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there; take the turns out of the coach whip. The decks were cleared, the stoppers clapp'd upon the top-sail sheets, the yards slung, the guns cast loose when the Boatswain roared out from the forecastle, There it goes, Sir, -Try Junk in you-know-red,white, and blue! Trail that gun forward, you lubber, and elevate her breech!' A french Frigate, (cried the Lieutenant, rubbing his hands in ecstacy :) Now, my boys, for wooden clogs for your sweethearts. All ready with the gun,' said the gunner, casting his eye along the sight. Speak to him Bounce, and ask the news.'- Aye, aye, Sir, (replied the old tar as he applied the match to the priming;) I'll whisper a word in his ear.' In a few minutes the action commenced, and at the second broadside I fell with a wound in my breast. 'Take that poor fellow below,' said the Captain, catching hold of the wheel I had left. I was carried down to the Surgeon, and from my loss of blood was unable to go again to deck. The man we had press'd the night before lay senseless on the deck, and the agitated lad sat beside him. For two hours the firing continued without ceasing, (and many a poor fellow was brought down to be dock'd,') when the drop-oht of the Frenchman was hauled down, and three cheers resounded through the vessel, which we, in spite of our wounds, joined in. The young man was roused by it, and rising, gazed wistfully around: he grasp'd the hand of his youthful associate, and press'd it to his lips. At this moment the second Lieutenant was supported below by one of the Midshipmen and a seaman.— "Why (said the junior officer) did you conceal your wound so long? You are now faint pray Heaven, it may'nt prove fatal. Let me see, (said the surgeon ;) let us hope for the best. The young man's waistcoat and shirt were thrown open, when, suspended from his neck, appear'd the portrait of a blooming girl. He snatch'd it in his hand, and raised it to his lips. Elinor, (said he,) Elinor, and must we part- -part for ever!-- Never! shrieked the lad, as he sprung to his
side ;) for you Elinor has lived, and for for you Elinor will die.' The Lieutenant turned his looks upon the speaker, whose voice thrill'd to his very soul.He gazed for one moment on the pallid cheek: "Tis she! 'tis she! my love, my Elinor!' and they sank together in each other's arms. Restoratives were immediately applied, and soon produced the desired effect. Why, my Elinor, are you here, and thus disguised ?'
Stay, Wingwood, (said she,) and I well tell you all; but first, this (pointing to her companion,) this is my brother. You know my early history:An orphan supported solely by his own exertions; our father, as we supposed, perish'd in the service of his country;our mother sunk broken-hearted to the grave; my brother became a sailor, and through his industry I have been maintained. A few days since we received some vague information that our honoured father still existed, and having escaped from his cruel tyrants, was still at Plymouth. We determined to ascertain the matter personally. William persuaded me to adopt this disguise, that I might the more readily escape insult if separated from him. On our arrival yesterday, with scarcely a ray of hope, we understood the person we were in search of was appointed to the command of a frigate.' Her name ?' inquired the Lieutenant eagerly. The Brilliant.'-Mysterious Heaven!' ejaculated the Surgeon as he instantly ascended the ladder to the deck. The Brilliant! (reiterated the young Officer;) 'tis plain--'tis evident——the names agree. Do you not know, my love, what ship you are now on board ?
No.'- Oh, Elinor, this-this is the Brilliant frigate. This the Brilliant! (faintly articulated the brother of Elinor, struggling to rise ;) but my head is strangely disordered; yet if you have mercy, ask him-ask the Captain if ever he remembers my dear mother's name. Beg him to say if Maria Wentworth ever held a sacred spot in his breast.' She did! she did! (exclaimed a voice, descending down the hatchway.) My children! my children!' and the Captain immediately folded them in his arms. What need of saying more? We bore up for Dartmouth
with our prize. The Lieuteuant, whose wound was but slight, was made hap
PRINCE HOHENLOHE AND HIS MIRACLES. (Blackwood's Edin. Mag.)
