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ce of Parties.
lower orders should not break off - from the leaders who have ruined
and betrayed them. We lament the
we shall do our utmost to alleviate Tit, so far as we can, but we know y that it is unavoidable. Misery and
has burst forth among the young and try, in 1815, and the same 1
is the most fleeting ; that ma the force of contrast, the splendid ness and folly bring about a ce talents which they were unable to tain and speedy retribution in t appreciate. The brilliant eloquence, affairs of nations as well as indi sound constitutional principles, and duals; and that no cause is hopele enlarged views of these eminent to those who have the vigour young men, prove how fit they were maintain, and the courage to defend to form the brightest ornaments of The duty of the Conseryative ban the Senate; their rejection, the mi- who, in the midst of the general d serable prospect of salvation which mocratic madness, find a place the Reform Bill affords to the coun. the Legislature, is sufficiently plai try. But let them not be discou- Let them adhere steadily to the raged; the time will come, when principles; recollect that on them, they will speak to as willing as the sacred band of Thebans, the so they have hitherto found adverse hopes of their country now rest audiences among the lower orders, and that, victorious or vanquishe and when the admiration wbich the admiration of posterity and th they have universally awakened a- gratitude of their country will a mong the educated gentlemen who tend them if they never 'swerve fro could understand, will be shared by the path of duty. Let them join i the ignorant multitude, who will no coalitions to throw out the M then have learnt by suffering to ap- nistry; disgrace themselves by n preciate them.
It suffering must tame the fierceness er of passion in nations as well as in: r. dividuals; the laws of nature are g not to be broken with impunity; ce 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.
Are these the speculations, merely e of philosophy, unsupported by esX perience ? 'Look at Bristol
, and say 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 Reforsi,
and the desire for revolution, so C strong as in that devoted city;
where is it now so completely ex
unions for a momentary triump) Let those who are depressed by with the Radicals; but steadily an the portentous strength of the Revo- uniformly consider Revolution a lutionary party in the new Parlia- the demon which they are sent ther ment, console themselves by the re- to combat, and, by the blessing o flection of the fleeting nature of popu- God, will ultimately conquer. Bi Jar opinion. Let them recollect what uniformly adhering to this principle England was when it ran mad with they will remain perfectly clear of democracy in 1642, and when it was the march of innovation, and all its intoxicated with loyalty in 1661. Let ruinous excesses and consequences them reflect on the revolutionary they will have nothing to reproach fervour which convulsed France in themselves with in their public ca. 1789, and contemplate the whole reer ; and when suffering has taught National Guard of Paris six years af- the people their errors, and anguish ter combating the forces of the Con- has tamed their passions, it is to them vention, to restore the royal authority that the nation will turn with tears in that afflicted city. Let them think of repentance, and their patriotism of the Duke of Wellington, the idol which it will celebrate in strains of of the people, the pride of his counc exultation.
tinguished, and the old English feel 1 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 han 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 hr the glorious morning of the re
HYMNS OF LIFE.
BY MRS HEMANS.
THE PRAYER OF THE LONELY STUDENT.
Soul of our souls! and safeguard of the world!
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, With the strong joy. of Immortality! Now hath strange sadness wrapp'd me-strange and deepAnd my thoughts faint, and shadows o'er them roll, E'en when I deem'd them seraph-plumed, to sweep
Far beyond Earth's control.
Wherefore is this ?-I see the stars returning,
And to the wanderer lone,
And not to me?
And is the gladness taken
And now an alien !--Wherefore must this be?
How shall I rend the chain ?
How drink rich life again
Oh! if too much exulting in her dower,
My soul, not yet to lowly thought subdued, Hath stood without Thee on her Hill of Power
A fearful and a dazzling solitude!
And therefore from that radiant summit's crown,
Shine on him thro’ the cloud!
Let the now darken'd earth and curtain'd Heaven
Bear him on High once more,
But on Thy strength to soar,
To solemn service high;
Because no human tone,
Unto the altar-stone,
Oh! be the whisper of thy voice within,
Which glorious minds have piled
For mounting to Tby throne!
On wings of inner morn,
The dimness melts away,
That on your glory lay, Oh! ye majestic watchers of the skies!
Through the dissolving veil,
Which made each aspect pale, Your gladdening fires once more I recognise;
And once again a shower
Of Hope, and Joy, and Power,
Than I was wont to trace,
On Heaven's unshadowed face;
Bow'd before Thee, O Mightiest! whose blest will • All the pure stars rejoicingly fulfil
THE TRAVELLER'S EVENING SONG.
FATHER, guide me! Day declines,
. Be my stay!
In the low and shivering thrill
O'er the wild,
Save thy child!
Many a swift and sounding plume
God of might!
Be his light!
In his distant cradle-nest,
Hear that prayer !
Lead me there !
Darker, wilder, grows the night
Thou! to whose unslumbering eyes
Save, oh! save!
BY THE HON. AUGUSTA NORTON.
When forced to join the thoughtless throng,
Consumption's cheek ne'er looks more pure
And could we see the hearts of those,
Then, when you see me smile and laugh