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door ceased, and Mr. Curr appeared at one of the windows, and If this note had been addressed to Sir Robert Waladvised the people to disperse, as the state of the poll would be pole, or some more modern premier, we think he declared on Monday. After some time the rioters gradually dispersed of their own accord, in knots of from fifty to a hundred

might have pooh poohed the scruples of the writer, each. One party proceeded to Mr. Young's shop in Collins and quoted some very great names indeed, who after Street, the windows of which they smashed, and otherwise did being most ignominiously defeated on the hustings, bad considerable damage. Mr. Williamson's shop was also attacked, very complacently sneaked into the house by a rotten but not seriously damaged;

and a stone of several pounds' weight borough,—like a sorry cur, who, after being kicked and other missiles were thrown through the door of the Imperial Inn. The house and shop of Mr. Green, in Elizabeth-street,

away from the entrance hall, finds his way into the was also attacked; several shots were fired by the inmates, and house by the back door ! two individuals were wounded. The military soon after arrived But we are treading on forbidden ground, and shall under the command of Captain Lewis, who, with the police ma therefore leave politics to those who are fond of fishing gistrate, the mounted police, and the constabulary, succeeded in

in troubled waters; there is another subject, fruitful dispersing the rioters and restoring order. Mr. Green was taken to the watchhouse, and although several persons wished to bail

in itself, and most important in its result, but which in him out, the police magistrate did not think it prudent to comply. these days of polemical heat and controversy, we must The mayor's house was also attacked, but assistance being pro put our blinkers on before we attempt to pass it,—the cured, no damage was done. Mr. Cantlin's house was also at

Church. There is, we need scarcely say, a church tacked, and the windows smashed. By eight o'clock in the evening, however, tranquillity was restored."

establishment at Sydney with a bishop at the head of

it. In a recent Sydney Journal we see an interesting While on this topic, we cannot resist the inclination

account of the laying of the foundation stone of a new of selecting from the same channel a short correspon church. dence which appears to us deserving of a more perma Like one who has been toiling up a steep eminence, nent record than the columns of a Colonial Journal, and when he has nearly gained the top, turns round, from which we have taken it,—the Maitland Mercury and looks behind him on the ground he has gone over, of the 15th of July, 1843. We give it as an instance of let us turn back after viewing the height to which, in

and noble independence, and without knowing, or the progress of refinement, Australia has already indeed caring for, anything of the political sentiments climbed, to what she was “ sixty years since.” In the of the gentlemen on whom it reflects so much honour. language of one of the tenderest and most tasteful of From what we can understand of the constitution of

our modern bards (T. K. Hervey), we are thus corrothe Sydney Legislative Council, the government have borated :the power of selecting twelve nominees as members

“ Upon the close of the American war in 1786, Botany Bay holding seats, as formerly (and for aught we know

was chosen as a proper place of transportation for criminals. Of still) our own government had certain nomination

those who took part in the debates upon that question, the more boroughs, which were notoriously filled up by their illiberal and narrow-minded, unaccustomed to extended and phiown members or supporters. It seems that a Mr.

losophical views of human nature, ridiculed the strong colours in

which its advocates painted the future condition of a nation which JAMES MACARTHUR being a candidate for the late

was to be the offspring of crime, and were alike sceptical as to Cumberland (New South Wales) election, was de

the possibility of reclaiming the natives from darkness—and the feated by the popular candidate, upon which his Ex colony from guilt; and uniting them in social ties, and by social cellency, the Governor, addressed him the following interests. The subject was one which afforded ample materials letter :

for ridicule to those who love better to rail than to reason ; but

nearly half a century has since elapsed :—the colony (which was “Parramatta, July 5, 1843.

shortly afterwards removed to Sydney Cove on the south side of DEAR SIR,—The unexpected result of the Cumberland election

Port Jackson) is in a condition to justify the expectations which induces me to ask you, as a member of the old Council, whether

were formed of it;-the moral and natural soils have been found it would be agreeable to you to enter the new one as a nominee

alike fitted to repay the labours of European cultivation ;-and of the crown, one seat being still at my disposal.-Very faith.

