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profitable employment. Hence it is the landlord, but also the whole of that the evil of pauperism spreads the profits of the occupying tenant. so rapidly and extensively in every Impelled by these considerations, country, where, from a defective parishes begin to adopt these means or vicious organization of society, of relieving their poor ; instead of any considerable portion of the work- giving money to support them in ing classes may be unprovided with idleness, they allot land, to the culreproductive employment.

tivation of which every hour which It is very gratifying to find that the labourer can spare may be apthe system which has recently at- plied. The industrious workman is tracted so much attention,--that of thus provided for by means which attaching a small allotment of land do not cost the community a single to the cottage of the industrious la- farthing; for in every instance he bourer, to be cultivated by spade hus- pays an adequate, and in many cases bandry, spreads so rapidly through- even a high rent for his allotment. out the country. It would be tedi This is a subject which appears to ous to specify the various districts deserve the serious attention of the into which it has been introduced; it Legislature ; every obstacle which is sufficient to say, that wherever the may tend to impede its extension experiment has been judiciously ought to be removed. If generally made, it appears to answer the most adopted, it could scarcely fail to resanguine expectations of its advo move the most crying evil of the precates; it emancipates the peasant sent day-the hopeless pauperism of from the condition of a parochial able-bodied labourers. This is the slave, degraded and demoralized by true and only way of relieving the oppression, and places him in a state industrious classes in this country of comfort and independence. It ob- from the oppressive influence of the tains the countenance not only of the Free Trade system. The superabunwealthy landowners, but what holds dant population of the manufactuout the promise of making it still ring districts would be gradually more general, the farmers of the withdrawn; and the wages of the recountry begin likewise to open their mainder would consequently rise. eyes to the palpable advantages of The condition of the whole working the system. The labouring classes classes would be thus improved, evince the utmost eagerness to ob- and content and happiness would tain these small allotments; they are once more bless this land. The ruin willing and able to pay for them a and misery brought upon the labourmuch higher amount of rent than ing poor by the wicked experiments could be afforded by the ordinary of the Economists would be removed, farmer. In a parish not far from and we should be no more alarmed Wells, land appropriated to this pur- by the vapid and absurd declamapose lets at the enormous rate of tions about superabundant populaeight pounds per acre; it is no doubt tion. The population of this counof very good quality, and notwith-, try is superabundant, merely because standing

the present depressed state our stupid regulations exclude the of agriculture, the industrious cotta- people from the fields in which their geris enabled to pay this high rent, and industry would prove highly producat the same time to derive from his tive to themselves as well as the comallotment a considerable surplus, as munity at large. Let the soil of the a reward for his own labour. The country be but properly thrown success of these experiments begins open to the industry of our labourto produce its natural effect; land- ing classes, and we shall hear no owners begin to see that, by adopting more of a surplus population. The this system, they can derive a much cant and nonsense of the pseudolarger revenue from their property, Economists will sink first into conthan by letting it to a common farm- tempt, and then into oblivion. The er; and among the occupiers of ex- patience of the public will be no tensive farms, the conviction gradu: fonger teased by absurd schemes for ally gains ground that nothing short transporting one portion of the comof the general adoption of this plan munity for the benefit of the other can prevent the poor-rates from ab- portion; and the public feeling will sorbing not only the whole rent of cease to be outraged by horrible sug

gestions for checking population. Let ments of land; and this would the the people of Britain have but a free more especially be the case in potrade in land and cottages, and we pulous districts. It is well known, care not one farthing to what other that small houses, even now, return branches of industry this principle a larger profit for the capital exmay be extended; we are convinced pended in building them than more that the practical result of throwing extensive erections; and it cannot the soil of the empire open to the in- be questioned, that a comfortable dustry of our population, would be cottage, with a small allotment of to create a want of hands, instead of land attached to it, would prove a a want of employment. The present still more profitable mode of investcompetition for labour would be ing capital. An incalculable amount changed into a competition for la of the accumulated capital of the nabourers, and this would inevitably tion might, in this manner, be dissecure to the workman the full hire posed of to the great advantage both of which he is worthy. To us it ap- of individuals and the public. While pears indeed perfectly unaccount this mode of investing capital would able, that some portion of the over prove an incalculable blessing to the flowing capital of this country has poor, it would, by diminishing the not already taken this direction; it aggregate of our floating capital, and could be rendered perfectly clear, raising the rate of interest, prove exthat in no way could it be made so tremely profitable to the rich capiproductive as by being invested in talist. building cottages upon small allot

THE VETERAN TAR.

BY DELTA.

A MARINER, whom fate compell’d

To make his home ashore,
Lived in yon cottage on the mount,

With ivy mantled o’er ;
Because he could not breathe beyond

The sound of ocean's roar.

He placed yon vane upon the roof

To mark how stood the wind;
For breathless days and breezy days

Brought back old times to mind,
When rock'd amid the shrouds, or on

The sunny deck reclined.

And in his spot of garden ground

All ocean plants were met-
Salt lavender, that lacks perfume,

With scented mignonette ;
And, blending with the roses' bloom,

Sea-thistles freak’d with jet.
Models of cannon'd ships of war,

Rigg'd out in gallant style ;
Pictures of Camperdown's red fight,

And Nelson at the Nile,
Were round his cabin hung-his hours,

When lonely, to beguile.
And there were charts and soundings, made

By Anson, Cook, and Bligh ;
Fractures of coral from the deep,

And stormstones from the sky;
Shells from the shores of

Stuff'd birds, and fishes dry.

