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OUR NATIVE SONG.

BY ELIZA COOK,

Our native song! our native song !

Oh! where is he who loves it not? The spell it holds is deep and strong,

Where’er we go, whate’er our lot. Let other music greet our ear,

With thrilling fire and dulcet tone; We speak to praise, we pause to hear,

But yet—oh ! yet—'tis not our olvn. Then, then, chant the-ballad wild,

The notes that we remember long The theme we sung with lisping tongue—

‘Tis this we love—our native song!

‘The one who bears the felon’s brand, With moody brow and darkened name,

Thrust meanly from his father land, To languish out a life of shame!

Oh! let him hear some simple strain— Some lay his mother taught her boy—

fle’ll feel the charm, and dream again Ofhome, of innocence, and joy!

The sigh will burst, the drops will'start, And all of virtue, buried long--

The best, the purest in his heart, Is wakened by his native song.

Self-exiled from our place of birth, To climes more fragrant, bright, and

gay, ‘The memory of our own fair earth May chance awhile to fade away: But should some minstrel echo fall, Of chords that breathe Old England’s fame, Our souls will burn, our spirits yearn, True to the land we love and claim. The high! the low! the weal or wo, Be sure there’s something coldly wrong About the heart that does not glow To hear its own, its native song. .

BOYHOOD AND MANHOGD.

Oh. for ‘he merry, merry month of June, When f£ was a little lad! When the small birds’ throats were ali in tune,- And the very fields were glad, And the flowers that alas! were to fade too Soon, In their holiday clothes were clad.

Oh, | remenber—remember well, The scat of the morning grass; Nor was there a sight, sweet sound, or awert smell, That can e’er from my memory pass: For the’ lie on my heart with the power of: spell, Liks the first love I felt for a. lass

Ay, nere is the river in which I swam, ‘Tle field where I used to play— Thefosse where [ built the bridge and the dam, énd the oak in whose shade I lay: Bu oh, how changed a thing I am! ind how unchanged are they!

Tne was—ab! that was the happy time! When I longed a man to be; Vhen a shaven chin was a thing sub- lime— And a fine thing to be free: nd methougat i had nought to do but climb To the height of felicity.

But. algs! my beard is waxen grey Since | mingled among men:

And I’m not muca wiser, nor half so gay, Nor so good as I was then :— And I'd give much more than I care to

say To be a boy again

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A Beavrtiror Rennaien: — Ati is Stated that during the first few days of the reign of Queen Victoria, then a girl between 19 and 20 years of age, some sentences of a court-martial were presented for her signature. One was death for desertion, a soldier was condemned to be shot, and his death-warrant was presented to the Queen for her signature. She read it, paused, and looked up to the officer who had laid it before her, and said, ‘Have you nothing to say in behalf of this man?” ‘Nothing; he has deeérted three times,’ said the officer, * Think again, tay lord’ was her reply. ‘And,’ said. the gallant veteran, as he related the ciroumstance to his friends (for it was none other than the Duke of Wellington,)‘ seeing Her Majes- ty soearnest about it, | said he is certain- ly a bad soldier, but there was somebody who spoke to his good character, and he may bea good man for aught I know to the contrary” ‘Gh, thank you a thousand times,’ exclaimed the youthful Queen, and, hastily writing pardon.in large let- ters on the fatal page, she sent it across the table with a@ hand trembling with eagerness and beautiful emotion.”

A Matcn ror tur Queen.—There is now residing at Hayle, and a native of the place, a man, named Joseph Harris, a journey:nan carpenter, who was married the same day as her Majesty Queen Vic- toria. His wife was delivered of a daugh- ter the day after the Princess Royal was born; of a son the day after the Prince of Wales was born; and as her Majesty was subsequently delivered of a prince or princess, his wife also presented him with a child of the same sex as the royal in- fant, and the day aftereach was born; and soshe has continued to do up to Thursday, the 2nd ult., when she was de- livered of a son; thus making seven chil- dren, and an equal number of sons and daughters as her Majesty has princes and princesses. Mrs. Harris only allowing her royal mistress to take the lead of her oy one day.

Criticism on Sermons.—Talking the other day with ason of Gael, who had newly come from “his mountains wild,” we inquired what sort of preacher was the minister of the parish in the North, whom we had known in our younger years, ‘Oh,’ said Donald with a shrug of theiskoul der, “he pleases some folk weel eneuch, and [I ken he thinks he does real wee! himsel ; but I ken he doesna please me. He has nae birr about him, sir; it comes awa frae him easily eneuch, and its maybe, too, of cude eneuch stuff; but yet it comes na in the way that maist o’us would like it. We dinna care muackle fora man that throws aff his matter as if t were silk rib- bons he were spinnin; we would like it better did it come aff like the rows frae an auld wife's bumming wheel! He doesna cie’s a screed like yer auld freend Mr. Latherdesk ! Ah, sir) he was the man to ding the stour frae the book-board!” “All trne” we said, ‘but yet we save heard that your present minister is a Supe- rior man to our old cronie, Mr.L. We are told he is:both a better scholar, a deeper cy ne, a more ornate preacher—in fact,

a person much superior in every respect but one—he does not roar so loudly.’ ‘Roar, sir! that’s a’ the difference in the world, sir. It may do weel eneuch wi you and ither college-bred folk to hear fine spun sermons, and listen to polished flichts of what ye ca’ classic eloquence! but this will not do wi’ a real Highlander, sir. Na,na,sir; we maun hae something mair than this, sir; we maun hae a man that can speak ont, sir—a man that can fecht in the poopit, sir-—a man that can

fiyte, sir—a man that canshake his nieve

at ye, sir—a man, sir that can ca’ ye names, sir—in fact, sir,a man that can fricht ye !

