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of a body of three hundred gentlemen sitting is one to which I am greatly attached. But I in Dublin. This point is surrounded by legal want to procure impeachments of the Judges difficulties, and must be approached with se- of the Court of Queen's Bench and of rious considerations, which we were last year her Majesty's Attorney-General in this counprevented from applying to it by the procla- try, on these grounds—(Great applause for mation and subsequent proceedings. My some moments)-on these grounds, which I plan, which I have deeply considered, is short- shall set before you as briefly as I can conly this-that three hundred gentlemen from sistently with clearness. The first ground is the various counties in Ireland should meet on that of the monster indictment which was prea certain day in Dublin, and that their title to ferred against me-thirty-six yards of an inmeet should be the handing in of 1001. each; dictment! Lord Denman has well described that they should have a treasurer of their own, it as a document calculated to prevent a man and have the working of their own funds. I from defending himself. Such an indictment do not intend that they shall initiate anything, no poor man could escape from. We were but that they shall control everything; and backed by the Repeal rent; but if such an inthat the Repeal Association shall be complete- dictment were preferred against a poor man, ly governed by them, and not venture upon where could he get a brief of it for his counsel ? any act without their previous sanction. A Why, it would cost him ten times more money body of this kind would comprise so many of than ever he saw, to do so. My excellent the wealthy and influential of Ireland, that it friend, Richard O'Gorman (the dissentient would be an effectual check to any rash revo- Grand Juror), ought to be a proud man this lutionary outbreak, and would be a steady day. He alone was right as to this unjust indrag upon the wheel of the movement. It dictment, and had the manliness and honesty would be of that bearing on society and high to maintain his opinion in open court. He station, that it could enter into treaty with said, 'We have spent five days over this bill, Government. It could arrange its own plans and not one of us can understand it.' To be with Ministers, and stipulate terms; no hand-sure they did not care much for that. (Groans.) over-hand work, but steady, deliberate agree- They found it a true bill. I am much obliged ment. And here let me say, that I quite agree to them. Now, this is no idle act of the Atin making the experiment of a Federal Parlia-torney-General. Sugden planned it; Peel ment. I want any Parliament which will pro- has adopted it. (Groans and hisses.) Imtect Ireland, and ask for no more. If we ar- peachment, I say then, is our only remedy. rive at the period of Repeal without some body (Loud cheers.) No man is safe from such a of this description, Government may dictate a monster indictment. What ought the Court plan to you, perhaps, which may fall short of to have done with it? I say, an honest Court justice, though it satisfy some of you. They can should have quashed it again and again, if nenever do so with this Preservative Society of cessary; and have said to the Attorney-Genthree hundred. The terms of any treaty must eral, in the words of Lord Denman, 'Pick out be well considered-financial as well as poli- your counts, and do not suffocate them beneath tical; and it seems to me that we shall here the number of your accusations.' The Judges have the workmen to build up the palace of of the Court of Queen's Bench did not refuse justice to Ireland. I will this day week move to receive it: nay, more, they countenanced for a select committee to consider the possibil- it; and, proceeding as they commenced, reity of such an assemblage, and to prepare ca fused us copies of the witnesses' names, the ses to have laid before the most eminent law-caption of the indictment, and other privileges yers of England and Ireland. We will take which we should have received as a matter of care not to bring a single individual within the course in England. By their conduct they power of the law; and we will see whether we made this monster indictment a babe of their cannot get a second managing body for the own luck; and I say there is no use whatever people-not a House of Lords, indeed, but a in the doctrine of impeachments if we have not body possessing more power, as representing the Judges of the Queen's Bench brought bethe whole Irish people. Three hundred weal-fore a proper tribunal to answer for their conthy Irish gentlemen would make such a body duct. I assert this, and I shall be able to prove as would bring about the repeal of the Union it by competent witnesses, that the Lord Chief with the greatest ease. I ani not a person of Justice had the air of a counsel for the proseoverweening confidence in my own judgment,cution throughout the trials, and might have but I have so matured this plan in my own been taken for such, but for the place he occumind, whilst in prison, that I rely strongly on pied. It may be said I am rash in taking this it, although prepared to abandon it on the in- up. Ah! I do not fear their prisons. (Trestant if found to be at all dangerous or imprac-mendous cheering.) I am a free-born British ticable, whilst it must be embraced if found subject, standing in this place defending my calculated to bring back our Parliament to rights; and I do accuse those men of injustice. College Green. I have addressed you at I am here to call upon the people of England great length, but I owed you for three months to aid me in impeaching those men." (Cheerrent. (Much cheering and laughter.) I am ing.) now, like an honest man, paying my debts. "And now I come to my third plan, and it
FEAST OF THE POETS FOR SEPTEMBER 1844. From Tait's Magazine.
