... lp.sm-1). THE GOOD OLD CAUSE, AN ELECTION BALLAD. Hurrab, hurrah, for the good old cause I 'Tis a stirring sound to hear; For it tells of the rights and franchises Which our fathesibought so dear: It brings us back to the ancient times, When, like valiant men, they stood, To sprinkle our Infant libbrties With the baptism of blood; WhIlst mailed baron and mitred priest Came riding o'er the lea, ...

... v21beirp. THE GOOD OLD CAUSE. AN ELECTION BALLAD. Hurrah, hurrah, for the good old cause I 'Tis a stirring sound to hear; For it tells of the rights and franchises Which our fathers bought so dear it brings us back to the ancient times, When, like valiaut men, they stood, To sprinkle our infant liberties With the baptism of blood; Whilst mailed baron and mitred priest CtIme riding o'er the lea ...

... Mebirbv, PEERAGE FOR THE PEOPLE, by WILLIAM CARPENTER. London: Strange, Paternoster- row. 1841. This is a work which means should be devised for Placing,, as speedily as possible, in the hands of the whole people;* and in those plaoewhere news-rooms and libraries exist it certainly ought to be at once Placed upon the takes of those establishments. The Peerage for the People is a good, olosely ...

... :r?? 1porm.u. BEVERLEY MINSTRELSY. , jtork^!able, scenes froma Arlhur's secat. Wittobing the settinlg sunb last rny, tbrs of the grated 'vindovw play, OD 01t ecures my living tomb; Thusing Spe my straw I lay, MIarkiOg the C oea of another day O Lisery and gloom. yhinkig bow oft I'd Seen that sun, 4 Th'. proud Arthur's summit clear, I Ris5e 0 knd gilld his reverend head; I pet ii to vlew, ...

... ASOCITP. THE CHARTIST BOLD. A SONG. Timne- Firm as Oak. OH, firrm as oak and free from fear The Chartist bold should be; Iis arm is for his country dear, To achiteve her liberty. Come weal come woe, Still on we go, Our Charter to attain; -our cause is just, in God we trust. We soon shall see our country free. We soon shall see our country free. EOar Charter we know will lay tyranny low, And ...

... Ap~oeptp. BEVERLEY MINSTRELSY. Rlemarkeoe scenes from Arthur' saud. in Watching the setting sun's last ray, S on the bars of the grated window play, That secures my living tomb; it Musing upon my straw I lay, Uarking the close of another day of misery and glOom. Thinking how oft I'd seen that ?? Rise o'er proud Arthur's summit clear, ti And gild his reverend head; a opeoing to view, rampart ...

... ALL the old fashions are about being revived, and among others, we find the Whigs abandoning the gallopade, waltz, and, quadrille, for the old country dance. Doubtless the figure suits them: down the middle and back, change sides, set and turn your partner, is all the go. Well, well, to be sure, what a world we live in ! I It is now some time since we told our old story about the fine lady who ...

... PUBLIC FESTIVAL IN HONOUR OP MD EL VINCENT, AT BANBURY. On Wednesday, the 7th instant, a public tea party was held in Mr. B. Austin's spacious malthouse, v bmn. notwithetaiding the unfavourable state of the weatter, nearly 800 ladies and gentlemen were present to pry a tribute of gratitude to their able and unconaproanising advocate, Mr. 1a. Vincent. The room was splsasdidlly illuminated and ...

... i3pesrp. SONGS FOR THE MILLIONS. No. 1. Millions Arouse I the voice of freedom cries, And liberty re-echoes back the call Ye sons of toil, from slavery arise! Unloose your fetters, and shako off your tbralL Tyrants are slackening their mad career, Their guilty souls are paralized with fear. With firm resolve your sacred rights demand, In manly rectitude put forth your claim; $bow all your love ...

... 39ortro.3 SONGS FOR THE MILLIONS. No.1. .1 ,Jillions arouse I the voice of freedom crles, And liberty *e-6cboes back the call; ye sas of toil, from slavery arise ! Unloose y aur fetters, and sheko off your thrall yyreats are sleckening their mad careert Their guilty souls are paralized with fear. ,ith drm resolve your sacred rfights demand In m ealy rectitude put forth ye our cainm Illot all ...

... ?? ?? BETERLEY MINSTRELSY. Reniarkabl scenes fromz Ardsur's seat. Watehing the setting sobn' last ray, On the bars of the grated window play, That secures my living tomb; Musing upon my straw I lay, Idarking the close of another day Of misery and gloom. Thinking how oft I'd seen that smn, Hiss o'er proud Arthur's summit clear, And gild his reverend head; opening to view, rampart and wall, ...

... Atw- W THE GOOD OLD CAUSE. AN ELECTION BALLAD. ?? for the good old cause! aT astirring souid to hear; F it tells of the rights and' franchises fhlch our fathers bought so dear: I brings us back to the ancient times. When, like valiant men, they stood, sprinkle our infant liberties With the baptism of blood; Wt'ilst mailed baron and mitred priesl Ctule riding o'er the lea, To ,ing from the ...