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PAGE 16th. The narrative of Lord Byron's new Poem, "The Island; or, Christian and his Comrades," is founded on the mutiny of the crew of the Bounty, which occured in the south sea. The unfortunate young officer who headed the mutineers, was Fletcher Christian, a native of Moorland Close, near Cockermouth. He was my class-fellow, (along with William Robinson of Eaglesfield,) at Cockermouth Free School, for seven years; and I can with truth say, a more amiable youth I never met with: he was mild, generous, and sincere. I have seen a narrative of the causes which led to the mutiny; and though harsh treatment may not justify revolt, yet, morally speaking, it lessens the offence. When Government are sending vessels to the south sea, it is much to be wished they would send a few implements in agriculture, to the little Colony on Pitcairn's Island.

PAGE 90.-One of the provisions of Mr. Scarlett's Bill is, that no relief was to be given to any man, on account of his inability to procure employment. If this be legislation and civilization, give us the trackless desert, the tangled forest, the barren mountains, for our residence; wild beasts for fellow commoners. What society! that forces a man from his home, and compels him to crimson the land and the wave with his blood,

in defence of its complex interests! that would drag him to the halberts or the scaffold as a traitor, if he deserted that duty; would drive him from the barren heath as an intruder, if he attempted to raise his own subsistence; and yet would answer the poor applicant, in the language of Falstaff to Bardolf, "I will not give thee a single penny,—no not a penny.

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Mr. Scarlett appears to be a disciple of Parson Mal. thus, and I hope the only one that Divine ever made. He grounds his Bill upon the plea, that there is an unlimited provision for the poor. The only punishment I could wish to see inflicted on Mr. Scarlett, would be to put him on that unlimited provision, for twelve months; he would then find, that it is calculated upon how little of the coarsest food human nature can exist upon.

My present limits will not permit me to grapple with Parson Malthus. I should be glad to meet him on his own ground, the law of nature; from which I should probably read him such a lecture, as he has not heard at the seminary where he was educated. to know who was his Preceptor.

I should like

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On the spot where she slumbers, let myrtles and roses,
Around her lone tomb, their branches intwine;
Oh! sweet be her rest, and the minstrel's bold numbers
Be boldest and sweetest when breathed o'er her shrine.

Though far from thy home and thy country thou sleepest,
Thy memory through Gaul in affection is blest;

And the sigh which each bosom breathes saddest and deepest,
Shall be sent to Helena, the land of thy rest.

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