-slight of hand, he wears the
royal vesture
Andat t6v feet Dv1e Success we kneel with reverent
gesture,
And bow, bow, bow,
We may 90 to the Devil, so it's just as wei to bow.
All. Louis. had YOU come to US despised and rejected
You might have gone to-COyentry, unnohced and
But as You We done one Nation co. aud left another
undone,
We kiss you, Sire at Windsor-crown you more than
King at London,
And bow bow bow
We may 90 to the Devil, 80 it's just well to dow.
O. When the Sun is over rs we veuerate the sunlight;
But when Eclipse il il, venerae the duu light
No matter what lie uppem )st, upon all fours reve
And when Hell iriumphs over Heaven, we bow down
TO the Devil.
Bow, bow, bow,
We may 60 to the Devil, so it's just as well to bow.
Wee Louise Tor our IDOLS hands are red with blood
with blood bis eyes are sodcen
OF course, It's orly Russian blood which he has
splasbt and trod6en
He wears ih Imperial purple now, that plotting Prince
of evil;
He let's us share his glory if we bow down to the Devil;
And we bow, bow, bow.
We may 90 TO the Devil, it's just as well to bow.
Go back YOU foolish Peoples, stink into your weeping
places,
ouerch Freedoms torch in teais and put her light
out il your faces
We see 10 Danger hug US round, no Sword hang DER
Which TO this mocking Mirage teen the Sunset Of our
We Low, bow bow
We are going to the Devil, so It's just as well to bow
With band to hilt, and ear to earth, waits Revolution
breaihless,
10 catch the resurrection sound OF Liberty the
deaihless
But the heart of England leaps no more to tn old
heroic level;
The poor old Woman bends before her portrait OF the
Devil.
Bow bow, bow.
We are going to the Devil It's just well to bow.
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THE STATE LUNATIC ASYLUM
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