o, but not the kind hearts I had known;
The bells that I heard rang in Sassenach steeples,
And wanted the music I loved in my own.

An' I fancied they scorned me, the poor plant of Erin,
Them roses so gaudy, them thistles so tall;
An' I thought as they tossed their proud heads, it was sneerin'
At my poor lowly leaflets, wid no flower at all.

But by little and little I felt that about me
The soil gathered cheery, and kindly, and warm;
And the illigant flowers that I thought meant to flout me
When I larnt what they said, sure they meant me no harm.

The hands I thought cold I found true in their tending,
The hearts I thought hard, sure, were soft at the core;
So I opened my leaves with less fear of offending,
And the longer I knew I loved England the more.

For my Queen is a mistress that's gentle and tender,
And oft my poor leaflet her bosom adorns;
She says I've my sweetness, if roses their splendour,
An' if I've no blossoms, why, sure I've no thorns.

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MOTTO FOR THE LEADER OF THE CHINESE REVOLUTION.--Heads I win, Tails you
lose.

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THE INSTITUTION OF OUR SPECTRE OF CHELSEA.

The following "Pastoral" has been published by an obscure individual,
who pretends to adopt a certain episcopal style.

To the Inhabitants of Chelsea, Brompton, Fulham, Kensington, and the
Neighbourhood, Health and Good Digestion.

Respectable and Intelligent,--From the Apparition of GILES SCROGGINS of
tuneful memory, to that of the Head of the Woolly Quadruped which
manifested itself to WILLIAM WHITE, there was no want of spectral
appearances sufficient to convince the enlightened British Public of the
existence of Ghosts. Not to mention the unfortunate MISS BAILEY, who,
after suspension by the cincture of her own stocking, revisited an
unprincipled CAPTAIN SMITH, nor to say more than is necessary of the
Ghost of Cock Lane, it may suffice to cite the instance of the
Hammersmith Ghost which, as is well known, appeared to, and terrified a
great many people. And now lately, in this very place, which is not far
from that, there has appeared a Ghost, which has frightened multitudes;
as countless thousands among you are able to testify.

But the incredulous--insensible to the force of table rappings,
disbelieving the prodigies of clairvoyance, and deriding the wonderful
visions of the Crystal--who, in s