the author exposes himself to slight danger of contempt, in drawfully yours,

ing a picture so warm and enthusiastic as that in which he has

GEORGE Gipps. James Macarthur, Esq.”

ventured to prefigure the possible greatness of Australia." *

Since the above was written, Australia has seen The following is Mr. Macarthur's reply, which evinces as beautiful an instance of self-denial and ele

better, and even worse days than her sanguine supvated principle, as would shed lustre on the name of deriders could have had the hardihood to predict. Her

porters could have imagined, or her most incredulous a Fox, a Burke, or a Romilly :

commercial prosperity rose to a dizzy height; a re“Parramatta, July 5, 1843. action followed, from which she is as yet but slowly DEAR SIR-I beg to acknowledge the receipt of your Excellency's obliging communication of this date.

recovering. Intemperate speculation, the usual result The result of the Cumberland election, however unexpected by

of successful and more prudent enterprise, led to severe your Excellency, in common as I believe with a large portion of reverses; but a nation (particularly a young colony) the public, is one which, as a possible contingency, I have fre may be, like the human body, too well; there is quently contemplated. With every desire to aid the government by a faithful discharge health ; bleeding and a reduction of the system is the

something highly threatening in a very robust state of of any public duty intrusted to me, I can have no hesitation in declining the seat in the new Legislative Council which your course usually prescribed under such circumstances, Excellency has been pleased in so kind a manner to offer me, and through that course Australia has been saved from because I do not feel that, after having been rejected by a popu. the usual consequences of a plethora. lar constituency, I could act as a nominee of the crown, either

We are glad to perceive that the hopes of the with advantage to the public or satisfaction to myself.-I have the honour to be, Sir, your Excellency's faithful and obedient

colonists are reviving, and by means too that will servant,

excite a smile. The great exports of New South

JAMES MACARTHUR. His Excellency Sir George Gipps,

* Vide Preface to “ Australia, and other Poems,” by Thomas K. &c. &c. &c."

Hervey. London. 1824.

Wales are wool and sheep. Wool, however, has traint, draws it to its maternal breast by kindly nurdepreciated in price, but a new channel of wealth has ture and cherishing fondness ! appeared ; the Sydney agriculturists may well say, To conclude with the subject with which we com

revenons à nos moutons," for it is to the moutons menced; the rise and progress of this colony under they are indebted for it. We shall not, like the Mait all the fearful disadvantages with which it has had to land Editor, “indulge in useful reflections, and de contend-of mismanagement from incompetent goverlightful anticipations, which this new resource so nors, a felon population, and being made the depôt of plentifully suggests, but content ourselves with an overfed market-is as creditable to its own restating, that instead of shearing the sheep, they now sources, as it is satisfactory to the mother country. boil him down for tallow. The following little bit We have seen, that little more than fifty years since, concludes with such a charming aphorism, that we this beautiful and almost boundless territory, for its cannot omit it.

extent is not even yet fully discovered, now so replete

as we have shown with the graces and elegancies of “We would say to the settlers, thén, use the golden oppor

life, was an uncultivated desert, or, to adopt its own tunity of bettering your circumstances, which has so miraculously turned up-use it thankfully-use it promptly—but use it

homebred phrase, “a bush.” The solitary kangaroo, advisedly and with MODERATION. A sheep shorn may live to or the coarse savage a thousand times more brutish be shorn again ; but a sheep boiled is gone for ever."

and untractable in his nature,- for here We shall have our own “ delightful anticipations" on

“ while along creation Music ran, this new discovery, and hail its influence on those in

She placed no echo in the heart of man!"dispensable accessories of domestic life, “ long fours,” its only inhabitant; and the first traces of civilization and “short sixes."

