as Mr. Macauley would not legislate sooner. Send back that petition once too often and the people will do to Parliament what the Parliament did to Charles I.

I have shown what the feelings and determinations of the British people are, and they are written so plain on the walls of England's greatness that I think not only all her rulers who 66 run may read," but those who read may soon be glad to

run.

The following extract from a poem, by William Wallace, is a spirited and correct description of the feelings and purpose of the working classes of England.—With it I conclude the present chapter.

SONG OF THE ENGLISH CHARTIST.

BY THE AUTHOR OF "PERDITE," &c.
THE lord sits high on his old stone tower,
And the blood red wine is there:
The lord hath smiled at his ancient power,
And he lists to an ancient air.

Its stern wild music swelled of old,

O'er the marble arch and the roof of gold,

From the harp of a gray-haired minstrel rolled,—
And around the festal board,

Like a cheerful flash of morning light

The blood-red wine is poured.

Ha! the Chieftain starts from his velvet throne

With a flush of rage and a stifled groan:

The ancient air in its silver fall,

And golden rise, which filled the hall,
Hath sunk unto a breath:

For a wilder, deeper, grander tone
Comes leaping upward-fearful-lone-
And terrible as Death.

"Revel on! revel on! we have waited long,
And writhed like a worm under feudal wrong:
We have fed your veins with the strength of ours,
We have built with our groans your iron towers:
But a stern, deep voice comes rushing down
Like the voice of God with a 'Wo to the Crown:'
We have heard the mighty music roll

Like a surging sea through the Vassal's soul;

And an answer sweeps through the troubled night,
With a shout for the voice and a shout for the Right.
Revel on! revel on! while yet you may!
Glitter on! glitter on! in your bright array!

Hear ye not? hear ye not, through your marble arch,
The iron tramp of the Million's march?

See ye not that the flame of our vengeance plays

In your hall like a Vulcan's lurid blaze-
When the earthquake wakes in a giant-start,

And breaks the chain which has bound its heart?
Revel on! revel on! in your olden power,

As we bide with a smile the coming hour!"

BOOK THE NINTH.

FEELINGS AND DETERMINATION OF THE

ARISTOCRACY.

We certainly subscribe to the doctrine, that the church is the true and only fortress of Conservative principles.-London Times, July 31, 1841.

We cannot bring ourselves to suppose that Sir Robert Peel, has the slightest intention of sacrificing the rights of the farmer, to a thing so trivial and so temporary too, as the popularity of the streets.-Britannia, Feb. 5, 1842.

But the principle is beyond all controversy-that on the safety of the Church of England, depends the safety of the State of England.-Dr. Croly's Historical Sketches.

In 1835, When Sir Thomas Potter represented to the Duke of Wellington the great distress of the manufacturing districts, and said that if some remedy was not applied an outbreak would take place the Duke replied, "I have the means of putting that down."-The Duke would put down hungry insurrectionists, not by supplying them with bread—but bayonets.