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Old Simon had an orphan been,

No relative had he;
Even from his childhood was he seen

A haunter of the quay;
So, at the age of raw thirteen,

He took him to the sea.

Four years on board a merchantman

He saild—a growing lad;
And all the isles of Western Ind,

In endless summer clad,
He knew, from pastoral St Lucie,

To palmy Trinidad.
But sterner life was in his thoughts,

When, 'mid the sea-fight's jar,
Stoop'd Victory from the batter'd shrouds,

To crown the British tar ;
'Twas then he went-a volunteer

On board a ship of war.
Through forty years of storm and shine,

He plough'd the changeful deep;
From where beneath the tropic line

The winged fishes leap,
To where frost rocks the Polar seas

To everlasting sleep.
I recollect the brave old man,-

Methinks upon my view
He comes again-his varnish'd hat,

Striped shirt, and jacket blue;
His bronzed and weather-beaten cheek,

Keen eye, and plaited queue.
Yon turfen bench the veteran loved

Beneath the threshold tree,
For from that spot he could survey

The broad expanse of sea, -
That element, where he so long

Had been a rover free!

And lighted up his faded face,

When, drifting in the gale,
He with

his telescope could catch,
Far off, a coming sail:
It was a music to his ear,

To list the sea-mews' wail !

Oft would he tell how, under Smith,

Upon the Egyptian strand,
Eager to beat the boastful French,

They join'd the men on land,
And plied their deadly shots, intrench'd

Behind their bags of sand ;-
And when he told, how, through the Sound,

With Nelson in his might,
They pass'd the Cronberg batteries,

To quell the Dane in fight,-
His voice with vigour fill'd again !

His veteran eye with light?
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Then the Lairde he made his horse to rere,

And the beiste he snortit awsomelye; “ If maydin Mariote is withynne,

Go bid hir speike ane worde with mee. “ For I am the mychtie Lairde of Lonne,

The hero of the Scottish lande; And I am comit in cortesye,

To claim your winsum ladyis hande.”
And then he maide his horse to spang,

Als though he wolde not renit bee,
Quhille the graivell flewe lyke bullet shouris-

It wals ane gallante sychte to se!
The mayden squelit and keikit bye,-

Och, sir! myne leddye is at her quheele, And sho moste spynne her daylie tasque,

Else sho and I can ne'er doo wele.

“ Sho is ane pore but thryftie daime,

Quha workethe out her daylie breidde, And hath no tyme to jaulke with ane

That cairryeth so hie ane heidde. “Quhan you can worke with spaidde and shole,

Or dryffe ane trade of honeste faime, Then come and woo myne ladye deire,

Till then speide back the gaite you caime.” Then the Lairde of Lonne, he thochte it goode,

To take this connyng May's avyse,
For ane womyn workyng for her breidde

For him to wedde would not be wyse.

So he turnit his horsis heidde about,

Quha neither spangit nor caperit nowe, But the plomis upon the Lairdis helmette,

They noddit dourlye ower his browe. Then hee has gone to the Lorde of Marche,

And hee has toulde him all his taille ; And that goode lorde hee laughit at him,

Quhile bothe his sydis were lyke to faille.
Quod hee, “ It wals the May herselle,

I know it by her saucye saye;
But go you back and courte her welle,

She may notte, can notte saye you naye. « And scho has Landale touir and toune,

Whitfielde, and Kelle, and Halsyngtonne Her very tythe of yearly rentis

Wolde purchesse all the landis of Lonne." The Lairde he ́mountit his gallant steidde,

And staitlye on his saddyll sette, He nevir styntit the lycht galloppe

Untille he came to the Landale yette.

He gaif his steidde untill ane manne,

And staitely strade into the halle, Resolvit to win that ladye fayre,

And her brode landis the best of alle.

And there he stode, and there he strode,

And often sent he benne his naime; But all that hee could saye or doo,

They wolde not bidde him to the daime. For the mirrye May she jinkit and jeerit,

And the oulde foteman gyrnit amaine, But the Lairde hee wolde not mofe one fote,

But manfullye hee did remaine.

At length May Mariote she caime downe,

Lyke ane brychte aingelle comit fro hevin, And askit howe he daurit intrude

Into a maydenis bower at eyin ?

Quod he," Myne deire and comelye daime,

I hidder come to maike demande
Of quhat is welle myne rychte to aske,

Youre maydene herte but and your hande.

“ For I am the hero of fayse Scotlande,

No knychte can stande before myne armis, And welle it suittes the fayreste daime

To yielde the hero up hir charmis."

“ If you be the hero of fair Scotlande,

Then woe to Scotlande and to mee! There is not ane manne on all myne lande

But wald thwacke youre hyde most hertilye. “ You haif caipperit at the tourneymentis,

And broken ane speire in ladyis sychte; But there is not ane knychte of nobyl blode

With gladdyautter bowis to fycht. “ To mete our meaneste Borderer's mychte,

The menne whose daylie worke is stryffe, Walde let you knowe quhat fychting is,

And plie youre helis for dethe or lyffe.” The Lairde he trampit with his footte,

Quhill all the hallis of Landale rung; “ Madame," quod he,“ were you ane manne,

You sholde repente youre wyckede tongue.

“ There is myne pledge, now taike it up

Als franklye als you se it throwne,
And if you haif ane hero in fayre Scotlande,

I pledge myne lyff to bryng him downe !" “ I lift the gauntlet," said the dame,

“ To-morrowe come to thyne dejeune, And pass you furthe to este or weste,

Or northe or southe, als sutis thyne tune,

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