spread by the very off-scourings of London vice and Thus have we endeavoured to sketch the progress depravity. And now! may not an Englishman point of our colonies; and we shall soon feel them, if we don't to it with pride and exultation as a proof of what mend our own pace, treading on our heels. Like an English energy has accomplished, and what English overgrown boy who has been always treated by his industry can do? Into its beautiful harbours ships mother as a baby, she suddenly discovers that Little

are pouring from each country of the civilized globe, Johnny is almost as big asl herself, and, from the while from them as many more are departing, freighted knocks and thumps he occasionally gives her, almost with the rich products of her natural wealth and as strong. The old lady views the stripling by her industry. Here is food too for the philosopher as well side with some serious misgivings, and thinks it time as the patriot! What, though upwards of fifteen “to do something for the youngster," or the young thousand miles and mighty oceans intervene between ster may feel disposed to do something for himself. Australia and her dependency, English feelings, The young gentleman really “ begins to think himself English objects, and English pursuits there predomiquite a man," and looks with lofty contempt on the nate,–her influence creates-her power commands last pretty toy she made him a present of, although it —the same tastes pervading, the same topics exciting, was a set of bran-new soldiers with red coats, with an and the same mother-words lisped, as in her own ininteresting assortment of whips and guns; he will be fant cradles. From the same altars the same creed is no longer pacified with such pretty playthings as used acknowledged, and to the same throne of grace the formerly to stop his mouth, and has recently evinced Great Dispenser of all good is supplicated in the same symptoms of “rebellion” and insubordination of a

prayers! most decided character ; besides an independence The great cities of the earth have passed away," and of acting and thinking quite distressing to the old made no sign;” the scholar and the antiquary cannot lady's nerves. Does old mother England take the

even agree as to their site. The glory is departed hint? Will she allow us to remind her that she has from Athens, and Rome is her own melancholy monubeen already deprived of one of the most thriving of ment. May not England anticipate the same doom? her brats, Miss Columbia, whom she snubbed as a child, May not the capital of the world share the same fate till the young lady made a bolt of it one fine morning ? as prouder capitals have before her? May not our and she may rely on it, some of the bold hussy's prolific soil be exhausted, the seat of our manufacyounger sisters will, if she does not manage them tures be removed, the resources of our national wealth better, be following the bad example.

be dried up or exhausted ?-Yes, as far as this small Gentle reader, hold with us but a little longer-we plot of earth is concerned; but what is to prevent her are not going to inflict on you a chapter of colonial empire over the seas being maintained in a wider field policy, although we have reason to believe that such a

for action, where her energies will have a bolder and topic would not, at the present time, be out of place. freer scope ? The English people are now beginning to think that

“What though the temple from its base decline? their colonies are worth their regard : they don't at all Its hallowed things may deck another shrine. relish the idea of the Russian bear putting his paw What though thou perish on the northern wave ? upon the East Indies; and they have not the slightest Thy phønix spirit shall escape that grave ! wish, at present, that the West or Canada should

Thy fame shall mock the wasting flood of years, form part of the United States.

We have no appre

Worlds are thy children, continents thy heirs !

I see them in the east, and in the west, hension ourselves of either of those events, but rather Where'er the ocean heaves her troubled breast; hope that England will herself discover, that if she Wide o'er the regions of the setting sun, will preserve her empire, her colonies must not be dis Where mighty streams through vast savannahs run; regarded. May her government of them be that mild

'Mid woods coëval with the land they shade,

And bright wing'd birds in every sunny glade ; parental control, which, instead of disuniting its off

'Mid lakes, whose deeps the plummet's search defy, spring by unsympathising coolness and proud res

And hills that hide their summits in

sky;

Where to the wandering eye, a world appears

English because a mighty ocean divides it from the Veil'd in the mystery of four thousand years—

maternal soil. I see thy children, children spread afar, And gather up thy arts of peace and war.”*

