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Contagion. Belgium, thy cultur'd fields were far too near
The awful crater of the burning mount ;
To have infected thee. Can we account
for actions which amount
To something much akin tintoxication ?
Now, that's what oft—too often-proves the fount
Did we but know when we were well off
What wouldst thou have ?—'twere really hard to tell,
Amidst thy various bickerings—since repented.
It had been wiser to have represented
Your hardships to a king, who's not demented ;
To heal”, or wound, or wrong, had you but hinted.
1 I find the following just remarks on the Belgians and the King of
It is an ugly thing a bloody fray,
You claim, and roughly question, as is said,
Some moneys levied by the parent state; Forgetting that the arms, as well as head,
For common weal, must aid at common rate.
"Tis further rumour'd, that you loathe and hate The Dutch, and would reject the combination ;
And why? because they neither pray nor prate As you do.-What a cause for separation ! “ Divide would you be conquerd," that's quotation.
Pretty reasons for a quarrel.
the Netherlands, in a work lately published at Brussels, entitled, "Les Destinées futures de l'Europe,” Pages 219, 220. “ Ces memes Belges aujourdhui (1828) a l'abri d'une constitution liberale, et sous le gouvernement d'un Roi qui joint la garantie de ses vertus personnelles à la protection des lois, cherissent cette meme royauté, qui leur portait ombrage, qui les met en possession d'une liberté, dont ils n'avaient jamais joui sous des formes plus republicaines, et dont ils n'avaient eu que le vain simulacre.”
It is not by the form, but by the zeal,
With which our prayers are breath'd, that we're made good. A Saviour came with mercy—came to heal
All those who felt, believ'd, and understood.
Righteous himself, it was the righteous mood,
Who wanted but one flock-one brotherhood !
Come, come, sweet Brussels, trust to good Mynheer,
Shake hands, and you'll yet prove a prosperous race ?;
his cheese-his wife shall wear your lace.
1 Up to this period (February 1831), though there is no longer any hope of a re-union between Holland and Belgium, it is not yet determined who shall wear the crown of the last mentioned country, the King of France having, with a consideration for the peace of Europe, creditable alike to his heart and head, declined that high honour for his son.
Mayhap it may not be here out of place,
Of an old well contested doughty case,
" THE BULL FAMILY.
By the Powers ! we've at length got a great liberator,
And soon shall arise from confusion and shame.
Let us hope that he'll prove a humane Moderator,
And bind us to Erin in fortune and fame.
Och ! has he not, John, with his mighty protection,
Procur'd us such rights as we ne'er had before ? There's Lary, the Papist, has gain’d his election,
And Terence O'Reilly's return'd for Glenroar.
That's all as it ought to be, Pat, 'twas a boon,
Nay, a justice, we ow'd to the fair Sister Isle ; Decreed by that Monarch, whose goodness 1 will soon
Be rewarded with every true Irishman's smile. Now, Brothers (through ties far more sacred than ever)
May I pray thee, beware of a misjudging School, Who, blind to the welfare of kingdoms, would sever
An empire in twain, by their reckless misrule; Who have not, alas ! e’en the foresight to know
That happiness reigns not till discord doth cease ; That constant contention turns friend into foe,
That fighting 's not freedom, Dis-Union not peace !"
Land of the Swiss, where freedom sits enthron'd
On the proud summit of the Alpine range;
With what nor art nor time can ever change !--
Were she e'er call'd to venge
i Written before the death of our late beloved Monarch.