O lodger in the sea-kings' halls, couldst thou but understand
Whose be the white bones by thy side, or who that dripping band,
Slow swaying in the heaving wave, that round about thee bend,
With sounds like breakers in a dream blessing their ancient friend-
Oh, couldst thou know what heroes glide with larger steps round thee,
Thine iron side would swell with pride; thou'dst leap within the sea!

Give honour to their memories who left the pleasant strand,
To shed their blood so freely for the love of Father-land-
Who left their chance of quiet age and grassy churchyard grave,
So freely, for a restless bed amid the tossing wave-
Oh, though our Anchor may not be all I have fondly sung,
Honour him for their memory, whose bones he goes among!

TICKLER.

That will do. Three cheers-my old boy-for the Wooden Walls!

(Hurra! hurra! hurra!)

NORTH.

Had I kept to the navy, Tim, 'tis needless to say who had won Tra

falgar.

TICKLER.

Kept to the navy! So you were once a Middy?

NORTH.

I served before the mast-a volunteer.

TICKLER.

Pressed at Portsmouth, while sowing your wild oats. Poor Poll!-But

is the "Forging of the Anchor" your own-Kit?

NORTH.

I wish it were. But the world will yet hear of the writer. Belfast gave him birth-I believe-and he bears the same name with a true poet of our own Scotland-Fergusson. Maga will be proud of introducing him to the world. There are not such a noble race of men in the wide world as our sailors and soldiers-and I rejoice to see that they have their own organ now to record and to emblazon the deeds of the brave-to defend their rights and privileges-and vindicate, against all shabby civilians, the character of their order-The United Service Journal.

TICKLER.

A spirit-stirring work, full of useful instruction in these troubled timesNorth.

NORTH.

Contributed-edited-read by men-and gentlemen-and I will addChristians. For, war there must be in this world, for some centuries to come; and therefore let us fight with as much humanity as is consistent with the end in view, the overthrow or destruction of all our enemies.

TICKLER.

What is the meaning of all this savage slang in the radical newspapers against some article or other in the last number of that admirable Journal?

NORTH.

Some say there's a secret under it; it seems to my simple and unsuspecting mind, the pure spite of baffled sedition and rebellion. Some excellent soldier, whose countenance would get as red as his coat at the thought of shame befalling a brother in arms, when called upon to preserve property or life from the wicked madness of an infuriated rabble, has therein explained the plan that the military ought to pursue with mobs whose immediate object is fir is fire, robbery, rape, and murder, and their ultimate object the same as that of the demagogues who drive them to such desperate crimes-the destruction, namely, of all social order, and the overthrow of the state.

Proper-and patriotic.

TICKLER.

NORTH.

Most considerate and humane. But then-death to the hopes of traitors. Hence gnashing of teeth among the cowards of the press-gang, and vomitings of fetid bile upon the brave, who would fain save, by forewarning, the "swinish multitude.".

TICKLER.

Burke got abused for that epithet

NORTH.

As he did for many others as eternally truthful; and therefore I say "swinish." Let the ruffian stand forth from the rabble, who dares to insult us for that word "swinish," step into the ring, and strip, and in one round, Old North will give him his quietus. I appeal to Two Hundred Numbers, nearly, of this Magazine, in proof of our love for the people. Their virtues we have eulogized-as have all our Contributors; their sufferings we-the Tories-have sympathized with-and done our best(what pauper patriot, bankrupt alike in fortune and in honour, dare deny it?)-by pen and purse to relieve; are we, therefore, to abstain from the use of the most appropriate word in the English language, when we see, with our very bodily eyes, a whole legion of devils entering into a raging rabble, and transforming them, with a sudden change beyond the power of all the sorcerers of sedition, into a herd of swine, that, instead of rushing into the sea and grunting out bells and bubbles till their carcasses float filthily together like one multifarious carcass in a drowned death, have gathered themselves, under that demoniac possession, from the lanes and alleys, where they had their styes, of a great city, into the streets and squares, and obedient to their now brutal nature, making use of the human faculties still left them, to set the city on fire, scampering up and down the lines of burning houses, while the cry of the Radicals is sent up with the sparks that kindle the night-sky, "Reform! reform! tyrants! Behold and tremble at the MAJESTY OF THE PEOPLE!"