These are speculations, we admit,--that they are wild

or premature we deny; but they suggest mighty conYes! it needs no great stretch of the imagination siderations, of which the ultimate fate of a great nation to prefigure the seat of the English Empire removed the most favoured under heaven—is the chief. to a country, already its own adopted child, almost boundless in extent, the parts already discovered being nearly as large as the whole continent of Europe, forming as it does a portion of the globe already too unwieldy to be placed within any of its former divisions, and demanding one for itself alone. With every capability and variety of soil and climate -in general nearer to her other dependencies, including Canada, both the Indies, the Oriental Archipelago, those numerous islands in the Polynesia, in the Pacific Ocean, Van Diemen's Land, New Zealand, from which it is barely separated-and in all of which civilization is not only dawning, but its sun has almost risen, all revolving like satellites round the star of nations, - Australia may be considered as that part of the British Empire which the prophetic eye regards as the future seat of English power. Great Britain may become classic ground; and centuries hence, pilgrims may wander over the deserted and moss-grown streets of London ; yet what patriot would feel his amor patriæ wounded in the foreknowledge that the sun of English power may set in its present northern sphere, to rise again in the East, in another region, not less

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* T. K. Hervey's Australia.

A SUPPER SCENE IN THE OLDEN TIME.

“Give me good wine,

Court, tradesmen, and men of 'Change. A house here Wine is the word that glads the heart of man ;

and there was of brick-few were of stone—and the And mine's the house for wine."

The New Inn.

majority were of wood, with picturesque fronts and gables, and occasionally a rude carving on each side

of the upper portions of the house, rough in execuBefore the great Fire of London in 1666, and Lon- tion and Gothic and grotesque in conception. To don reviving in unwonted splendour under the genius call attention to their ill-displayed assortment of of Sir Christopher Wren, the highway to Westminster wares, the tradesmen employed their apprentices, lads by Ludgate and Charing Cross wore a look in every like Frank Tunstall and Jin Vin, to draw the eye of way different from its present every-day appearance. a likely passenger to their masters' wares by a claThere was scarce a shop-front of glass in the whole morous roll-call of goods and chattels, with the everline,-goods were exposed for sale either in small recurring, “What d'ye lack ?" like the “Buy, buy, pent-houses abutting from the main building, or in buy," of the butchers in Newport Market. Some of booths such as we see still at country fairs. Temple the nobility had their houses in this street with their Bar was a plain barrier or postern, very unlike the gardens extending to the river side, as the Temple present archway of Wren's making; the pavement Gardens extend to this day: the Inns of Court for the foot passengers seemed very undecided in its and Law were off the street, and Alsatia too was at extent, and the carriage-way altogether unlike the hand. Dr. Donne was the vicar of St. Dunstan's; Holyhead Road or the even surface of Fleet Street or but the savages that struck the hours on the church the Strand as we now see them. The chief moving clock, to the joy and wonderment of many, were portion of the street (for it is to Fleet Street we refer) not then in existence. Isaak Walton's house was was made of waggons, somewhat unwieldy, but pic- near the Bar; while where Child's Place is now, stood turesque in make; a stray carriage or sedan; with a the Devil Tavern, the favourite resort of Ben Jonson, citizen on his quiet palfrey, and a gallant or two of and all who desired to be sealed of the tribe of Ben. the West End breed, mounted on mettled horses, and This tavern in its exterior gave, like the majority of dressed to the last point of fashionable perfection. the then London houses, no great promise of the comThe foot passengers were gentlemen of the Inns of fort and good cheer within, though for the days when

verses:

Jonson reigned there, it was one of the better sort of large and lofty room, with a gallery for music at the street tenements. The doorway was neat even to a upper end. In this room was held the Apollo Club fault, and the small diamond-shaped panes in the -a collection of choice spirits brought together by windows clean even to a nicety. The porchway the directing genius of Jonson. Over the door, in gold was filled with rosemary and flowers. The sign that letters, and on a black ground, were the following hung outside gave rise to many a hearty laugh, for it was at once humorous and local in its allusions. The

Welcome all who lead or follow, Devil was seen, (and a good sized stage Devil in ap

To the Oracle of Apollo.pearance he was,) having his nose, not tweaked, but

Ilere he speaks out of his pottle, pulled till, “ Lord how he roared again,” by the

Or the tripos, his tower-bottle : Saint to whom the parish church was dedicated. St.

