A nobler triumph still awaits thy winning, Glorious and happy be thy coming hours, So may a nation's blessing spring in thine. CORNELIUS O'FLANAGAN AND THE MALTA ANCHOVIES. (From the "Clubs of London.") A FEW years ago, an Irish officer, who belonged to a regiment in garrison at Malta, returned to this country on leave of absence; and, according to custom, was fond of relating the wonders he had seen. Among other things, he one day, in a public coffee room, expatiated on the excellency of living in general among the military. "But," said he, "as for the anchovies,—there's nothing to be seen like them in the known world !" "Why, that is a bold assertion," said a gentleman present-"I think England can boast of that article in as great perfection as any country, if not greater." "My dear sir," replied the Irishman, "you'll pardon me saying that your opinion is founded on sheer ignorance of the fact excuse my plain spaking: but you'd soon be of my way of thinking, if you saw the fruit growing so beautiful and large, as I have seen it many's the day." "Well done Pat!" exclaimed his opponent; "the fruit growing so beautiful and large!-on a tree, I suppose? Come you won't beat that, however." "Do you doubt the word of a gentleman, sur?" returned the officer. "I doubt the fact, sir," answered the gentleman. : "Then, by the powers! you only display your own want of understanding by so doing and I take it very uncivil of you; for I've seen the anchovies grow upon the trees with my own eyes many's the time, and beautiful's the grove of them that the Governor has in his garden; besides, the walls of the fortress are completely covered with them." "Upon my soul," returned his opponent, laughing heartily, "you out-Mandeville even Sir John himself, and he was no flincher. He it was, I believe, who asserted that oysters grew upon trees on the Malabar coast; but you give us anchovies, ready pickled I suppose, from the same source.' "Then, sur," returned the Irishman, "am I to understand that you doubt my word?" "You may understand what you please; but, though the licence of travellers is generally allowed to be pretty extensive, you must not suppose that either I, or any other gentleman in this company, are to be crammed with an absurdity so palpable as that of anchovies growing upon trees!" "As much as to say, sur, in plain terms, that I have told a lie !-say the word, sur, and I am satisfied. I'm not quarrelsome, sur; but, by my sowl! only say that, and you had better been born without a shoe to your foot, or a shirt to your back !" "Neither you, sir," returned the gentleman, "nor any other man, shall compel me to say, that I believe that which is by nature impossible." "Then, sur," I'll beg lave to address a few words to this honourable company; after which, if you do not retract your word, and own your conviction that what I have said is true, I shall insist on your meeting me in another place, more convenient, may be, for settling disputes, than this room.' "Go on, Sir," said the gentlemen. "In the first place then, gentlemen, upon my honour and conscience! as I have a sowl to be saved, and to escape the pains of purgatory, I swear by all the saints in the calendar, and the divil himself to boot, that I would scorn to tell a falsehood to man or mortal. These very eyes have, on ten thousand different occasions, seen the anchovies as plump as gooseberries, growing on, and plucked from, the trees, in his Majesty's island and fortress of Malta. In the second place, "Impossible!" interrupted his opponents, "I tell you to your face, that you never saw any such thing." "The lie direct," exclaimed the military hero, "by St. Patrick! it's more than a christian officer can bear. But I'll keep myself cool, for the honour of the corps; and I'd advise you, sur, if you can't be aisy, you'd better be as aisy as you can,-for if you spaik such another disrespictful and imperious word, I'll not call you out at all; but by the powers! I'll smite your eye out of your head, and plaster the walls with your blood! But, sur, I was going to observe in the second place, that it is a rule in the army, that no gentleman shall presume to doubt the word of another, unless he can positively prove that he is wrong, and that too, on the spot; therefore, sur, even suppose I had told you a lie, you have no right, by the laws of honour, to challenge me with it, because you niver were at Malta at all, and, of course, could not see the thing with your own eyes. But, sur, I have only to remark to ye, that you have not only insulted an officer and gentlemen, but an Irishman; therefore, I trust, that every one present, will admit that I have had sufficient raison for requiring satisfaction."' "Satisfaction! pooh, pooh! for what? For a mere difference of opinion?