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No. 42.—Vot. [.]
TO. OUR SUBSCRIBERS.
A SPLENDID MEDALLION PORTRAIT
OF QUEEN: VICTORIA,
¢ Worth Five: Shillings) will be printed in No. 43, of this
- Miscellany, without extra charge.
All who wish to obtain’ this valuable Portrait are requested to
give their orders immediately to their Booksellers and Newsmen,
as the earliest impressions will be the best. It will be accompanied
with a Life and Pedigree of Queen Vicroria, and will form the
Sourth and fifth pages of No. 43 of Franxury’s Miscennany.
There will be no impression of type on the reverse side of the
Engraving, so that it may be either bound up with the MiscenLany,
or be cut out and framed, according to the taste of the Purchaser.
IS THERE ANY NEWS?
The Queen, when she takes her déjeuné, asks the lords in waiting,
with the graco so natural to majesty, * Is there any :ews 2”
oment he arrives down stairs, unfolds tte damp. nows-
paper, and, impatiently hurryicg over it, asks himself, “Is there any
news?” merchant, before the bustle of the day has commenced,
hastens to the coffee-room, “Is there any news >” Even
servants, including butlers, footmen, and ladies’ maids, steal away the
papers from the dining-room, and, hudd‘ing their heads over Jit, ask
ach other, “Is there any news?” 3 ‘Men of al all professions are in like
manner pestered, The ministers of the church, if they ride out to visit
their parishioners, on returning to their several monses, are asked by
their wives, sons, Caughters, nephews, nieces, and grandchildren, “!s
there any news?” Medical men cannot stir ‘out without every conva-
Tescent patient they meet feeling privileged to ask, “Is there any
news?” Even lawyers are interrogated in the same manner, vithout
‘the fear of helt demanding a fee. here we ma:
we mi of the public streets ; in the middie of the ae
lie squares; in raving rooms, dining room, as’ enbly-rooms, concert:
meat ays sometim: even he samé
question is reteate, Only the other day. Ww hae to. the post:
office, on the tiptoe of expostation to learn the decision ef the great Re-
form aston.” ‘We ol rained our newspaper; we emancipated ou:-
selves from ‘owd; we looked over it; we found nothing except
Jong dull speeches, ad the debate aéjoumed, and stocks fallen ; every
thing gloomy, and we ourselves in that frame of mind, were returnin
homewards, when we had not proceeded six paces, be‘ore an inquisitive
Dlockhead nearly shrust hin nose into our face, eaying, “ Beg pardon,
sir,—Is there any news?” Happen what may, the same words eter-
verily believe, that if, with the ex-
The principle that suggests this interrog gatory is evidently inherent
in human nature. It mvat have orn with us, it accompanies
us throvgh every condition of life. Nothing can destro;
was the Miscellany ushered into existence, than the fiat bright eye
which glance? over its columns, in preferece to dwelling on ersass,
tales, criticism:
sul ee nature.
ce to the highways and bywaysof
modern vate We ahall not inte "fore with Louis Philippe, Don Pedro,
‘Mustapha, King Leopold, the Emperor of Russia, the Pact
any other earthly prirce or potentate, We hall ae no
notice of foreign a! ‘e shall not even repoit the state of tha
Austrian, Belgian, Brazilian, Danish, French, or Dutch funds. Nei-
ther shall we atate the prices of sugar, ‘caffe, rum, hemp, brandy, hops,
indigo, or any other pouhable cara tien Itist the tock exchaure
of erature only that we and ail
@ trint our readers wil find, in every number, a fll and satinetory
answer to the question—* Ts there any new
“ SURGEON MORAND AND HIS YOUNG COLLEAGUE.
+ | A nobleman had once a dangerous imposthume ; he was obliged to
form the resoluticn of having it opened, and would trust the operation
to no other hands butthoce of Morand, who formerly with great just ce
* enjoyed uncommon celebrity. Morand visitel him, examined the
“ulcer, found its condition doub:fal, an
@ young steady
mend is your lordship Mr.
*Marshall” This young but lever 1 man, whose «acer t
‘began, wascalled in, But scarce bad he set about the operation, than
« the veteran Morand, who fellowed the knife with circumspect and un-
~ changed look, was convinced that Ma'shall was about to make a cut,
tation most completely.
* rated according to the sign given, and every thing su
tion, The patient recovered. To celebrate the cure he gave a family
entertainment, to which even Morand and Marshall were invited. As
ms, and Pre
“No,”
man to whom is due your thanks, Without his advice you would
at least have been Jame. He most nobly spared my reputation ; but
now it is my duty to speak.”
Printed and Published for Benjamin Franklin, of No, 31, Great-Wild-stree,
iy B, De Cons Dake-strecty Te s-innsfields, London,”
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 1838.
TO THE SCOFFERS AT SCIENCE.
