THE NEW TIMOR. [From the Morning Post.]

New Zealander, Volume 2, Issue 65, 29 August 1846, Page 4

THE NEW TIMOR. [From the Morning Post.]

The first part of a poem under this title has just been published by Mr. Colburn. It is very far above the ordinary standard of modern veise j and, though we have only just received it, we lose no time in extracting some psrsonal sketches that we are sure will be perused with interest. We have no clue whatever to the name of the author j but if we were disposed to hazard a conjecture, we think the internal evidence of close and accurate observation, clothed in a vigorous and polished style, would justify us in attributing the work to the Hon. George Smytne, noiv, we believe, at Florence. All who are conversant with Mr. Srmthe's writings will admit that, whether we be right or not, our impression is at least well founded. For the sake of greater clearness, we have so far taken a liberty with the text as to prefix the name of the individual subject to each of the following portraits: —

SIR ROBERT PEEL. Now, " on his humble but his faithful steed," Sir Robert rides—he never rides at speed — Careful his seat, and circumspect his gaze; And still the cautious trot the cautious mind betrays. "Wise is thy heed I—how stout soe'er his back, Thy weight has oft proved fatal to thy hack!

THE DUKE or WELLINGTON. Next, with loose rein and careless canter, view Our man of men, the Prince of Waterloo ; O'er the firm brow the hat as firmly prest, The firm shape rigid in the button'd vest; "Within—the iron which the fire has proved. And the close Sparta of a mind unmoved! Not his the wealth to some large natures lent, Divinely lavish, even where mispent. The liberal sunshine of exuberant soul, Thought, sense, affection, warming up the whole; The heat and affluence of a genial power, Rank in the weed as vivid in the flower; Hush'd at command his veriest passions halt, Drill'd is each virtue, disciplined each fault; Warm if his blood—he reasons while he glows, Admits the pleasure—ne'er the folly knows; If for our Mars his snare had Vulcan set, He had won the Venus, but escaped the net; His eye ne'er wrong, if circumscribed the sight, Widen the prospect and it ne'er is right, Seen through the telescope of habit still, States seem a camp, and all the world—a drill! Yet oh, how few his faults, how pure his mind, Beside his fellow-conquerors of mankind; How knightly seems the iron image, shown By Marlborough's tomb, or lost Napoleon's throne! Cold if his lips, no smile of fraud they wear, Stern if his heart, still "Man" is graven there; No guile—no crime his step to greatness made, No freedom trampled, and no trust betray'd; The eternal " I" was not his law—he rose Without one art that honour might oppose, And leaves a human, if a hero's, name, To curb ambition while it lights to fame.

MR. O'CONNELL. But who, scarce less by every gazer eyed, Walks yonder, swinging with a stalwart stride ? With that vast bulk of chest and limbs assign'd So oft to men who subjugate their kind: So sturdy Cromwell push'd broad shoulder'd on: So burly Luther breasted Babylon ; So brawny Cleon bawl'd his Agora down; And large -limb'd Mahmout clutch'd a Prophet's crown! Ay, mark him well! the schemer's subtle eye, The stage-mime's plastic lip your search defy— He, like Lysander, never deems it sin To eke the lion's with the fox's skin ; Vain every mesh the Proteus to enthrall lie breaks no statute, and he creeps through all ;— First to the mass that valiant truth to tell, " Rebellion's art is never to rebel,— Elude all danger but defy all laws,"— He stands himself the Safe Sublime he draws! In him behold all contrasts which belong To minds abased, but passions roused, by wrong; The blood all fervour, and the brain all guile, — The patriot's bluntness, and the bondsman's wile.

