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Chwiliwch 15 miliwn o erthyglau papurau newydd Cymru

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[FOR THE " GUAKOIA5."]

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[FOR THE GUAKOIA5."] THE DOOM OF THE TRAITOR. Hcgcnlr of Caitrtff Cajertle. [Cardiff Castle was besieged by Oliver Cromwell in person for three days. On the night of the last day, it was taken by means of the stratagem alluded to in the following]:— i. How fancy to the se recalls, "Whilst gazing on these ancient walls, Where ruin note the eye surveys, The scenes of long, departed daJ8! The Olden Time, when bower and Hall, Rang with the shouts of festival; Or when in sultry noon, "Within the cool and verdant shade, By overarching branches made, Minstrel's or Maiden's footstep strayed, Beneath the blue of June! Oft-times when 'neath yon Donjon gray, The brother of a monarch lay, Sighing his dreary years away Warrior and Prisoner, shield and spear, Are numbered all with things that were; And in yon roofless magazine, Wild flowers and tangled boughs are seen The crow, the daw, the owl have made Their nests within its hoary shade, And but their flapping wings, Disturbs the stillness of the place, Where struggled once a warlike race, In bloody strife of kings u. Peace with her halcyon pinions broods O'er these delicious solitudes The daisy decks the dewy sod, Where the mailed heels of warriors trod Wall-flowers and stately trees abound Where the grim warder took his round And oft a deep-toned challenge sent, From bridge and moat and battlement! Here, where upsprings the primrose pale, Let's weave from history a rhyme A strange, true legendary tale- Of Cardiff in the Olden Time. III. Long since in dark and troubled days, Wild war lit up his awful brand, And threw its red, unnatural blaze O'er this devoted land! Then brother warred against his brother, Then sons against their sires arose, And Britain, like some maddened mother, Found in her children, foes Then the loud shout of cavalier, Or Roundhead's war-cry smote tha air; And happy homes in dust were laid, And British blood defiled the blade, Forced upon British ground— Then from his throne a king was driven, And in the name of God and Heaven, The state's strong cords unbound 'Twas then 'neath this old castle gray, A stem, beleaguering army lay And cries of fierce defiance rose, On either side, from mortal foes. IV. From the Roundhead camp the cry upwent, For the Lord of Hosts, or the Parliament!' And long-drawn hymns and sounds of prayer, Rose on the Morning and Evening air— But on CardifPg turrets and rampart's high, God and King Charles was the loyalist cry! Twice the glowing sun arose, Lighting to strive the eager foes; Twice the golden orb bent down, Behind the mountains bare and brown \— His earliest and latest beams were shed, Upon the wounded, dying, and dead- On Castled height lay some Cavalier Smiling defiance in death And the Roundhead below, with brow severe, And grasping bible and bloody spear, Yielded his fanatic breath. v. 'Tis midnight—through the Parliament Camp, Is only heard the measured tramp Of the sentinel, as to and fro He paces with footsteps heavy and slow And who, if assailed by ghostly qualms, Quotes through his nose from the hymns or psalms; Who goes there V is his sudden cry, A friend,' the word V but no reply Comes from th' intruder, who, upright, Fearlessly stands in the pale moonlight; And his armour and plumed cap declare That he comes from the ranks of the cavalier. VI. 4 Bring the Deserter!' Cromwell cried, Now, Caitiff, say'st thou thou wilt show God's chosen soldiers, undescried, This subterranean path below The river's bed, and lead us straight Within yon Castle's stubborn gate I will, but my reward 1' a smile Curled Cromwell's lip, I'll use no guile,' He answered, do thy work, and I Swear that thy guerdon shall be high- Aye higher shalt thou be than all Who yonder keep loud festival; Fools their .stronghold, to-morrow's sun Shall see a mighty victory won, By the sword of the Lord and of Gideon!' VII. Cardiff Castle's baronial Hall Is lighted as if for a festival; The shouts of war and of wild affray, Died with the sun's declining ray Many a doughty cavalier, Has laid aside the sword and spear; Many a flagon is drained, and the sound Of martial song, or of jest goes round- Roof-tree a.nd rafter ring As curses they vent on the Roundhead crew, And toss off their bumpers with honours due To the name of their Lord and King. VIII. ■ Along a caverned way which led Under the river's rocky bed, Guided by treachery—silently sped The troops—a secret door was unbarred, And vain was the watch of the Castle guard, The Roundheads filled the inmost yard When the dawn of the coming morn appeared, Loud shouts of victory were heard And the Parliament banners that waved on the wall Of Cardiff Castle, declared its fall! IX. With arms reversed, and footsteps slow, I rom the conquered fortress the garrison go — And within the castle yard, And along the Parliament ranks doth come To the gloomy sound of a muffled drum, A Prisoner and his guard Ha 'tis the soldier who yesterday Led Cromwell's troops through the secret way; He comes for his Reward! Traitor! prepare,' with brow of gloom, Stern Cromwell said to meet thy doom I used thee but as an instrument, By Him' I serve, to his chosen, sent;—• The topmost bough of yonder tree, The high and fit reward shall be Such, Traitor, as I promised thec- And thy reptile life shall close A warning unto friends and foes.' x. And ere another hour had past, The soldier swung in the morning blast; And Cromwell's voice of thunder rolled Along his follower's ranks, Behold A Traitor's fate—I gained the prize, But such vile Caitiff tools despise Gaze on him as he swings on high, For all who dare like treachery, As the Lord lives, such death shall die." NEMO.

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MARTIN CHUZZLEVVIT FOR JULY.

OPPOSITE VIEWS OF A WELL-KNOWN…

STATE OF SOUTH WALES.I

Glamorganshire Summer Assizes.

Nisi Prius.

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BUTE DOCKS, CARDIFF.

-, GLAMORGANSHIRE CANAL.

PORTH CAWL SHIPPING LIST.

- NEATH SHIPPING LIST.

THE REVENUE.

Saturday, July 15, 1843.