图书图片
PDF
ePub

Among your own friends can you raise a troop of Ironsides (we speak morally of course), at so short a notice? Come the crisis when it will (and who shall say how soon it may not come ?) the scattered Republicans in principle' who have not even met together to know what their common principle is, will find themselves, like foolish virgins, shut out from the paradise for which they are so ready. We do not undervalue the intuitive force of the masses. That is always strong enough to snap asunder, like a weak twig, the burliest staff of despotism. Any moment may call forth the untaught giant's strength. But, despotism destroyed, what then? We tell you, friend! that the dead Tyranny will horribly revive on the morrow, (as already it has revived in Paris, in Vienna, in all Europe,) if there are none prepared to rivet it in its grave. No stake, caught hastily from a peasant's hand, will hold the royal vampire down. Join our organization, friend! and lose no time. An organized republican party, be it never so few, will be the only party capable of using a victory.

D objects to the severity of our personal criticisms. It may prevent reconciliation with many who might serve us.' We want no reconciliation with those who are proved enemies. There can be no reconciliation between the two principles. Republic or Monarchy: we say again there is nothing between them. Whoso is not with us is against us. We want no half-friends who are more fatal than whole enemies. For the personal, we attack no man's motives, but we cannot speak of particular acts without involving the actors; and we deem it wholesome, and for the information of many, to brand a confirmed malefactor wherever we can catch him. Specially while our own trusted friends are so ready to be reconciled.

E finds fault with the large proportion of foreign teaching in our pages. We take no real teaching to be 'foreign.' Matters little whether our Duties are taught us by an Italian or an Englishman, unless the Italian can better teach us.

But we own to the wilfully drawing largely from foreign sources. It is time that Englishmen should learn what opinions are abroad beyond our circling seas. That we may not be ignorant of the merits of the coming struggle which will be recommenced by foreigners. May we follow them! Also, we will not forget in due time to compare their views with the teaching of our own masters in liberal thought, that our Republicanism, though enriched by many a lesson, may be of English growth, characteristic of the genius of our people. Once for all, it is for an English Republic that we work.

THE SHADOW OF A GHOST.

We learn that some of our Chartist friends have taken umbrage at the Ghost of Chartism in our June number. Will they reconsider the matter, and they may find it was not insinuated that no Chartists had principles, nor that the Charter itself is not based on principle; the accusation was that the new Convention-programme lays down no principles. How correct the estimate of Chartist earnestness, judge by the national' subscriptions to the Charter-fund:£39 2s. 6d. for three months! Is this earnest? As regards the Polish Refugees there can be no question of the sympathy for them. The reproach was directed against the utter want of organization, which made the expression of that sympathy so difficult. For the rest, the writer of that article is yet doing his part as a member of the Chartist Association, and might claim even on such ground alone a right to state unreservedly his opinion of the movement,' even if he was not One twelve years in the ranks.

RHYMES AND REASONS AGAINST LANDLORDISM.

EMIGRANTS.

We'll not forget you, Mother!

In the land that's far away;

We'll think of you, dear! at our work,

And bless you when we pray.

Look cheerly, that your smile may be

Before me night and day,

On our long journey o'er the sea,

To the land that's far away.

Stay those sobs of woe;

Smooth thine hair so grey:

"Twill wring my heart to see thee so,
In the land that's far away.

You'll tend the white rose, Mother!
On our little Nelly's grave:

I can not help these foolish tears,

And yet I'm very brave.

And you'll take care of Tom's dog, poor thing!

And Nelly's skylark, too;

And think, whene'er you hear him sing,

He sings of us to you.

Nay! look calmly, do!

Mother! Mother! pray:

How will I bear to dream of you
In the land that's far away?

We'll write so often, Mother!

And Father-he can read;

And you'll get some neighbour write to us,

To say if you're in need.

And tell us how you bear the cold,

If Father's lameness mends:

Dear life! he's not so very old;
And GOD will bring you friends.
O, this parting pain!

Mother, darling! pray,
Let me see you smile again,
Before I go away!

We'll save our earnings, Mother!

