Over and over the broad earth's brest, Over and over the maia, From the Isles of the Kast to the Teles of the West There is welded a golden chain, Over the hundred years gone by Voices are borne on the sea "Ye have warred our wat, yo Wye cried our cry, Yo have conquered, even as we."
Tyranny darkened our Western light ('Twas a hundred years ago), When our fathers sailed for the fateful And struck the all-saving blow.
'Tyranny grasps at your island throne, Darkeos your Youlm of the Sun But your signal to-day has been Nelson's own, And his' word on your warships won.
Ye have learned our lore of the glorious We have received the " British North Shanghailanders to justify to long-drawn-out Ist inst.—H. E. the Governor tappd he ally in the height of a tropical summer, first rubber-yielding tree in British North our correspondent forgets—possibly his Borneo at Sekong estate on the 24th ult: undue jetty to chastise us unhappy There are now estimated to be about overcome his reason—that 57,000 trees and the Company therefore present condition of Ireland is due in the should soon reap the benefit of their en-main to the Irish themselves aad not to the Government which they are pleased to terprise.—Straits currency was adopted term barbarous. Being Irish myself, and from the Ist inst—H. M. 8. Rambler is spent the greater part of my life completing her surveying duties on the in Treland, I have come to the conclusion west coast. that no Government will ever find favour there while the people are kept in their present state of ignorance of the usual state
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