Good-strong-true.

TICKLER.

NORTH.

Would I hang the rioters? Not if I could help it. But if such incendiaries be pardoned-there is no law any longer in this land.

TICKLER.

Unless their lives be spared, that punishment may fall on the-Instigators.

NORTH.

Who are they? The MINISTRY AND THE PRESS. Not every member, perhaps, of the revolutionary Ministry-not every member, certainly, of the revolutionary Press; but those who preached to the populace such sermons that the sole practical conclusion ignorant congregations could draw from them was-" Let us break their bonds and cut their cords asunderlet us terrify our tyrants and fire set us free."

TICKLER.

The Morning Herald itself, a reforming paper, but conducted in an honourable and a humane spirit, has admitted almost all that you have now said-has proclaimed it; and the charge is proved against the guilty in high and in low places, unless indeed words be but empty air, and sinless therefore, the mere syllablings of sedition.

Poor Brereton!

TICKLER.

NORTH!

Peace to his ashes. He saw not the "coming events," even when they "flung," not only their "shadows before," but their own grimness black on his very face; and if he had not his secret instructions from the Government, which I do not believe, he had his open instructions from the press it patronizes, and obeying them, but with no congenial spirit, he delivered himself up to shame, sorrow, and death.

TICKLER.

The unfortunate man believed that it was his duty to behave as he did to the mob. The belief shewed weakness of understanding, and caused conduct, in which the honour of the soldier was sacrificed to a vain desire and hope of conciliating the base and brutal mob, by treating them as friends and brothers embarked in the same cause. "I, too, am a Reformer!" Alas! alas! And so saying, as a smith indignantly testified, he shook hands with the "lowest of the low"-and that, too, after he had declared his fears that they would murder the dragoons! For his own life, Colonel Brereton had no fears. Doubtless, he was personally brave. But

And yet there are public writers who have proposed paying marks of honour to his memory, as a soldier on service-that the conduct, which his sensibility to shame drove him to expiate so lamentably, might be held up to the admiration and imitation of the British army!

Incredible baseness!—if any baseness were incredible in the sulky, sullen,

and savage soul of a revolutionist. PS

Yet had Colonel Brereton acted with ordinary energy, my Lord Althorp might would have spoken with disgust and indignation - little accustomed though he be to speak loud and indignastol "Bristol mas

sacre."

Ay ! Ministers, who are not only the courteous correspondents, but the humble, obliged, and grateful servants of Political Unions, by themselves denounced as illegal, and which passed seditious resolutions in their very teeth, are the likeliest men in the world to have desired to break a military officer for dispersing by the edge of the sword one of their own mobs. You remember the 7th Epod. of Horace ?

blods&HORATIAN VERSION [EPODON VII.]

ON MEETING THE BIRMINGHAM Mob, dec. 1831.

Whither away, ye dirty devils?
Why have ye drawn your fire-shovels,
Shoulder'd your pokers, and left your hovels ?
Not enough yet of your Bristol revels?

1

Not, I'll warrant, Iasis renowsherage od 297iftout casin i
Going to save us from Whiggery's malice odt are all
Handsomely handcuffing, down from the palace,

Old Touch-me-not, to a goodly gallows.

Snooks, I say, is it cold or hunger? i beisbong ami-bure
What ails Snivel and Snake, I wonder- moly wat al basi

All run mad after rape and plunder,dalize som se

Bit by a Revolution-Monger?

Scabs of the Legion-leper! are ye?

2

Why do I ask, when your faces carry aulas autori

Lechery, treachery, gluttony-Marry, modi zhuo tot

God send you ou a merciful adversary!

veiled tou ob I did

So stands England's penal charter; Chiyodo as painotte

Even so, in every quarter,

Shall a red atonement smart her

For the sacred blood of a Royal Royal Martyr!

NORTH.

PANTHO

1

Ay! that's right-let's be ch cheery-I challenge you to a contest of alternate song. I give the subject.

A NEW SONG, TO BE SUNG BY ALL LOYAL AND TRUE SUBJECTS.

NORTH.

Ye good honest Englishmen, loyal and true,
That, born in Old England, look not for a New,
And your fathers' old principles love to pursue,
Join, join in our chorus, while yet we may sing,
Spite of treason and blasphemy-"God save the King !"

