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but the unreserved confidence of the people of England. In the hour 

 of danger they are especially animating, and, whatever might have been 

 the public apprehension on the acceptance of office by the successor of 

 Lord Grey, there can be but one opinion now. For integrity of cha- 

 racter, respectability of talent, ingenuousness of disposition, and deter- 

 mination of purpose, we believe Lord Melbourne has not his superior in 

 the assembly of which he is so bright an ornament ; while, for the equal 

 distribution of each of these elements in a mind of no ordinary excel- 

 lence, he certainly has not his equal. 



In all probability the Corporation Bill will be so mutilated in Com- 

 mittee that the Ministers will not adopt it. Certain it is, should such 

 be the case, the House of Commons will withhold their concurrence. 

 The people, therefore, must once more buckle on their armour, and 

 fight the good fight, relying no less on the certainty of ultimate 

 triumph, than on their own invincible strength. 



POLAND. 



UP for Poland! Arm for Poland! 



England, France, Iberia, Spain : 

 Wilt thou Ireland ? wilt thou Scotland ? 



Tamely echo Poland's pain ? 

 England looks, with eyes askance, 

 On chivalrous while-liver'd France ! 

 Arm for Poland ! god-like Poland ! 

 From the Saracen's dark shore 

 From America and Finland, 



To Sobiesky's soil of yore ! 

 Hoarse barks the wolf the bark of war ; 

 The blood-stain'd vulture screams from far ! 

 Arm for Poland! prostrate Poland ! 

 Basely laid by Freedom's grave ! 

 She who scorns the tyrants' band 

 Bleeding, drooping ever brave ! 

 Shall human nature see her quail 

 Siberian perfidy prevail ? 



Arm for Poland! Memory'' s Poland ! 



If she be laid on Freedom's bier, 

 And buried not by Heaven's command 



While mourning patriots kiss the tear. 

 Arm for the WIDOW'D, England's England! 

 White-live r'd France hath " murder'd" Poland ! 