All his answers are divine,

Truth itself doth flow in wine. Dunstan was seen in a kind of saint-like exultation,

Hang up all the poor hop-drinkers, and the whole sign was no common piece of pictorial

Cries old Sim, the king of skinkers; workmanship. Above this humorous sign-board was

He the half of life abuses, the Sun, Phæbus-Apollo, and the name of the land

That sits watering with the Muses.

Those dull girls no good can mean us; lord, to wit, Simon Wadloe. Underneath was seen,

Wine it is the milk of Venus, in raised gold letters

And the poet's horse accounted :
Welcome all who lead or follow,

Ply it and you all are mounted.
To the Oracle of Apollo.

'Tis the true Phoebian liquor,

Cheers the brains, makes wit the quicker ; A better landlord or a kinder-hearted man than

Pays all debts, cures all diseases, Simon Wadloe never existed. His was a roguish eye,

And at once three senses pleases.

Welcome all who lead or follow, and a ready and a witty tongue. His look was

To the Oracle of Apollo.
Rosy and reverend, though without a gown,

Above the door was the bust of Ben, the founder. and Simon “ brewed good drink for gentlemen :” he This room (for we defend the system of describing drank freely himself, was a judge of wines, and even old upholstery) was fitted all round with a panelling of of “ viler liquors;" for, like Chaucer's cook

oak, carved from the plain skirting of the floor to the

rich timbered ceiling above. Two rows of medallions Well could he know a draught of London Ale.

in high relief ran all along the upper lines of the room Aye, and a good glass of Bordeaux-wine withal; for -medallions such as Torrigiano would have carved Simon, from the Docks in Tower Street to the Royal and Walpole purchased—such as we see at the Sun Cellars at Whitehall, was famous for picking and Tavern at Kelvedon, in Essex, to this day. The firechoosing, and selling pure and honestly. There was place carried its proud height to the very rafters of the no “allaying Thames” in what Wadloe sold. He ceiling. Its

open and capacious mouth was filled with drove a good trade, and was known from Mile-end to flowers, a branch of the glossy and poetic bay-tree surMarylebone-from Whitechapel to Whitehall, known, mounting all. Tables of elegant wor anship, and too, and respected.

chairs as varied in shape as the drinking-cups to be seen The flooring of Wadloe's doorway was of red brick, below at the bar, stood on a Kidderminster carpet, covered with clean rushes. His own sanctum or bar then a dear article and of rarity. The rules of the was richly ornamented with all the materials for drink room, cut in marble, and of Ben Jonson's ordaining, and drinking : forbye a fine red-cheeked, ripe-lipped, were let into a panel over the fire-place. They were well-shaped wife, and a comely daughter, some seven in Latin, and twenty-four in number, all convivial and teen, the very image of them both. The variety of sententious. drinking-cups were in measure and fashion almost It was a fine day in June, and some time in the endless. Some of elm, some of box, some of maple, reign of the martyr Charles, that as the cry descended some of holly; with mazers and broad mouthed dishes to the bar of “ Score a pint of bastard in the Dolphin," from a pottle to a pint, and from a pint to a gill, and Wadloe's wife was busy chalking up the debt, a tall noggins, whiskins, piggins, crinzes, ale-bowls, wassail- figure, somewhat up in years and apparently fatigued, bowls, parcel-gilt goblets, court-dishes, tankards and was seen to enter within the bar of the Devil Tavern. cans; with cups made of horns of beasts, of cocoa His suit was of black, neither in the fashion nor out of it; nuts and gourds, ostrich-eggs and shells of fish, shining his make large and corpulent, with an ungracious gait, like mother-of-pearl. These were above, while below but one that told of activity in former times. His eyes were seen small-jacks tipt with silver, the great black were large and lustrous, and his whole face great with jacks such as the Christ's Hospital boys still use, and thought, and, though scorbutic, highly interesting. the court-bombards, which, when the French first saw, There was a perpetual play of humour and merriment

they reported at their return into their country, that upon his lips, and he wore the air of no common, the Englishmen drank their commoner kind of liquors every-day character. out of their own boots."