HETHER from lack of matter or lack
py, and all hands had a double allowance of grog." AN OLD SAILOR.
parliament, weary of expending their verbal ammunition upon politics, have turned it to theology, and undertaken a crusade against heretic unbelievers, under the happy auspices of a princely German quack, a superannuated Irish titular archbishop, four or five friars, two or three medical doctors, a hypochondriacal matron, and an hysterical miss, supported by skirmishers and Kerry evidences, ad libitum, in the shape of editors, essayists, attestators, &c. The success of this holy campaign appears indubitable. Entrenched within the impregnable walls of a Dublin nunnery, defended by a second Joan of Arc, sanctified by the benediction of infallibility,the good old cause of Popish miracles defies the puny malice of its once potent foes,-wit, learning, truth, honesty, and common sense. Much as I reverence this unlooked-for revival of exuberant Faith, which can not only remove mountains, but make them, I have some doubts whether it will operate favourably for the advancement of Irish catholics to a British legislature. John Bull is a matter-of-fact sort of fellow, mightily given to apply that faculty called reason to all subjects that come within the range of his discussion, somewhat distrustful of sanctified appearances,afraid of wolves in sheeps' clothing, and horribly alarmed by the idea of being priest-ridden, in consequence of what he once suffered from such sticking and troublesome jockeys. When he considers the number and magnitude of evils and misfortunes under which an entire nation really suffers, he will find it impossible to believe that the God of all the earth, leaving these to the ordinary course of Providence, or regarding them as beneath his care, should employ the visible arm of Omnipotence in enabling a few knaves or fools to work a couple of miserable and insignificant miracles! to make a sulky miss recover
the use of her tongue, and a bed-ridden intersit nisi dignus vindice nodus. I am afraid he will consider it less as a proof of divine condescension than of divine displeasure-of intellect miserably degraded, of shameless bigotry, and of triumphant superstition! I shall be glad to know how Mr. Brougham likes this novel specimen of senatorial qualification exhibited by his new clients-whether it will animate his zeal in the cause of such liberal, pious, and enlightened petitioners--whether he will feel much satisfaction in contemplating the powerful legislative assistance, he, the proud champion of civil and religious liberty, is, if successful, likely to obtain from the disciples and admirers of Prince Hohenlohe, from believers in all the trumpery of monkish lies and legends, from the defenders of pious frauds, from the assertors of all the spiritual rights, powers, privileges, and immunities of the HispanoHibernian church, and from the volunteer advocates of miracles in a Dublin nunnery! Happy qualifications for the exercise of legislative functions in a British senate of the 19th century!!
In times of national barbarism, when pious fraud was deemed requisite for the subjugation of minds incapable of rational persuasion, and accessible only through their fears, the miracle-monger might have found some apology for his deception in the necessity of deceiving. To see it resorted to now, to see the divine truths of Christianity thrown into the back-ground, and a confederacy of sacerdotal jugglers exhibiting their legerdemain, with nuns and nunneries; to see popular ignorance, rusticity, and superstition, not endeavoured to be removed by moral and rational instruction, but endeavoured to be retarded and confirmed by the grossest frauds of the grossest ages, is no less to be wondered at than deplored. Occasional instances of fancied inspiration, of enthusiastic ra
ving, or of monkish quackery, would never surprise; from individual acts of deceit, of folly, and of falsehood, no state of society is or ever will be exempt. But to behold the highest dignitaries of a church calling itself Christian, and professing to be the lineal possessor of apostolic virtue, the perfect pattern of evangelical rectitude, and the sole depository of divine commission-to see also a sage assembly of self-constituted senators, claiming more than an equal share of natural talent, of acquired knowledge, of legal ability, and of liberal patriotism; to see all these, I say, sanctifying, sanctioning, and defending the miserable delusion, while not a single voice among the host of that church's educated and wellinformed followers, raises a fresh sound in defence of reason and truth, is wonderful and astonishing indeed!!! If they believe this linsey-woolsey compound of Irish and German manufacture-what must we call them-Fools. --If they do not, I leave my readers to find the appropriate appellation.