To help your failing years;

[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small]

I do not reproach the emigrants. How many, tracked by the bloodhounds of the law for their share in endeavouring to raise their country, are compelled to leave it! How many, too, have no resource but emigration to keep them from dying of famine here! And, if those better able to help also emigrate, it is not much to be wondered at. But the fact remains the same, and the terrible revenge of consequence halts for no consciencious justifications of individuals.

PATRIOTISM.

Love of Country!-Love of Ruin!
Case thy heart in triple steel!-
Yet Love quits not Her he knew in
Days of loveliness and weal.-
Days we knew not. To our thinking
Patience looks too like Despair.
Save yourself: the ship is sinking!
Leave the wreck to perish there.

It may be that brave hearts linger,
Some proud captain to the last :
Yonder foaming wave will wring her,

Stem and stern; she's breaking fast.—

We are tired of battling ever

With disaster's whelming sea :

We are weary of endeavour;

Let us die among the free!

PATRIOTS.

Where, my Country! are thy zealots?
Where thy freemen? Echo saith :

Yonder crowds of famish'd helots

Have no country, have no faith. What to them the deathless story, Page historic, scroll of fame? What have they to do with glory? Can they lower sink than shame ?

Give the serf a freeman's station,

Root him firmly in the soil,He'll not then desert his nation, Chary of his blood or toil. Swinehood, with or wanting victual, Patriot duty,-what care they? When your country's but a spital,

Who but Wretchedness will stay?

Where, my Country! are thy zealots ?
Fellow-patriots! answer me:

We were something worse than helots
If we dared not to be free.

Then, though flame from Hell enwreathed us,

We'd not flinch, the while we stood

On the land our sires bequeath'd us,

To quench peril, even in blood.

HISTORY OF THE MONTH.

(From June 22nd to July 22nd.)

REPUBLICAN CHRONICLE.

Republican organization has commenced in Glasgow, and is beginning in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Our friends in Cheltenham have allowed their zeal to unduly hasten their proceedings. The consequence is a falling off of members who had joined without a full understanding of republican principles. We mention this as a warning to others, but neither as blame nor discouragement to those whose only error has been in too much trusting to their own fervour. They will not think us wrong in using the occasion to urge again the importance of allowing none to join our associations except those who can really signify their adhesion to our principles, who are ready to join us, not merely in good faith, but because they have carefully considered and weighed the essentials of our creed. The Republican Catechism at page 145 (Tract 2) might serve as a form of examination to test the proficiency of candidates: the answers not to be given by rote. The Bethnal-Green Society has been holding public discussions, concerning republican principles. Lectures are to follow. This is well. We have nothing special to remark of other places.

THE CENTRAL EUROPEAN DEMOCRATIC COMMITTEE has issued the following striking address TO THE ROUMANIAN POPULATIONS." Roumanians!

You are of the race of those who do not perish. The name which comes to you from your fathers, your language, your traditions, your tendences, everything reminds you that you proceed from that people which twenty centuries ago marked the world with the footprint of a giant, on the way of European civilization. That people is now alive again; you also ought to return to life, for you also have a mission to fulfil in Europe, and the instinctive consciousness of this mission has never been effaced from your souls.

You are called to represent, in the midst of Eastern Europe, the thought of individual liberty and collective progress which has consecrated us Europeans as apostles of Humanity. You are the vanguard of the Greco-Latin race, and you should be one of the rings of junetion destined to link its activity to that of the Sclavonian and Magyar races.

It is the perception of your mission which constitutes and guarantees your nationality. Develope it with faith and constancy; suffer, work, fight for it. It is your duty toward Humanity; it is your right in relation to the Nations which compose it.

It is in the name of the peoples who, from this present, have signed by our hands the

The Roumanian race, numbering some 10,000,000 souls, is spread over the 'Russian' province of Bessarabia, on the eastern bank of the Danube; the Turkish' provinces of Wallachia and Moldavia, on the western bank; and the adjoining Austrian 'territory of Transylvania and the Banat. The Roumanians claim to be descended from Roman colonists, their country being the ancient Dacia; their language also bears a close resemblance to the Latin. During the Hungarian struggle, Austria availed herself of the jealousies which she had excited between the Roumanians and the Magyars.

« 上一页继续 »