The drawers bowed becomingly as he entered, and The rooms in Wadloe's house were not distinguished in taking his short cloak and sword from him, were as ours are now. Names supplied the place of num• interrupted by Wadloe, who assisted in such offices bers. There was the Half-Moon, the Portcullis, the the more favoured of his guests. “ Well,” said Pomegranate, the Three Tuns, the Cross Keys, the the stranger in black to the fair hostess at the bar, Vine, the Queen's Head, the Crown, the Dolphin and " the Duke looks well and hearty ; nothing seems to the Bell, one and all so styled from the figures on the go wrong with Simon, nor with you, Mistress Margaarras with which they were hung.

ret, nor my pretty god-child there : I seldom come to But the chief room was The Apollo," a handsome, see you now,- I am not what I was, and it is a long

way

from Westminster here; but I must move nearer tlemen at that moment put a stop to the flowing faciyou, for Simon's house is rife with old doings. One lity of his speech, and that grace and manner of combecomes younger in thought as he enters. But have pliment and remark which he understood so well in all the guests come yet? Is Dick here? or have you seen its moods and tones and bearings. “What, Sir John," Sir John ?" These questions and others answered, said the more unreserved of the two, who knew his man, the stranger was conducted up the stairs of the tavern, “still unchanged ! still unchanged!"_“Ah! are you that seemed familiar enough to his feet.

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here?" he replied. “O yes, still unchanged. It were The stranger had not many minutes ascended the a crime to unnotice nature in her utmost loveliness. stairs, with all the satisfaction of one who looked upon Mine is the homage which man pays, or ought to pay, the place as his own best home, before a very different to beauty, in whatever rank of life it is found—in the kind of guest was seen to enter the Devil Tavern. court or in the cottage-at a masque at Whitehall, or Youth, handsomeness, gaiety, and intellect were on his here at the bar of the Devil Tavern.”—“ l'gad, it is countenance, his step was easy, clean, and graceful; the old story, Suckling,” said his friend,“ here is the his body, though slender, well-proportioned and up- poet and the man of pleasure in one. Everything you right; his hands, for one was uncove aristocratically enact or do is your own poetry put into ion. small and white; his legs manly, and his feet in what “Ah !” said Suckling, laughingly, “your Lordship the painters call in exact keeping with his figure. Nor knows the vein—it was once your own.

But let us had he allowed his person to want any of the recom up to the Apollo, and to the oracle there of our own mendations which dress could lend it. The cultivated erecting. I love the god that we have set there, and finish of the man was at once perceptible in the ease long to see our father after his late attack of the palsy, of his acknowledgments—the gaiety of the man of which never shook a nobler intellect than his." pleasure in the way he smiled upon and spoke to the “Never, never," said the two, as they accompanied daughter of the host and hostess. He had thought it the gay, the witty, and poetical Suckling to the room a sin to have passed beauty by without a smile of in in the Apollo, where they found several guests astelligent admiration.

sembled, that seemed, from their greetings, to know Our gay gallant had lingered in all likelihood at the one another well. bar of the tavern, had not the entry of two young gen Here, surrounded by several friends, stood their

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The Debil Tabern.

is My

oracle, and poetic father : for the fine large figure in all like a man, is burning with desire to see you. My black we have before attempted to describe, was no man, Dick Brome, is known to you all, and Dick can less a person than Ben Jonson, who, in advancing to need no recommendations." The several parties here welcome his guests, was shaken most heartily by the accosted one another in the most friendly and fraternal hand by the three that had recently entered.

manner. Lord, I am glad to see you—the name of Falkland has But who is to relate the doings and sayings of that ever been dear to me; and you, Sir Henry, (for the evening—as well may we endeavour to revive the merry friend was Sir Henry Morison,)

meetings of the Mermaid, the subtle flames of wit that

were kindled there, or the bright sayings that passed Two names of friendship, but one star,

current on such occasions. A painter may as well atI wish you both most heartily welcome here : and you, tempt to paint the inimitable cestus of the Cyprian Sir John, not less so. My son Randolph, who writes queen, or supply by colours, and on canvas, the all rare

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