—Nonsense!" exclaimed several of the party. "I beg your pardon, gentlemen," returned the officer, "no difference of opinion at all; he has given me the lie direct, and Cornailius O'Flanagan's own father's son wont take the lie from man or mortal; even, as 1 said before, if it was true. Do you know the way we begin to fight in Tipperary? I'll tell ye, if ye don't. Paddy chalks his hat, d'ye see, all round the rim of it; and down he throws it on the green turf,— 'I should like any body to tell me now,' says he, that this is'nt silver lace!" So then away they go to it with the shillilagh. You understand me, sur, that is our way; an Irishman's honour is dearer to him than his life, and even when in the wrong, he'd sooner die, than have a lie thrown in his teeth. So now, gentlemen, I'll bid ye good night, and as for you, sur, there is my card, which I shall be happy to exchange for your's." The Englishman, of course, gave his address, and the next day the parties met' attended by their seconds. They fired, and O'Flanagan's shot took effect in the fleshy part of his opponent's thigh, which made the latter jump about a foot from the ground, and fall flat upon his back, where he lay for a few seconds in agony, kicking his heels. This being observed by the Irishman's second, he said, "you have hit your man, O'Flanagan, that is certain; I think not dangerously, however, for see what capers he cuts. "Capers! Capers!" exclaimed the Irishman. "Oh! the heavenly Father! what have I done! what a dreadful mistake !” and running up to his wounded antagonist, he took his hand, and pressing it eagerly, thus addressed him :-" My dear fellow, if ye're kilt I ax yer pardon in this world and the next, for I made a divil of a mistake; it was capers that I saw growing on the trees at Malta, and not anchovies at all!" The wounded man smiling at his ludicrous mistake and apology, said," My dear fellow! I wish you had thought of that a little sooner; I don't think you have quite killed me, but I hope you will remember the difference between anchovies and capers as long as you live.' On reading the Tablet placed in Saint John's Church, in this Town, to the memory of THE REV. JOHN CLOWES, M. A., LATE RECTOR OF THAT CHURCH. [We must really apologize to our worthy Correspondent of the Duke of Sussex Lodge, for the erroneous manner in which these lines were inserted in the March Magazine; the error arose, not from any alteration by the Committee, the fault lay entirely with the printer, who states, that the copy having accidentally got defaced, after it was sent to him, so that the latter part of it was rendered illegible, and without consulting the Committee, the compositor inserted them in the form they were then printed. We therefore readily comply with the request of our correspondent, to insert the lines in this Number in their original form.] WHOE'ER thou art, with rev'rence tread The sacred mansions of the dead; Not that the monumental bust, Or sumptuous tomb, HERE guards the dust If virtue, science, manly sense, If language that ne'er gave offence, The clearest head, the tenderest heart, In thy esteem e'er claimed a part,— Oh! to his memory shed a tear, For, know, that CLOWES lies buried here. CEREMONY OF LAYING THE FOUNDATION STONE OF THE NEW CHURCH, AT CHESTERFIELD. [IT is seldom that any occurrence takes place, of a nature to reflect honour on the national character of the country, but the principles of Odd Fellowship are conspicuously shown. Whereever charity requires the support of the public, Odd Fellows flock together to throw in their mite; whenever a movement takes place for the welfare of the community, Odd Fellows take a prominent part in it. It is a source of pleasure to contribute to the happiness of mankind, nor is it less gratifying to find that the public, who have been so much prejudiced, and in many instances, embittered against our Society, acknowledge their error, and endeavour to compensate for it, by rendering us a just meed of praise. The following article, abridged from the "North Derbyshire Chronicle," is a proof, among many others, of the truth of the foregoing remarks, and will be read with pleasure by those who wish well to our cause,] ON Wednesday, May 17th, this interesting ceremony took place, and was regarded as a festival by all ranks of the inhabitants. The proceedings of the day commenced by a public breakfast, served up in excellent style, to which about 150 gentlemen sat down; among whom were his Grace the Duke of Devonshire, who had come from London expressly for the occasion; and a great number of the clergy and magistrates of the neighbourhood. About one o'clock, the King William the Fourth, and Terra Firma Lodges, of Chesterfield,-the Benevolent Lodge, Brampton,-the Sir Henry Hunloke, Wingsworth,-and the Royal Scarsdale Lodge, Hasland,-belonging to the Manchester Unity, assembled in the New Square, where they were met by the Union Friendly Society, the children of the National and Sunday Schools, &c.; and shortly after, the procession proceeded to the ground, accompanied by bands of music, numerous flags and banners, flower girls, and an immense concourse of spectators. The above named Lodges had also the honour of bearing the silver trowel, for the laying of the stone; and also a glass jar, containing two Derbyshire newspapers of the preceding week, a printed form of the procession, and different coins of the present circulation, to be deposited beneath the stone. VOL. 4-No. 8-3 B On arriving at the ground, the flower girls strewed the area of the church with flowers, and the ceremony was commenced by singing the 100th Psalm, accompanied by the band. The Rev. A. Poole then presented the Duke of Devonshire with the silver trowel, after which, the usual ceremonies of laying the stone were gone through, the jar, &c. were deposited under it, and a brass plate was fixed on the stone, with the following inscription in Latin and English :: "The first stone of this church, dedicated to the Holy Trintiy, and which the "inhabitants of Chesterfield, aided by the contributions of many others, have "caused to be erected by voluntary subscriptions, was happily laid by the Most "Noble William Spencer, Duke of Devonshire, Marquis of Huntington, Knight "of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, Lord Lieutenant of the County of "Derby, &c. &c. &c., the 17th day of May, in the Year of our Lord, 1837, and "in the seventh year of the reign of King William the Fourth.