Instances of providential favour and protection, both to nations and to individuals, have been, and now are, sufficiently apparent in God's moral government of the world. The records of the past, and the experience of the present, abundantly attest the overruling direction and allwise and almighty Power. Although the clear voice of reason proclaims the necessity of miracles to the primary support of our divine religion, at a time when every human power, prejudice, and passion warred against it, yet does she employ an equal strength of argument in demonstrating the futility of fancying that they are to remain when those obstructions have been overcome, and the system they were wanting to establish, secured upon an immoveable foundation. It must be no ordinary cause that will induce the Deity to change the settled course of things, invert his own rules, and disturb the order of Nature, for such is the power .possessed by the real, and claimed by the pretended performer of miraclesWho fed starving multitudes, and covered shivering nakedness, in the land of miracles in 1823? The power and
goodness of God unquestionably; but it was the goodness and power of God naturally operating on the minds of the generous and beneficent in both islands, and in a more particular and transcendant degree on those of the heretical inhabitants of Great Britain.It is thus that the Christian revelation attests the divinity of its origin, maintains its character, and displays its influence. It is thus that the true professor is distinguished from the spurious,by higher views, deeper reflections, and more exalted sentiments, by his attachment to the substance, his disregard for the show. Girt with the invulnerable panoply of celestial truth, diffusing its radiance, though with unequal lustre, over all the earth, and receiving hourly accessions to its strength, Christianity scorns the puny aid of the bigot's narrow dogmas, or the wonder-worker's fragile crutch. It spurns at the appearance of pious imposture, whether the result of simple superstition, of stupid credulity, of grovelling ignorance, or of unworthy artifice. It rests for support on its moral fitness for the wants of man, its adaptation to every stage and condition of life, the simplicity of its principles, the purity of its doctrines, and the sublimity of its truth. If the DIVINE WORD has not been written in vain, we know already, or at least it is our own fault if we do not know, as much of its nature, obligations, and exalted excellence, as can possibly be imparted. All that remains to the pastor is to teach, and all that remains for the disciple, is to follow the instructions of the MASTERThis, and this only, constitutes the sum and substance of the Gospel Covenant; this is to act in accordance with the beneficent intention of the heavenly Author; this is, in the best, and only present sense of the words, to give EYES TO THE BLIND, and FEET TO THE LAME. The Church which departs from these principles, and substitutes her own prescriptions for those of the celestial Healer, written, as they are,in never-fading colours, and attested by inspired and incorruptible witnesses, may deck herself with what titles or garments she pleases, but her religion is not the religion of Jesus Christ.
BY THE AUTHOR OF THE "HERMIT IN LONDON."
IN N the olden times, the passing away of the severity of winter, and the milder influence of spring's approach, might prepare the nobleman or man of fashion for a journey to his estate, and might remind him, that it was time to give up the pleasures of town, and to sojourn amongst his tenantry in the country; the coach-and-six would be ordered to the door, with a suitable retinue, and the cavalcade would move, in ordinary time, and arrive in stateliness at the family mansion, in a given period, proportioned to its distance from the metropolis. The leaving town is now a matter of more difficulty, the season is much further advanced, and the departure more like a retreat than a journey. Seldom is it orderly, sometimes it is a complete race; obstacles not unfrequently present themselves on the day of march, so that the London campaign ends in a hostile scene; family disagreements form a part of the skirmish,regret is attendant on the footsteps of past pleasure, whilst the exhausted purse and wounded heart bear a memento of the winter season. The better to elucidate this statement, let us take a scene in the living romance of life.
Gunter's, as long as my arm? what!
