stop his mouth, or, at least, deprive his eloquence of
that only quality which renders it remarkable--that peculiar strength of
language without which it would be wholly unadorned. That this would not
much signify one way or the other is not quite true. It is of some
consequence to the community at large to be presented, from time to
time, with an example of the effects of popish bigotry on the human
feelings and intellect, as afforded by the unrestrained rhetoric of MR.
LUCAS.

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THE OLD FLAG.

One voice from sea to sea,
One thought from shore to shore,--
"Peace if without disgrace still peace may be,
War, if we must have war!"
Curs'd be the hand that draweth brand,
While swords with honour can be spared:
May the hand rot, which draweth not,
When honour bids the sword be bared.

Peace now for thirty years
With Plenty, hand in hand,
One olive-crowned, one crowned with harvest ears,
Have sat within our land,
Twin-sisters dear! To keep them here,
What price would England grudge to pay?
One price alone! Were Honour gone,
How long would Peace and Plenty stay?

Bring out Old England's flag,
Storm-rent from Waterloo!
Fling forth to the four winds the glorious rag,
And bear it England through.
Through vale, o'er hill, by forge and mill,
Past upland village, coastward town,
Up Scottish strath, o'er Irish _rath_,
Across Welsh hill and English down.

Salute it, young and old,
With God-speed on its way!
As it ne'er waved but o'er the free and bold
Pray Heaven it never may.
Still let its course to Fraud and Force
Strike terror from the air;
Still let its sight to down-trod right
Bring hope upon despair.

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HOW WE ARE OFF FOR SOAP!

If any one asks us how we are off for soap it is pleasant to be able to
answer the question in the most satisfactory manner. We happen to be
extremely well off for soap, in consequence of the kindness of some
eccentric individuals who are always sending us by post certain
penn'orths of specimens of saponaceous matter, with which they invite us
to shave ourselves. We have lately received in a letter a bit of
something which we are told will cover our face with "a lather like
thick white paint, over which the razor will glide;" but as we don't
want a razor to glide _over_ our beard, we hesitate to try the
ex