Zance of Parties. Jan. s assailed, will each affect the liveli - hood and subsistence of millions, ; It will no longer be the political er power of the higher orders which , will be tied to the stake to be e worried by the dogs of revolution, 11 but the fortune and subsistence of n large masses of the people; and the - triumph of the Revolutionists will C be dimmed by the tears of the or-phan, the cries of the destitute, the of wailings of the dying. When those it disastrous events occur, as occur e they will, it is impossible that a e large portion of the middling and y lower orders should not break off e-from the leaders who have ruined and betrayed them. We lament the g n, misery which will then be created, we shall do our utmost to alleviate ay it, so far as we can, but we know ly that it is unavoidable. Misery and it suffering must tame the fierceness er of passion in nations as well as inr. dividuals; the laws of nature are g not to be broken with impunity; e and those, who, disregarding the le voice of wisdom, will yield to the d tempter, must in sackcloth and ashes - repent of their sins, not less in the e political than the moral world. 1 Are these the speculations, merely e of philosophy, unsupported by ex xperience? Look at Bristol, and say, o what lesson does it teach to the d British people, as to the wisdom to be learnt from experience, the fatal effects of indulging their passions. d Where was the passion for Reform, o and the desire for revolution, so c strong as in that devoted city; e where is it now so completely ex tinguished, and the old English feel ing so thoroughly revived? Bristol has passed through the fiery ordeal; the natural result of revolutionary passions, has been there felt; the city has been burnt and ruined; its in dustry and commerce are rapidly de caying, and its wretched inhabitants, taught by suffering, have abjured their errors, and seek, by a return to their ancient principles, to procure a return of their ancient prosperity. What Bristol has suffered and learn ed, the empire at large must suffer and learn; and when the terrible lesson has been taught, the result will be the same, and the gloomy night of revolution will be followed the glorious morning of the re which has burst forth among the young and brilliant leaders of the Conservative band, encourage the warmest hopes of the fate of the empire, when they arrive at such a station as to rule its councils. Difficulties and dangers create men; and the ability which in ordinary times might be buried in obscurity, or perhaps lost in frivolity, is, in these stirring and trying times, called to a nobler sphere, and trained to the exercise of more animating duties. It is with feelings of no ordinary pride that we notice the brilliant exertions which Scotland has made at this eventful crisis. Manchester has rejected Mr Hope; Roxburghshire will probably do the same to Lord John Scott. These events only prove the total unfitness of the class to whom the Reform Bill has given power, to exercise it to their own or their country's advantage, and sets off in brighter colours, by the force of contrast, the splendid talents which they were unable to appreciate. The brilliant eloquence, sound constitutional principles, and enlarged views of these eminent young men, prove how fit they were to form the brightest ornaments of the Senate; their rejection, the miserable prospect of salvation which the Reform Bill affords to the country. But let them not be discouraged; the time will come, when they will speak to as willing as they have hitherto found adverse audiences among the lower orders, and when the admiration which they have universally awakened among the educated gentlemen who could understand, will be shared by the ignorant multitude, who will then have learnt by suffering to appreciate them. Let those who are depressed by the portentous strength of the Revolutionary party in the new Parliament, console themselves by the reflection of the fleeting nature of popular opinion. Let them recollect what England was when it ran mad with democracy in 1642, and when it was intoxicated with loyalty in 1661. Let them reflect on the revolutionary fervour which convulsed France in 1789, and contemplate the whole National Guard of Paris six years after combating the forces of the Convention, to restore the royal authority in that afflicted city. Let them think of the Duke of Wellington, the idol of the people, the pride of his coun try, in 1815, and the same 1 stoned in the streets of Londo 1830. Let them call to mind the mocratic fervour of the time of Gracchi, and the subsequent ref tion of Tiberius, "Oh homines servitutem parati! Let them re lect the transports of Paris France at the triumph of the ba cades, and behold France in t years after bearing with tranquil the despotic ordinances of Mars Soult, and preparing, by an ov whelming majority in the Cham of Deputies, the total extinction the Liberty of the Press! Examp of this kind, drawn from that in haustible mine of political wisdo the record of past events, are fitt to afford consolation to the ration and upright mind, even in the wo emergencies. They shew, that of fleeting things, the opinion of t people is the most fleeting; that ma ness and folly bring about a ce tain and speedy retribution in t affairs of nations as well as indi duals; and that no cause is hopele to those who have the vigour maintain, and the courage to defend The duty of the Conservative ban who, in the midst of the general d mocratic madness, find a place the Legislature, is sufficiently plai Let them adhere steadily to the principles; recollect that on them, the sacred band of Thebans, the so hopes of their country now rest and that, victorious or vanquishe the admiration of posterity and th gratitude of their country will a tend them if they never swerve from the path of duty. Let them join i no coalitions to throw out the Mi nistry; disgrace themselves by n unions for a momentary triumpl with the Radicals; but steadily an uniformly consider Revolution a the demon which they are sent ther to combat, and, by the blessing o God, will ultimately conquer. B uniformly adhering to this principle they will remain perfectly clear of the march of innovation, and all its ruinous excesses and consequences they will have nothing to reproach themselves with in their public ca reer; and when suffering has taught the people their errors, and anguish has tamed their passions, it is to them that the nation will turn with tears of repentance, and their patriotism which it will celebrate in strains of exultation. HYMNS OF LIFE. BY MRS HEMANS. I. THE PRAYER OF THE LONELY Student. Soul of our souls! and safeguard of the world! WORDSWORTH. NIGHT-holy night!—the time For Mind's free breathings in a purer clime! Night!-when in happier hour the unveiling sky Woke all my kindled soul, To meet its revelations, clear and high, Now hath strange sadness wrapp'd me-strange and deep- Wherefore is this?-I see the stars returning, They shine-but faintly, through a quivering haze- They, that unfolding to more thoughtful sight, Drew silently the worship of my youth To the grave sweetness on the brow of truth; Shall they shower blessing, with their beams divine, And to the pilgrim, toiling for his shrine, Through some wild pass of rocky Appennine, And to the wanderer lone, On wastes of Afric thrown, Am I a thing forsaken, From the bright-pinion'd Nature, which hath soar'd And now an alien !-Wherefore must this be? Oh! if too much exulting in her dower, My soul, not yet to lowly thought subdued, Hath stood without Thee on her Hill of PowerA fearful and a dazzling solitude! And therefore from that radiant summit's crown, Let the now darken'd earth and curtain'd Heaven Or if it be, that like the ark's lone dove, Oh! be the whisper of thy voice within, Find, in illumined secrecy, the sense Of that blest work, its own deep recompense. The dimness melts away, Oh! ye majestic watchers of the skies! Through the dissolving veil, Of Hope, and Joy, and Power, Than I was wont to trace, On Heaven's unshadowed face; Be it e'en so!-be mine, tho' set apart Unto a radiant ministry, yet still A lowly, fearful, self-distrusting heart; Bow'd before Thee, O Mightiest! whose blest will All the pure stars rejoicingly fulfil II. THE TRAVELLER'S EVENING SONG. FATHER, guide me! Day declines, In the low and shivering thrill Many a swift and sounding plume In his distant cradle-nest, Darker, wilder, grows the night- |