O’CoNNELL AND THE ReEpokrers.— Anxious as he was to be reported in England, there were occasions when O’- Connell preferred that what he said should not be printed in this country. Of this an amusing anecdote has been given.

O’Connel! was on a visit to Treland, and indulging in long speeches of a most “ combustible character,” when the go- vernment thought fitto send over some short-hand writers to take down the har-

angues. “The first appearance of the Government reporters was ata mecting at Kanturk, The gentlemen were English- men,” says the story, “ and belonging to Mr. Gurney’s reporting staff. They came on the platform, and introduced them- selves to Mr. O'Connell. He shook them by the hands, and said to those around him, ‘Nothing can be done here until these gentlemen are afforded every requi- site accommodation.’ This was at once provided, and having assured Mr. O’Con- nell that they were ‘ perfectly ready,’ and well provided for, he came forward to address the people, and commenced his speech, to the great dismay of the Englishmen, in the Irish Jangnage. Having explained to the assembly who they were, and how he humbug ged them, he continued in the same language to address to the meeting every thing he wished to convey to them: the people laughing all the while at the English re- porters, * while they joined very good humoredly in the laugh raised against themselves.’

Tar Cracx Boat.—Speaking of jokes, reminds us of a scene we witnessed a few days stnce at the Old Country Railroad depot. <A farmer, with his wife, entered at one of the doors, and looked round on the wonders he beheld, evidently stupified. Behind the couple was the porter, bearing two chesis, the baggage of the people.

“ Where are you, going to?” inquired the conductor

“To New York, sir.’

* Well, push Sib cape along on that way !”

“ But is the boat a good one that goes to-night °” inquired the farmer.

“She’s a crack boat, sir,’ was the reply.

* Crack'd ?” reiterated the lady, with her eyes atan angle of 45 © —* crack’d boat! do you hear that, hus 2?

“do, my dear, and if I ris my bones aboard of her, | hope I shal! find it out.”

There is a story extant ofa young wag who was once invited to dine with a gentleman of rather sudden temper. The dining room was on the second floor, and the principal dish was a fine roast ham. When the old gentleman undertook to carve it he found the knife rather dul}, and, in a sudden passion, flung it down stairs after the servant, who had just brought it. Wohereunon the young man seized the ham, and with admirable dex- terity hurried it afier the knife.

* What on earth do you mean?” ex- claimed the old gentleman, as soon as he could speak.

“} beg your pardon!” was the cool reply. “1 thoug ht you. were going to dine down stairs.”

* Liorp’s”’—a word often met with in

‘English newspaper—is a great company

of underwriters, whose agents are located all over the commercial world. li is ex- pected of the agents of Llovd’s that they

ascertain the workmanship of all vessels when upon the stocks—the injuries they receive In thec ourse of their vorag ves—the

pature of the repairs put upon them—their

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sailing properties, &c. &c., and transmit eae parti¢nlars to the company in Eng- an

The accuracy and vigilance of these agents has been matter of surprise tothe American and other shipmasters; for it is Said the condition and properties of United States ships are as accurately un- derstood in London, as in Boston or New York. A Yankee shiip-master, making application at Lloyds’ for insurance upon his vessel, observed that the officer referr- ed at once to what proved to be a great alphabetical register, in whith were re- corded the names and othe# memoranda regarding thousands and thousands of vessels, arranged under alt the classes peculiar to that establishment, from “ A 1, red letter,” the Jowest insurable class. In due time the Yankee was informed that his insurance would be so and so, (naming the terms ;) that although once worthy to stand as “A 1,” his vesse] had worked into lowerclasses; that when she ran agtound at such a place, she received greater damage than the owners were perhaps aware ; and that the repairs put upon her when ‘she got off were not ade-

uate to the injury she received, &c. &c.

he stirprise of thé Yankee captain, in the janzuage of romance writers, was easier imagined than described. He found they knew more about his vessel then he did himself.

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News by the last English Mail.

ENGLAND.

CommerctaL Arrarrs.—Very little change has taken place in commercia! or monetary affais during the week. Busi- ness generally has been tranquil, and the transactions in our produce markets to a moderate extent only. Nevertheless, holders being frm, prices have undergone no change.

The very seasonable weather which we have recently experienced has had the usual depressing effect upom the Corn trade; buyers have operated with caution, and all articles show a decline on the week, Atthis day’s market there was fair retail business done in Wheat and Flour, and a disposition was shown to purchase Indian Corn to a modetate ex- tent, on speculation, at the reduced quo- tation. The value of Western Cana! Flour is 238 6d to 24s: Philadeiphia and Baltimore, 24s to 24s Gd; New Orleans and Ohio, 24s to 248 6d; and Canadian, 23s to 2336d. Indian Corn Meal sells at 14s to 14s Gd. per barrel.

On Sunday no fewer than seven’ per. sons met their deaths by crowning in the ‘Thames, between Battersea and London bridges,

Lonpon Tareves.--It is supposed that the number of persons who make a trade of thieving in London is not more than C000; of these, nearly 200 are first-class thieves or swell] mobemen ; 600 “ mace- men,” and trade swindlers, bill swindlers, dog- stealers, &c.; about 40 burgiars, “ d: ancers,” “garreteers,” and, other adep pts with the skeleton- keys. The rest are pl ckpoe: Kets, “ gonophs,” mostly young thieves who sneak into areas amd rob tills, and other pilferers.—Dickens’s Household Words.

Her Majesty, with akeen appreciation of the genius of Sir Robert Peel, and with a noble expression of regret for hia loss, has addressed one of the kindest of autograph letters to Lady Peel.

New Line op Screw Steam Sares BETWEEN Liverpoot aNnD New York. —We are authorised to state that it is the intention ef the owners of the British and North American Royal Mail Steam-

ships to commence @ line of screw stean-

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