TICKLER.

Priests, Prelates, and Churchmen, who honour the creed
For which martyrs have bled, for which martyrs may bleed,
When Atheists and Papists your flocks shall mislead;
Join, join in our chorus, and loyally sing,

From fiendish conspiracy-" God save the King !"

NORTH.

Ye that mean to stand firm by a Protestant throne,
Nor would see Church or King be deprived of their own;
Nor for bread to the poor would but give them a stone;
Join, join in our chorus, and resolute sing,

With the true voice of loyalty-" God save the King!"

TICKLER.

Ye that know well the plots of fool, knave, and profane,
That the very first act of the Devil's own reign
Would episcopize Cobbett, and canonize Paine;

Join, join in our chorus defiance to fling

At their blasphemous rage, and cry-" God save the King!"

NORTH.

Ye that know when Whig Radical Orators shine,
And bewilder the mobs whom they urge to combine,
What mischievous devils get into the swine;
Join, join in our chorus, and give them a ring,

To keep them from delving-so, "God save the King!"

TICKLER.

Ye that honour the laws that our forefathers made,

And would not see the laurels they twined for us fade,
Nor would yield up your wealth to the cant of "free trade ;"
Join, join in our chorus, and let the world ring

With our commerce and glory-and "God save the King!"

NORTH.

All ye that are foes to mean quibbles and quirks,

And twopenny statesmen, well known by their works,

That have used the poor Greeks ten times worse than the Turks;

Join, join in our chorus, and manfully sing,

With good English honesty-" God save the King!"

TICKLER.

Defend us from hypocrites, save us from quacks,
From saintly Macauleys, and some other Macs,
And from white sugar said to be made by free blacks;
Join, join in our chorus, and still let us cling

To our ships and our colonies" God save the King!"

NORTH.

From, of all the vile humbugs that ever was known,
That vilest and direst, Sierra Leone,
That makes savages howl, and poor Englishmen groan;

Join, join in our chorus, the downfall to sing
Of malice and slander-and "God save the King!"

TICKLER.

Ye nobles, stand forth, and defend us, ye great,
From political sophists, their jargon and prate,
Defend Church and King, and keep both in their state;
Join, join in our chorus, a blessing to bring

On the land of our fathers and "God save the King!"

NORTH.

Defend us once more from the Regicide Bill,

And the Bedlamite Whigs, that have caused so much ill, And would bind our bold King to their absolute will; Join, join in our chorus, and still let us cling

To the laws of Old England-and "God save the King!"

TICKLER.

From Lord Chancellors save us, who flop on their knees,
And pretend to give up, while they bargain for fees,
And sneer about Bishops, and envy their sees;
Join, join in our chorus, and loyally sing,
From scheming hypocrisy-" God save the King!"

NORTH.

That give friendly advice to the Lords they should shun,
That keep the King's conscience, and let him have none,
And strip him of all his tried friends one by one;
Join, join in our chorus, and faithfully sing,

From evil advisers all-" God save the King!"

TICKLER.

From a new House of Peers, that shall put the old down,
And recruit from the Tinkers of Brummagem town,
And set a mobility over the Crown;

Join, join in the chorus, and let the rogues swing,

And thus be exalted-so "God save the King!"

NORTH.

From national robbers, call'd "National Guards,"

That for pike and for gun quit their thimbles and yards,

To hunt down the gentry, proscribed in placards;

gentry,

Join, join in our chorus, and roar as we sing,

From Frenchified villainy-" God save the King!"

TICKLER.

From a Citizen King, and a new La Fayette,

With his sword in the scales to weigh down a just debt,

And beggar the world for the whims of Burdett;
Join, join in our chorus-all ready to spring

To the rescue from tyranny-" God save the King!"

NORTH.

From a dastardly Ministry, cringing and mean
To their sovereign mob, and reserving their spleen
To insult and to bully-a woman-a Queen!
Join, join in our chorus-true homage we bring
To the wi wife of our Monarch-and "God save the King!"

TICKLER.

Emancipate Ireland once more from the thirst
Of rapine and murder, with which she is cursed,
From Prime-Minister Shiel, and O'Connell the First;