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THE ROTATORY PARLIAMENTS.,

THE FUGITIVE INSURGENTS.

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HOW TO GET OUT OF A FIX.

.SECTION I.

AN ACT FOR REGULATING THE…

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MURDERING BY LAW!

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MURDERING BY LAW! (COMPOSED FOR THE PLUNCIPALITY.) LET gallows gape for dogs-let man, go free," Let abrogation prune our criminal code, Let every Shylock disappointed be,- To aiiswerjustice, let's divert the road. Thisanciellt, cruel, rude, and barbarous law,— Relic of feudal tyrants—savage race— Has a malignant tendency to draw A veil o'er Britain's glad and glorious face. The murderer murdered is a solemn scene- Why prematurely thus hurl'd to his tomb ? Religion shudders—whilst a crowd obscene Laugh at their fellow-mortal's awful doom. Humanity.weeps, and would stretch forth a hand To save the man from death—perhaps from hell But, no-stern law cries, honour my command And vulgar, cruel tongues, shout, that is well. True, he is guilty of a murderous deed, The most atrocious seen in any land; His mad propensities were allowed to feed On foul revenge, till blood hath stain'd his hand- Man's blo.od !-and now that gory visage grim Haunts him for aye, and infamy brands his name; But,. Britain, know the fact, by murdering him, Thou too art haunted—branded just the same. Listen, oh Britain! are thy actions right ? Do they not rather lessen thy renown Do deeds: too barbarous even for the night, Reflect a ray of glory on thy crown ? Peace to thy crown-but take not life away, The image of God stamps that unhappy soul, Which thou art hurling, ere its destin'd day, To his unchangeable and eternal goal. Why is that crowd convened ? there you can see No feeling, friendly, charitable heart; The thief, the murderer, and the debauchee Are jostling there—can these some good impart ? Riot and mirth have brought their votaries there, Now they'll repent—now they will kiss the rod,— Oh, no I their iron hearts seem full of cheer, They hiss the culprit, and blaspheme their GOD In this can justice retribution find ? Does this morality and virtue preach? Can this exalt and cleanse the human mind, And can such horrors love and mercy teach ? They never can—experience proves this truth, The human heart yields not to such a key Then be it the mingling voice of age and-youth, Let gallows gape for dogs—let man go free." J. E. J.

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ELECTION INTELLIGENCE.

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. 'TWO SLIPS FOR SYMONS."

ARRIVAL OF LORD J. RUSSELL.