"The Ostler is come from Newman's, Sir, to know at what hour you will want the post-horses ?" says the first footman of a man of fashion in the autumn of life. “Tell him that I shall give him a crown for his trouble, but that I cannot leave town to-day; he may come at two o'clock to-morrow afternoon, or -let him call at twelve for orders; but stop, John, let me have the four greys that I always have, and his master may send in his bill at the same time; and--hark ye, John! take this down to Drummond's (a letter,) and bring back an answer." John obeys," The devil's in the people! there is not a single bill here before me (the number being immense) that is not five times what it ought to be. John!" "Sir." "Send up the housekeeper." She comes-"Pray what is this bill of
chairman to her dress maker for fear she might send some article of dress too late, and the like of that." "A pretty like of that, to come to such an amount! and pray where is the poodle puppy for which you make a little modest item of five guineas ?" "Oh! Sir, he was stolen three days after we bought him; I advised Mistress not to take him, as I know that they fellows who sell them, always entice them back again, but she would have her way." "You may say that, Harrison, and so I must pay five guineas for a puppy that I never saw, to my remembrance, and which is now running up and down the streets, with many other puppies that I I had never seen ?" "If you please, Sir Charles."-" I cannot say that it pleases me very much, but come up again when I send for you, and in the mean time order Atkinson (the house steward) to come to me;" (he arrives)" I see in Monsieur Ladrone's account, liqueurs, Florence wine, and Macaroni, charged twice over, the same articles on the same day." "No, Sir, there is a mistake in the date, but the articles were had, it's all right." "All right, ha! why, this seems to be a cant word amongst you, and turning over a mountain of bills,) here's an account of Martel's, the wine merchant, in which he charges me for the champaigne which I returned to him." "No, Sir, that wine was returned; but it is other wine that was sent, it was certainly had, Sir.""Yes, below stairs, I suppose, and I am had if I pay it, but I will see about it to-morrow, tell my daughter to come here." "Yes, Sir Charles, I'll speak to her maid." "I dare say you will --Sophy, love, I thought you told me that Madame Tournetete's bill was one hundred and six pounds, and I here find it one hundred and sixty-six." "Yes Pa, it's all right." "D-. the all right."" Indeed it is, (smiling,) I had a robe of gros de Naples and a ball-dress of tulle since that." "Well, Sophy, it is no laughing matter to me, but it must be paid; recollect that you must not ride the grey horse to-day, as he goes off to-morrow." "What horse then ?" "None, my dear girl; you know that I am forced to put off
my departure on account of the heavy bills which have come in, and pray let the horses have one day's rest, and give me one day's quiet after four months high fever." "Very well, pa."
But Miss Sophia rides the black horse, for she has Horace Wildair to meet, and many a tender adieu to give and take, besides an arrangement to make as to where his letters can be directed to. John returns without money, the banker being greatly overdrawn upon, and the next day a power is given to sell out,to make up which, the woods at Clover-hall will groan in a few months. Dun follows dun, on the morning of departure, until irritated nearly to phrenzy, Sir Charles tells the post-boys 'to drive like h―ll!' a pretty cool way of setting off! her Ladyship pants all the way at the jobation (as she calls it) which her losses at play produced; and fair Sophy "looks and sighs, sighs and looks, looks and sighs, and looks again," as she passes the lodging in Picadilly, where her favourite Lancer sleeps out his noon-day slumbers, in debt, in love, and in the dumps. Such is the state of father, daughter, and dear mamma.— With how little comfort or satisfaction can the family behold the summer, already far advanced, the flowers of spring faded away, the dreams of delight vanished on airy wing, cares and mistrusts multiplied, purses and pocket books dwindled into delicate form, or empty as the imagined joys of the season; or as the emptier heads of those who pursued them!
Such is one leaving town; others are still more difficult. It is an important hour for the spendthrift; the idler; the romantic female of bon ton; the exquisite of feeling, and of dress. The blood hounds of the law hunt the former out of town; the second can find no charms in nature and in rural scenes; the third is in mourning for past scenes, if not past sins, and has no resource but the circulating library to solace her until her return to town.The exquisite of feeling has had her little fluttering heart flattered and flirted, waltzed and quadrilled away, the void is insupportable; the last must have a neck-and-neck race with