The seizure of the Principalities by the Russian bear was an act of aggression which must be allowed to be unblushingly bear-faced.
Pity.—We have a great pity for a man who is ruining himself, but very little for the man who is ruined.
SABBATARIAN TEMPERANCE MEETING AT GLASGOW.
A Numerous and highly influenced meeting took place last evening at Glasgow, to protest against the proposed opening of the Crystal Palace on Sundays, as being likely to lead to that of other instructive exhibitions, tending to seduce the people from the spirituous observance of the Sabbath.
It is notorious that the sobriety of Scotland, generally, is particularly exemplified in the statistics of drunkenness at Glasgow. The assembly of Sabbatarians was held in the building appropriately denominated the National Temperance Hall. There were about a thousand persons present, though a gentleman on the platform declared that he saw twice as many.
The chair having been taken by a Mr. M'Glashan, or Gregalach—we could not, as he himself gave the name, make out which—the proceedings commenced with an inarticulate solemnity. The Chairman then called upon Miss Smasher—as we understood. He meant, however, Mr. Maxswill, deacon and drysalter, who said—Gemman-ladies—hech!—that is, mabluvbraythren—an' sesthers—'a shink a neednafashmysel' to shplain zh' objeck o' zhis meet'n. (Hum!) 'Su mosportant objeck. Nashligion! Nashmorality! 'Scration o' Shabbas. Zha's zh' objeck—to preven' 'scration o' Shabbas (Hum-um-m-m-m!) Joost that. 'A shay, to preven' 'scration o' Shabbas. By op'nin' Crishlpalaceashunday. Na' ca' zhat 'scration o' Shabbas? Na' 'scration o' Shabbas?—then sh'like to ken wast ish. Not a Scosh quesh'n? Zha's an unco lee! Mosportant Scosh quesh'n. Joost your neebor's biggin in a low!—zha's a'. Infecsh'n spread like wildfire and brimson. Scotland catch't o' England (Hech! hech! and laughter). Open Crishpalace—open Brismusheum neist—open Nashgallery—open a' siccan places—enst'tutes—hawsoscience—aiblins leebraries—whilk is waur. Gar sinfuwretches taktobuiks! Sh' prospeck's awfu'! Hop a' shall nev' livetosee sic bocksli'nes i' Scotlum. Scosh a mol people. A molpeople an' ar'leegious people. 'Stroy 'leegion shap zh' varra base o' morality. 'Mortal Burns (Cheers)—Cotter's Saturday Night (Immense applause) Eh? But open Crishpalace a Sun'ay and whosh's become o' Cotter's Sunday morrin'? Cotter's a' richt noo a Sun' mor'n. A'richt! Gin not at kirk—seekin' speeritchal cons'lation elsewhar. (Hech, hech! hum-um-m-m!) Takkin's nappie over his wee drappie in's ainhameithinglenook. Bet' be dune zhat zhan glowrin at peckturs, an' stotchies, an' stuff'dbirdies an' beasties, forbye lezzardancrawcadil deevles—objecks o' nashistory an' artanshiensh, an' ither warks o' darkness—o'zh Shabb's. Scollan ev' tollate sush 'scration o' Shabbash as zhash? (Never, never!) Weelzhen!—mush lay protest at zh' foot o' shrone. Temp'rate and 'shpeckful protesh!—mush be temp'rate and shpeckful! But firmansteady. An' plain—not be mishunstood. Joost as 'a stan' the noo o' mahurdies—joost as 'a shpeak—zh' firm and speckf'l temp't anshteady pro'st o' zh shober 'nabitantsh a Glassgie gains 'scration o' Shabbas. (Tremendous cheers.)
The speaker then proceeded to move a resolution, but found unfortunately that he could not see to read it. He was followed in speeches of a character similar to the above, by Baillie M'Bree, Mr. Sottie M'Quaigh, Mr. Pintstoupie, Mr. Williewaucht, and the Rev. Mr. Toddiewhoskie. "We are na fou'" was then sung, and the meeting separated at a late hour in a state of excitement bordering on delirium tremens.