POETRY OF THE AFFECTIONS.
THE BUSH OF SOUTHERNWOOD.
BY CALDER CAMPBELL.
Sunny is life's path at first,
When the flowers Romance hath nurs't
The brightest gems in Flora's hall,
Was one Bush of Southernwood!
But no sooner doth life's track
Few sunny things there be;
In that northern Scottish garden
One dear Bush of Southernwood. Now, when downwards bends life's roadI too bending 'neath the load
Age and sorrow lendStormy gloom that path besets; And for Hope's gay coronets,
Thorns with sad thoughts blend;
New hearts, new hands, new faces are,
Near that Bush of Southernwood.
Oh, how oft will fancy flee
Then my sisters twain were there
"Dimpled cheek," and "golden hair,"-
Merriment whene'er they smiled:-
In Ardersier's dear garden
With its Bush of Southernwood! Brothers, too, would sometimes come To fill our little sitting-room
With loud jest and glee; Kinsmen flocking from all parts,
With clasping hands and bounding hearts,
For they loved to fare a-field,
And its bush of Southernwood.
While we scamper'd o'er the braes,
Shone like snow, we'd pause to pick
And returning, red of lip,
Sought the green trees in the garden,
Sometimes, too, the seaward track
To search the shore for weeds and shells,
Panting hares that, through the night,
From that fruitful Scottish garden,
With its Bush of Southernwood.
'Mid the wave-wet sands-
And its Bush of Southernwood.
With its Bush of Southernwood.
Which they filled of yore;
Orange turk's-cap, monk's hood blue-
Next that Bush of Southernwood.
Costmary, and roses many,
In, ah! that old Manse-garden,
Shall I never wander more
Of those simple flowers?
'Mid those hawthorn bowers? Shall the lilacs give their bloom And their gentle soft perfume
To the walks of that old garden,
Of certainty :-and now 'twould be
And its Bush of Southernwood!
"And Campbell's epitaph shall be,
Another light hath faded from the sky,
For him, the pearl of genius, wit, and worth.
Ten years, ten weary years have glided o'er When first this faithful hand rehearsed his praise,
Since then the Bard of Ettrick is no more, Sweet Coleridge, Southey, circled with his bays:
And Campbell !-from the blue hills of Argyle Each forest, and deep glen, and misty vale, From every mountain, continent, and isle
Shall ring the loud lament, the bitter wail. How large that soul! how noble was the man! What glorious visions kindled in his brain: Like sunlit waves each beauteous image ran, Bright, rainbow-hued, as drops of April rain, "From grave to gay, from lively to severe," He stalk'd, or sported, merry or sedate, Now as a Fairy's song he charm'd the ear, Now as a Titan was he fierce and great.
O, how divinely tripp'd the joyous hours,
Those festive moments, that harmonious glee, What Protean colors gleamed through Fancy's bowers,
What heavenly hues adorn'd Philosophy!
I see him now! the orb'd majestic head,
The Patriot-look, the ever-playing smiles, The thoughts inspir'd, and language of the skies.
Yea, proud was I to worship at thy feet,
He is not dead! O, say he is not dead!
"Fair Wyoming" records to endless time The POET's fame, and binds his laurel'd head; "By Susquehanna's shore" he stands sublime.
He is not dead! the Paradise of Hope Blooms with victorious garlands, heavenly flowers,
With fresh delight shall future poets ope
Each page inspired among the summer bowers.
He is not dead! old England's Mariners
Red Linden quiver to his martial airs,
He is not dead! whilst Poland is alive-
He is not dead! whilst Scotland's mountains stand,
Loch Awe, Loch Katrine glow with burnish'd gold,
His name shall hover star-like o'er the land, Link'd with her Burns,-her proudest sons of old!
