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Belgian Government, obeying their own feelings, as well as lis- 

 tening to the general desire of the people, purchased at his own 

 price (two thousand guineas) The Fall of Nineveh. Though 

 whilst writing this, we feel a deep and bitter regret that our go- 

 vernment and our country, have not been first to set so noble and 

 honourable an example for others to follow ; but that for the 

 future we must rest contented to follow where we ought to have 

 led yet for the artist's sake, and, for the sake of art in general 

 do we rejoice sincerely and gladly rejoice, that, that justice 

 which he has so long and so richly deserved has been at last done 

 him . Let the Royal Academy pause, and consider of these things 

 let the patrons of British Art visit the studio where the Nineveh 

 was conceived then let them read what we have said of this great 

 artist, let them digest our remarks and own our judgment true. 

 We may possibly return to this subject on some future occasion. 



THE STEAM ENGINE. 



FROM " STEAM," A POEM, 



By the Author of" Corn Law Rhymes." 



COME, blind old Andrew Turner ! link in mine 



Thy time-tried arm, and cross the town with me; 

 For there are wonders, mightier far than thine : 



Watt ! and his million-feeding enginry ! 



Steam-miracles of demi-deity ! 

 Thou canst not see, unnumber'd chimneys o'er, 



From chimneys tall the smoky cloud aspire; 

 But thou canst hear th' unwearied crash and roar 



Of iron powers, that, urged by restless fire, 



Toil ceaseless, day and night, yet never tire, 

 Or say to greedy man, " Thou dost amiss." 

 Oh, there is glorious harmony in this 



Tempestuous music of the giant, Steam, 

 Commingling growl and roar, and stamp and hiss, 



With flame and darkness ! Like a Cyclop's dream 



It stuns our wondering souls that start and scream 

 With joy and terror; while, like gold on snow 



Is morning's beam on Andrew's hoary hair ! 

 Like gold on pearl is morning on his brow ! 



His hat is in his hand, his head is bare ; 

 And, rolling wide his sightless eyes, he stands 



Before this metal god, that yet shall chase 

 The tyrant idols of remotest lands, 



Preach science to the desert, and efface 