LORD STANLEY. One after one the lords of time advance,— Here Stanley meets,—how Stanley scorns the glance ? The brilliant chief, irregularly great, Prank, haughty, rash,—the Rupert of Debate ; Nor gout, nor toil, his freshness can destroy And Time still leaves all Eton in the boy ;— First in the class, and keenest in the ring, He saps like Gladstone, and he fights like Spring! Ev'n at the feast his pluck pervades the board, And dauntless game cocks symbolize their lord.* Lo where atilt at friend—if barr'd from foe, He scours the ground and volunteers the blow, And, tirf-d with conquest over Dan and Snob, Plants a sly bruiser on the nose of Bob; Decorous Bob, too friendly to reprove, Suggests fresh fighting in the next remove, And prompts his chum in hopes the vein to cool, To the prim benches of the Upper School. Yet who not listens with delighted smile, To the pure Saxon of that silver style. In the clear style a heart as clear is seen, Prompt to the rash, revolting from the mean.

LORD JOHN RUSSELL. Next cool, and all unconscious of reproach, Comes the calm "Johnny who upset the coach." J How form'd to lead, if not too proud to please,— His fame would fire you, but his manners freeze. Like or dislike, he does not care a jot; He wants 3'our vote, but your affection no t ; Yet human hearts need sun, as well as oats,— So cold a climate plays the deuce with votes. And while his doctrines ripen day by day, His frost-nipp'd party pines itself away; — From the starved wretch its own loved child we steal— And "Free Trade" chirrups on the lap of Peel!— But see our statesman when the steam is on, And languid Johnny glows to glorious John! When Hampden's thought by Falkland's muses drest, Lights the pale cheek, and swells the generous breast When the pent heat expands the quickening soul,— Aud foremost in the race the wheels of genius roll! * Every one knows that his Lordship inherits the amiable passion of his grandfather, and occasionally relieves the dulness of the desiert by the introduction of those warlike bhda, for the pure breed of which the House of Stanley is so justly renowned, _ t Lord Stanley's memorable exclamation on a certain occasion which now belongs to history—" Johnny's upset the coach!" Never was coach upset with such perfect sang froid on the part of the driver.

Howtomakea Railway.-— Take a sheet of foolscap paper and a Court Guide for 1790. Pick your lords and right honorables, and half a dozen ex-members of Paihament, and season ■with a few merchants and F.R.S.'S. Then throw in an engineer, a tanker, and a lawyer ; garnish with imaginary advantages, and serve up in an advertisement.— Punch,

Promotion from the Ranks and Re" wards for Good Service.— A warranthas been promulgated by command of her Majesty, for the purpose ofgiving " greater encouragement to the non-commissioued officers and soldiers of the army who may have distinguished themselves •r who may have certificates of good and efficient service." It is dated Windsor, Dec. 19,and is comprised in 44 articles, by the first of which is provided that whenever her Majesty shall sanction the grant of a commission without purchase to anoncommissioned officet, selected and recommended for his distinction by Jthe Commander-in-chief, there shall be granted to each officer, in aid of an outfit as a commissioned officer, a sum of £150 if appointed to a cavalry regiment, and £100 if to an infantry regiment. Subsequent articles provide that a sum not exceeding £2,000 per annum be distributed in annuities, of not above £20 each, to sergeants who may be distinguished for meritorious conduct, on the recommendation of tie Commander-in-chief- Under the deno« initiation of "good couduct pay," a progressive increase of one penny per day, up to sixpence, and certain honorable distinctions, are also appointed to be given, under specified regulations, to soldiers who shall have completed ten, fifteen twenty, twenty-five, or thirty yeaisactnal service. The remaining articles are occupied in detailing the regulations under which these gratuities, good conduct pay, &c, shall be forfeited or restored. A letter from Rome, of Dae. 19, says : — " The Pope, in separating from the Emperor of Russia for the last time, said, ' I am an old man, who will soon appear before God to give an account of my actions in this world. You at c young, but you will one day appear there also. Think t)f that ! I trust that God will enlighten your conscience, and will make you change your conduct with respect to jour subjects of the Catholic communion.'" The Viceroy of Egypt is about to found at Cairo a school of the Fine Arts. His chief object in creating this institution is, it is said, to disseminate amongst his subjects a taste for the study of all things relating to Egpytian architecture. It is reported that M. Garnaud, a French architect, is to be placed at the head of this institution.