Delaware inquirer. (Wilmington, Del.) 1859-18??, 1859-12-17

STANZAS
Suggested BY reading some Of Mtchslps Parisian
Letters.

Suggested BY reading some Of Mtchelps Pari
Letters.
Whilst Epic bards sublimely yaunt
Oftyrants, rapine, blood and crime,
A Poetaster deigns to chant
A simple, social bloodlcss rhyme.
Fond recollection Power Supreme
Tho at thy mandate aliens kneel-
A steady, patriotic flame,
The noble breast alone can feel.
Thro hope we look with streaming eyes
Across the blue Atlantic waves,
TO see the sun of Freedom rise
On absent friends, no longer slaves.
But will that hope be roalized2
Ye Eates, say not the hope is vain,
But rather say that means devised,
Await to break the calling chain.
Say, Mitchell, injured Erin's pride,
Can Fatherand in want repine,
Where heayen-born Minister'S preside,*
And monarch's reign by Fright divine
Where God-lke souls their hours employ,
Accomplishing al-wise designs,
That all may happiness enjoy,
Beneath their fig trees and their vines?
Great Europe, nursery to Kings,
OF sapient councillors possessed;
The country where celestial things
Are nurtured, how divinely blestl
Success pervades the Emerald Isle,
CONSPICUOUS as II solar BEAM
Awake, deluded Erin, smile,
Your wretchedness is all Il dream.f
If not, why Ulster, musing stand2
A free-born spirit wide display
Walk forth-your sacred rights demand,
Those ills increase by your delay.
Invoke that spirit, valour-steel'd,
That moved your sires in days of yore,
When Englhnds iillibusters reel'd,
And trembling, fled the Scottish shore.t
No longer bear the foreign brand,
With wretchcdness no longer cope,
Nor hug the Saxon letters, and
Pour maranathas on the Pope
Your sister Provinces must toast
Like sentiments, IN nate hrrhyeu,
To sink Hing William and his host
Deep in the dread Tartarean shade
" Dipide and govern" fools applaud
British curse on Erin poured,
And hence religion stalks abroad,
Armed with her rifle and her sword
All Erin old deluded land,
Freemen must scoff at your complaints,
Whilst round your shrines such yotaries stand
Soul-sacrifcing, would-be saints
Some look to Nap. their wrongs to right;
Vain hope! Can figs on thistles grow
BE one, and rally in your might
"Who would be free must strike the blow y
To call despot, why inclined =?
Is wisdom from your councils fled?
lie break your chain beware, you'll find
A chain more CALLING in its stead.
Hail Mitchell, Erins noblest son,
With steadfast soul-unbending will,
Altho through dangers doomed to run,
Like Mlton's Abdiel faithful still.
Tho hard to rouse your countrymen,
And make their wiseacres agree,
Your giant mind and deathless pen
May yet prevail, and setthem free.
Brandywinc Banks. ERlNuS.
*The modest Tory journals called Billy Pitt
! The Heapen-JorH Minister, The Pilot that
pedthered the Storm" " The Saviour Of his Coun-
'ry, &C., and when he scared aloft and dropped
his mantle on the succeeding glorious junto, it
may be reasonably presumed that they were
endured with double portion of his spirit
tAccording to the Anglo-Irish Castlehack
journals that reyolye upon golden pivots, and
,ternally betray their country. However, for
The present prosperity of Ireland witness the
laiy exploits of the ruthless, nhuman Crop-
bar Brigader'
MANY Ulster Presbyterians of the present
day esteem themselves of Scottish descent