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bability of losing them, nnd the consequences which must ensue on that 

 loss, without serious apprehension ? While the people of Canada are 

 burning with discontent, and complaining loudly of the burthens they 

 bear, and the ill-treatment they receive, they see, on the opposite side of 

 the boundary that separates them from the United States, a people 

 almost untaxed, public officers receiving small salaries, and subject to 

 the control of the constitutional legislature ; and they find that the result 

 of such advantages is to leave the people who enjoy them flourishing 

 and contented. The contrast which this offers to their own condition 

 must be bitter enough. Without indulging in prophecies, the justice of 

 which nothing but their fulfilment can prove, it is obvious, that if the 

 Canadas should ever become a part of the United States, that country 

 would be the most powerful in the whole world ; and the bare pos- 

 sibihty of such an event, ought to induce this country to adopt a different 

 line of policy towai-ds her loyal subjects. Justice and good faith, no less 

 than prudence, demand that the British government should listen 

 patiently to the complaints of the people of the Canadas ; that they should 

 redress them, if they are well founded (as in this instance some of them 

 have been proved to be) ; that they should exercise with moderation the 

 power they possess, and promote their own interests by fostering the 

 rising prosperity of a state which may become one of the most important 

 in the world, and which, at all events, is of incalculable value to this^ 

 country. This is all — less, even, than this, is all that the people of 

 Canada have required ; and even if they had urged their complaints 

 with more bitterness than it appears they have resorted to, a temperate 

 and dignified consideration would surely have been more becoming on the 

 part of government, than the cool neglect with which their complaints 

 have been received. 



TURKISH WAR SONG. 



Allah ! il Allah ! the Battle draws nigh, — 



The brave live for ever, but recreants die ; 



Lift up the voice of the trumpet aud drum. 



The Dehlis are mounting, — they come ! they come ! 



Oh, Death is fearful to cowards, who fly 

 From the bright stern glance of his awful eye. 

 And theirs is the gloom of his withering frown. 

 As their sordid dust to the grave goes down 

 Where never gentle hands shall spread 

 The flow'rs that love the valiant dead. 



But he has a smile for the dying brave. 

 And he bears him to Paradise, not to the grave, 

 To the dark-eyed maidens whom warriors love. 

 Who watch from their golden bowers above. 

 For the glittering flash of his wings of light. 

 As he soars thro' the clouds of the gloomy fight. 



— Hark ! to the deep and boding sound 

 As the rushing Spahis shake the ground, 



— Hark to the wild and thrilling voice. 



The crash of their meeting — rejoice ! rejoice ! 



Allah ! il Allah ! — moiuit — mount and away ! 



1^0 WM with the coward who shrinks from the fray, 



"Where the sabres flasli thickest plunge deep in the light. 



And conquer, — or sleep with the Blessed to-niglit ! J. R. O. 



