300 Notes of the Month on [ Marcu, 
Hear it, ye traitors, far as wave 
Or wind can drive you—hear it rave ; 
Hear it, ye livid, craven crew, 
Scorn of the old world and the new, 
Ye cleansings of the nobler jail ; 
And give America the tale. 
Hear it, ye sons of every crime, 
That stains the man, or shames the clime ; 
Thief, perjurer, traitor, murderer, all 
Hear from your depths the kindred call! 
Shout, brothers of the whip and chain ! 
Blasphemers! echo back the strain. 
Hear it, ye old unlucky slaves, 
That justice trampled into graves ; 
Hear, Atheist Jackson, mad Despard, " 
At length has come your native bard ; 
Hear it beneath your gibbet-stone, 
Ye grinning wrecks of Sheares and Fone. 
Hear it! ye rude and nameless crowd, 
That sleep your last without a shroud ! 
Ye clay, that shot and sabres strewed, 
When justice crushed rebellion’s brood ! 
Ye festerers in the bloody ground, 
Start at the old congenial sound ! 
But where’s the striker of the string? 
To scoundrel life the slave shall cling, 
Still shift and fawn, abjure and lie ; 
Yet comes his hour. The slave shall die. 
The axe shall drink his recreant gore ; 
Then Ireland shout! Thy shame is o’er. 
The burning of York Minster is of course a matter to be much 
deplored, for its sacrifice of some very fine portions of the finest of 
English cathedrals. But we hope that the investigation will not close 
with the punishment of the miserable fanatic who did the immediate 
mischief. Was there any due precaution used? Where were the watch- 
men, or church-officers, that ought to have been taking care of a build- 
ing of so much value? The story is told, that, in a spirit of curious 
economy, the single watchman (who cost twelve shillings a week) was 
cut down to half-pay, and that his watching was thenceforth to be only 
on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays—cathedrals being never capable 
of conflagration on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. For this tale 
we cannot vouch, though it is current enough. But we hope, at least, 
that other cathedrals will be taken better care of, and that other Martins 
will not be suffered to take possession of their pulpits, and harangue on 
the glories of arson, previously to the deed, quite so much without audi- 
tors, as the burner of the Minster. . 
«On the Sabbath evening there was service in the Minster as usual, 
and all appeared to be left safe. About four next morning, a man passed 
through the Minster yard, and saw a light in the building ; but, it not 
being very considerable, he supposed there might be workmen preparing 
a vault, or otherwise engaged, and he consequently passed on without 
inquiry. The discovery, however, between six and seven o'clock, was 
made in a most extraordinary manner. A young boy, of the name of — 
Swainbank, who is one of the choristers, was passing through the mas- 