It is not good, nor is it wise,
The attempts of science to despite; 3
Nor is it handsoi
Philosophers not be six feet high! 2,
Though trifling some beginnings be,
Results important oft we see;
‘y And tottering structures oft we find
Are fittest temples of the mind.
The shivering needle points the Pole,
And might and power spring. from a coal ;
Yet but ‘for science, light
They ne’er had risen from the mine. >
The crawling worm that seeks the skies,
Gives to pictorial art
An art that bi immortal last
Serve to record our thoughts of pride;
And straws and feathers never fail
To point the current, or the gale.
An apple’s fall attraction taught,
A flint where fire couli caught,
And this poor mortal frame of ours
Gave man the whole mechanic powers ;—
The child is form’d before the man,
The acorn gives the oak its span,
The oak the vessel, that derides
The foe, and braves the whelming tides :—
By bricks and stones we build the dome;
By sentences we write the tome ;
And hours of labour and of thought
grow up to years before they’re wrought —
From grovelling cirt the mind eupplie:
‘The pillar'd bust of enterprize,
And the dark pot of staining ink
Is our best memory when we.think.
The door leads to the spacious hall,
The boat unto the vessel tall ;
The narrow river to the sea,
The eye to Eleaven’s sublimity ! !
The early steps that lead to fame,
Seem scarcely worth the enthusiast’s aim;
But yet, though mean, they must be trod,
Ere we approach the “ Living God”? 1! !
And nought is trivial, but the show
Of folly ‘that would make it so. W.R. VY.
THE IRISHMEN’S ADVENTURES IN THE BRAZIL.
This ballad, although of so recent a date, possesses in its
style many traits of ancient character. ‘It is here given from
the collation of a printed broadside by “J, and H. Baird, 20,
Paul-street, Cork ” with a manuscript copy procured from the
printer, oe hues 1829... The writer, who is Supposed | ‘ol have ben
M‘Auli ik true poet, succeails best in
what information J can collect, 1 am inclined to believe that’ the
Irish were not in contact with the Brazilian troops ; but the
hore porters certainly found their cudgels “a sore burden, too
ea,
For at who oie erect vocal stesina & oe tuneful By T pen,
It's of these brave adventures, all gi t Irish
Who boldly sailed as emigrants, a hea se as tne 7 stecl,
To the east ° South America, and landed in Brazi
Don Pedr on addsessed us, with malicious a saiiie,
Saying, “ Taos, since you are here, far from your native iale,
You must become my subjects, and sshd you must be,
Or I will bave you all conficed ia chains aud siavery.”
The army did sunound us—‘twas on the fith of May,
We claimed with might our lawful right, defenceless as we lay,
And raised our flag, a littie e725, determined not to kneel
To any vile deceiver or falce tyrant ia Braz
Th’ Hon'table Robert Gondor. our great raamador,
Unto Don Pedro went, and said, “ i }ustiissimo Senhor,
These Irishaen I must protect, who are both frank and | brave,
And your Majesty's mistaken if you would them e:
’Twas on the tenth of pleasant June, the year wat twenty-eight,
‘That we commenced a bloody fight within the tyrant’s state,
Then hundreds of these Portuguese did Irish valour feel,
Which made them know we did not go for slavery to Brazil,
The French marines and English they instantly came on shore,
B at sas to see the Portuguese lie breathless in their goi ro
a admire, 80 would not fire, aad thus maintained our cause,
Wit iy pride, * Fight on,” we cried, “against a tyrants lawal™
ned home, no more we'll roam, but gaily drink and sing,
Pile up to Admiral Otway, who serves great George our king,
To th’ Hon’rable Robert Gorden, here’s to him till I reel,
Ay, till 1 fall, he saved us all from bondage in Brazil,
erson who was famous for arriving just at dinner time,
upon going to a friend's {where he was a frequent visitor) was
asked by the lady of the house if he would do as they did. On
his replying he should ‘be most happy to have the pleasure, she
retell Me Dine at home Chen. Ihe, of course, received hi
qruietus for some time at
An Irishman on the ton; nee of a waggon was run away with
by a pair of horses, and had his leg very much bruised by the
motion ef the swingle-trees, Some person to whom he was
relating the accident asked why he didn’t jump off? —“ Faith,
sir,” answered. Pat, “and it was just as inuch, as iver I could
do to stay on,”
|
L PRICE ,
THREE-HALFPENCE,
PADDY IN SEARCH OF A SON,. < -: we
BY T. C, GRATPAN, ESQ. AUTHOR OF “ HIGH-WAYS AND BYE-WAYS.”
[We have extracted the following exeelt ent article from the? New
Monthly Magazine. It is in the author's happiest style, and is in
f no comment trom as to recommend i it to the reader,—Ep,]
aired no great éXill to discover tha Irishman who
stood at She co:ner of the street, within a few yarde of the door of chen
house I oxoupied i in Ostend during the bathing season of 1834, and out
of which I was p:
EBTE—CON
fail to recognize a countryman in the lounging, cringing, halt foalus
half. Penning: looking fellow, who accosted m with a servile leer,
and then whining tone of sycophantic nonchalance, as neesk he
both hoped and feared to deceive me?
it is common to the most fineming aswell ast the finest
peasantry in the world.