-Thomas Johnson, "Architect." At the conclusion of the ceremony, a hearty cheer burst from the assembled multitude, and after it had subsided, his Grace expressed the gratification he felt at observing so numerous an assemblage of all ranks and all classes, testifying the great interest they felt on the occasion. He then passed a high encomium on the Vicar of Chesterfield, stating that it was owing to his efforts that the present building had been commenced; his liberality was a gratifying proof of his zeal in the cause of religion, and he sincerely hoped this object would tend to advance the moral and religious improvement of the town and neighbourhood. He highly appreciated the honour conferred on him, by his being selected to lay the foundation stone of this edifice, and fervently hoped for the prosperous completion of the design. His Grace was loudly cheered during his address. A prayer was then offered by the venerable the Archdeacon of Derby, after which, the Vicar, the Rev. T. Hill, addressed the assemblage in a speech of great talent, but of which we are precluded by its length, from giving even a sketch. A hymn was then sung, written for the occasion, and after "three times three" cheers had been given, the procession returned from the ground. On reaching the Angel Inn, his Grace expressed himself highly pleased with the manner in which the ceremony had been conducted. The Rev. T. Hill also, on behalf of the Committee, expressed their obligation to E. T. Coke, Esq., of Brismington Hall, for the admirable manner in which he had superintended the procession, and conducted the services of the day. Mr. Coke in returning thanks, said that he was quite unprepared for the compliment which had been bestowed upon him, and he trusted that his past services would be an evidence of his good intentions for the future. He also returned thanks to the Independent Order of Odd Fellows, and said that great praise was due to them for their good conduct during the whole of the proceedings, for had they been one of the oldest disciplined regiments in the army, better order and regularity could not have been preserved by them, than had been done on the present occasion. Shortly afterwards, his Grace left Chesterfield, for the "Palace of the Peak," amid the cheers of the concourse of spectators, who appeared to view the events of the day as calculated to be of the greatest utility to the town and neighbourhood. A MIDNIGHT HYMN. To thee, all-glorious, everlasting power, Whilst darkness robes in shades the spangled sky, Should the scene change, and pain extort my sighs, Arm'd with so bright a hope, no more I'll fear Oh! may my pray'r before thy throne arise, Duke of Sussex Lodge, Manchester, Aug. 1, 1837. EXTRACTS FROM A SERMON, Preached before the INDEPENDENT ORDER of ODD FELLOWS, at Northallerton, on Whit-Monday, May 23rd, 1836, BY THE REV. G. TOWNSEND, M. A. Vicar of Northallerton, and Prebendary of Durham.* In looking over the Rules, &c. of your Society, I find you are associated for the purposes of promoting good-will and harmony among each other, and that your motto is Friendship, Love, and Truth,-and in a particular page I read these words: "Our principles and laws are based on the one grand summary of all rectitude, Whatever ye would that men should do unto you, even so do unto them.'"' Now these are the words which were spoken by our Lord in the sermon on the Mount, when he explained to the gathered people the spiritual nature of the Law of God; and I could have, therefore, no hesitation (as I thought it would be both appropriate and useful) to adopt your own well-chosen summary of duty, as the foundation of my address to you—to appeal to you on your own principles, and to select for my subject the words you have yourselves chosen to direct and guide you. We will proceed, therefore, to consider this direction of Christ to his followers. It shall be my text on the present occasion. The words are found in the seventh chapter of St. Matthew's gospel in the twelfth verse, "Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do ye even so to them; for this is the law, and the prophets." Out of your own mouth do I judge you, whoever you are, and by whatever name,—-whether common to all christians, or peculiar only to your own society,-who adopts these words as the principle of his conduct. The principle, indeed, which is embodied in these words ought to be the rule of conduct to us all; and what I now say, therefore, may be applicable to every person. * * * * * * * * * Let us, then, now consider the second part of our subject-the nature of that duty which Christ our Lord has taught and commanded us, in the words I have selected. Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do ye even so to them—that is, whatever be the measure of mercy, or of justice, of kindness and benevolence, of forgiveness and forbearance, that we desire others to shew to us, that same measure of mercy and justice, of kindness and benevolence, of forgiveness and forbearance, we must shew to them. Whatever we seek from others, we must give to others. Now it may seem, at first sight, utterly needless to attempt to explain this rule of con. The Rev. Vicar's eldest son has joined the Order since the Anniversary. |