Her woodlands shall lament him,—the deep grove
Her streams hear "music sweeter than their own,"
Stars in their spheres, a melody more sweetAngels might listen to each heavenly tone
And earthly lovers holier raptures greet.
And when he died, the nobles of the land,
And crowded to that consecrated spot.
Immortal ever! more immortal yet,
When Kosciusko's dust was mix'd with thine: O, proudly would the poet's heart have beat In foretaste of a union so divine!
Farewell, true poet-most beloved friend-
Gally Hill Farm, Cleveland, 1844,
For not the tree is blasted, but the leaf
Has sear'd and fallen in its winter time: The fruit is garner'd, and the drooping sheaf Has shed its golden prime.
The dust around is sentient, and the air
Is glorious with the spirits of the brave,
The drooping watcher in his fancy sees,
The kneeling chieftain sees on Warsaw's plain
The prayers of men and angels are as one
As on thy corse, with reverend hand, they
The sacred dust of Poland's noblest son,
Instead of anthem or lamenting dirge
"Ye mariners of England" steals along, Whilst to the Fancy's ear the ocean's surge Makes musical the song.
The good achiev'd on earth by one so just
Whilst Britons hold dominion of the sea,
Whilst they deserve the glory of their fame, One word shall nerve the weak and prompt the free
'Tis Campbell's name !
A MOTHER'S WAIL AFTER THE BAT. TLE.
BY CALDER CAMPBELL.
Oh! gentle moonlight, rest upon our fieldsOh! peaceful moonlight! leave to light our shields,
That all too long have boldly braved the sun; Oh! soft nocturnal sky, oh! starry sky,
Weep thy sweet tears where our slain warriors lie
Their gallant race is run!
Ob black and dismal grove, oh! sombre grove, Where buried lie the children of my love,
With songs of gleeful birds no longer ring; Let wild and wailing strains fall on the earA mother's dirge for all her heart held dear From thy dim alleys spring!
Beautiful shells! of the dark blue wave,
THE STAR AND THE ANGEL.
I mused upon the silent stars,
A modest star, not wildly bright,
An Eden of the stars it shone.
Its ray, a beam of holy love,
Was imaged in the fount within
To that fair orb my soul was knit
I mused upon its distance vast,
Its peopled planets, glorious sky. The myriad life its radiance warm'd, Its origin and destiny.
A sudden shade obscured its ray,
A form of dread yet lovely might
Before my eyes, colossal stood,
And dimm'd, not veil'd, the trembling light.
And thus he spoke in mournful tones :
Thy eyes have drunk the glorious beam
That left, a thousand years ago,
Of light an overflowing stream.
"I was the angel of that star,
With twice ten planets round it roll'd, A system fair as ever flamed
'Mid night's unnumber'd spheres of gold.
"A million years its stately march
Through the wide infinite it kept; Around the central depths of space, With all the host of heaven it swept.
"Its planets teem'd with myriad life, Whose beings, generations, Time Had oft renew'd as oft decay'd,
While sped the star its course sublime.
"Its eycle round the centre past,— "Twas girt with bright consuming flameVanish'd, nor left within the sky
A relic of its wondrous frame.
"And still a thousand years shall wing Their flight before the latest ray That left its orb, a parting smile,
On earth at midnight hour shall play.
"Upon its orbit's utmost verge,
It seems but yesterday, when I Beheld thy system's earliest light, And hail'd its giant infancy.
ON READING HIS "PAST AND PRESENT," AND 66 HEROES AND HERO WORSHIP.
The beacon sign-light storms and tempests braves, And, from the distance high, streams forth its light
In scintillations through the baze of night, Warning where evil, hid beneath the waves, Holds direful watch within her rocky caves,
To crush the ribs of ships, and shipmen's might,
And sailors' thrilling hopes of home to blight, And whelm them down into her deep sea-graves: So Carlyle, shining o'er the gloomy way,
The dull, drear realms of Sham, that surges o'er Men's sunken hearts and souls with hollow roar, Tow'ring, and streaming forth, the red light ray Of thy bold genius warns of dangers dark, That fearfully surround the social barque. Mile End.
THE WIND AND THE LEAF; OR, ELOPE-
O, listen, Ladies, and I'll tell you brief