In search of a ship, T exppose, to take you to
murther an’ ’ounds! how did your Honor find out that
T was an Thee at all at all ?” exclaimed he, with all the simpuicity,
real or affected, of our common country, a in anell-wide breacth of
brogue ot tbe Pures st Mipuster Zanufac crue ~
20h, 0 ing told me 80,” oe
my "ew thin, that's what f fist tela ‘ne that t your * Honor'sano-°
then” retort he, with a melancholy grin, which he did not however
suffer to reat on his countenance fora moment. Now, Jrishmen ere rarely
vexed, an ashamed Sometimes at being taken for Irishmen by one of
muss
cle and distortions of voice with which some of them atiive at times to
congeal the horrid truth from English auditors, I had no object in sj mp-
pressing it now any more than the laugh which arose at the above-men-
tioned way of his telling me that I was found out.
“* But the devil's cure to the harm in that, Sis,” continued he, cheer-
ingly, ther there many @ woree man than an Irishman in the world yim
nd who k
And so, you think Tam one?” ,
“ Indeed ‘an’ I don't, Sir—bekase I'm sure of itmand I know 5 yeur ?
pes, to, Sir; an’ it’s one that you needn't be ashaited of any-" ~~~ +=
OW
“ can how did you find « all this out ?’*
+ thi a lie to your Honor this blessed summer's
evel . Tae a iit aso rie Iwas walkin® up au’ down the sthreet in’
mn, that I axed a civil, Scent man that was Passia’ in?
by here if he knew where I could find outa countryman? * Maybe it’s an
Irishman you want,’ says he. * Ob, thin, mousha t how ‘ia ou find that
out?’ says I, *On, somebody. tould me,’ says he—jist what your
Honor said to me—‘and if you'll wait a Dit," saya he, tye ketch one
0” thim comin’ out 0” that house,’ . And upon that I thanked bim for!
hie civility, and I jit made bould to ax him your Honor's name *™* \yx.
that I mightn’t appear sthrange when I'd up and apake to youman’ z \"
that’s the thruth, your Honor,”
“ Well, now that you know so much aboat me what do you want vith
me ?—beca' auy one as well as * @ countryman’ ” could bave tol Id you «
the wy to the quay ? .
Why, thin, what I want your Honor to tell me, Sir ie
aboxt my 20n—that’s the thrutl
nd pray who is Your son ? ? and why do you suppose that I know
anything about t him 2”
:
tomething
ax your Honor’s pardon for my bouldness: l didn’t think you'd
know anything at all about the blackguard, nor the likes of him,
but, upon my salvation, Sir, I am half mad—that’s God’s thruth ;
and if 3 you knew what an unfortunate crathur Tam, you'd pity me en+
tirely.”
“ Who and what are you, then? Let me see if I can be of any we! t
0 You,
- ‘Wty, thin, Sir,” blubbered he, “I'm an hi cent, hard-
working man—though it's myself that eays it that ater aay it— «
an’ a booxbinder by trade intl that young villain, vith aman named -
Dimpsy, robbed me of t tre by undred and twilve
Fri tin pound notes that the ‘woman put
ieves biuk out of her tay-chist—an”
him I'm goiog from place to Place f for the last
sure of hita now, any how—an. be I won’, make him an’ that de-
saver, Dimpsy, jump for it whin I Ti heck them
words were accompanied by a flourah of the shilelah he held
us a walking-staff, which, coupled ue his dust-covered apparel, con-
vines me had come rather a tong joumey. To my questions, put in ‘
a desultory way, whenever I could enatch an opportunity of slipping «
one iuto thet interstices of his fluent revelations,
slipped through his fingers
from Culais the day uae where they es-aj
his own name was Tim onolly—that his wife was an O’Reardon, one
of the best families in Lim ‘» barrin’ the guality—and that he him-
self had not sit bit or sup fort ‘he last thirty-six | ko
“In ” said I, more affected
the rest, “you Yad better come into the house
“ Ob, thin, musha! long life to your Honor’s rindrenty an iS ay
is it jess that I'd expict of your.
They were always th the true breed for doin’ a
him hy a miracle—that :
flav “ You have known some of my tamily, then ?” asked I, tickled by his
lattery.
“ te it know thim? By my sowl, thin, ite] r that ought to know :
amie was fourteen of them at laste wint to the same school
city! Know thim! Wh hy, thin may be D1
tan t here ted Honorable George, him that kept the stag- .
hounds, that mi the time I folly’d th
hould your hands, you villains!* saya 1, ‘an’ have the manners to
wait till the Honorable George himself is to the “tore! ;
enough iva his Honor that soon came tearin’ along in full
re
dhrive——.
why, thi
isn’t it thrue, Sir?—'pon my conscience it’s this minit