He louder rapp'd-and louder still,

Till St. Peter came,-"Pray what's your will ?”
His Holiness:-"From earth I came ;

The Pope, has been my common name,
And in our church, each learn'd professor
Calls me Christ's vicar, and your successor;
And, what to heretics seem'd odd,

I called myself Almighty God!”
Quoth Peter-" Vain are all thy hopes,
This gate has ne'er admitted Popes;
And what may seem much stranger still,
It will not now, and never will ?"
"Well," quoth the Pope, "since this is so,
One thing of you I fain would know,-
Did KING WILLIAM hither come,
Great Prince of Orange, foe to Rome;
Who with his heretics did join,

And slew my Papists at the Boyne ?"
Quoth Peter," William's in this place:
Pray would you wish to see his face?"
"No," cried the Pope, "If William's there,
By all that's holy, here I swear,
Hell I'll prefer and Satan's clan
To Heav'n and such an Orangeman;
Or, if I had my book and bell,
I'd ring him out of Heaven to Hell!”
St. Peter shut the gate, and left
The Pope of every hope bereft :
So now enraged, most strange to tell,
He sought out the gloomy gate of Hell.
He knock'd there; a young fiend came,
And told him "to send in his name."
Says he, "tell Lucifer, the Pope
Depends on him, his latest hope;
Since Heav'n is shut, he means to dwell
And share with him his seat in Hell."

Up came the Devil, amazed with fear,
And said, "No Pope shall enter here!
He that on earth did eat his God,
And feasted on his flesh and flood,
I shan't admit him, on my peril,
Lest he in Hell should eat the Devil!"

The Song of Miriam.

Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah hath triumph'd-his people are free!
Sing-for the pride of the tyrant is broken,

His chariots and horsemen, all splendid and brave,
How vain was their boasting!—The Lord hath but spoken,
And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave.
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea;
Jehovah has triumph'd-his people are free!

Praise to the conqueror, praise to the Lord,
His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword;
Who shall return to tell Egypt the story

Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride?
For the Lord hath looked out from his pillar of glory,

And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea; Jehovah has triumph'd-his people are free?

TOASTS AND SENTIMENTS.

THE QUEEN! God bless her!

His Royal Highness Prince Albert, Albert Prince of Wales, and every member of the Royal Family.

The glorious, pious, and immortal Memory of the great and good King William III. Prince of Orange and Nassau, who saved us from Popish tyranny and arbitrary power. May his services never be forgotten nor his principles be betrayed.

The inseparable connexion of Church and State.

The Army and Navy! May they ever be successful in overthrowing the enemies of our country.

The Memory of the brave Duke Schomberg, who lost his life fighting for liberty, during the memorable passage of the Boyne Water.

The Memory of the Reverend George Walker, the fearless and intrepid defender of Derry, who was ever foremost in the ranks of danger, with the Bible in one hand and the sword in the other, shouting "No Surrender!"

The Memory of the Thirteen gallant Apprentice Boys of Derry who slammed to the gates of their city in the face of the tyrant James.

The Memory of Sir David McKinley, who shewed King William the ford of the Boyne.

The Memory of Lord Nelson, the hero of the Nile, Copenhagen, and Trafalgar..

The Memory of King George III. in whose reign the United Empire became the wonder of the world.

Long live the memory of his Royal Highness the Duke of York and Albany; the soldier's friend-the illustrious supporter of Protestant ascendancy in Church and State throughout the dominions of Great Britain.

The Memory of Ernest, King of Hanover, Ex-Grand Master of the Orange Institution.

The healths of the Right Hon. the Earl of Enniskillen, and the Orangemen of Great Britain and Ireland.

The Memory of the Right Hon. John Scott, Earl of Eldon; one of the brightest ornaments of the British Senate. Had his warnings been attended to, we should not now have to mourn the loss of the chief bulwarks of the Protestant

cause.

The Memory of the Hon. and Rev. Sir Harcourt Lees, Bart. The memory of that distinguished Poet and Historian, the Rev. John Graham.

"A leader, fearless at his post he stood,

Nor e'er to vile expediency would yield;
And from the slander of the rebel brood

His pen was found your safe protecting shield.”

The health of George Benjamin, Esq., G. M., and the Orangemen of British North America.

The health of our Ex G. M. the father of the system in Canada, Ogle R. Gowan, Esq.

The health of the Right Hon. the Earl of Roden, the unwavering champion of true religion and Orange principles.

The health of Colonel Sir William Verner, Bart., M.P., whose family have been identified with the Orange Institution from its formation.

The health of Colonel Blacker, and may all true Britons follow out his advice-"To put their trust in God, but mind and keep their powder dry."

The exports of Canada !-May Lord E-n be the first.

That the Romish Beads may never overcome the Bible.

The healths of James William Gregg, Esq., and the Apprentice Boys of Derry.

The land we live in. May it always be governed by a Protestant Monarch.

A sudden downfall to bigotry.

Our absent brethren.

Our visiting brethren.

The Constitution, the whole Constitution, and nothing but the Constitution.

May the Orange and Purple ever be triumphant.

The strength of Samson, the spirit of Joshua, and the wisdom of Solomon to all true Orangemen.

To all honest Orangemen round the globe, whether in weal or woe, in prosperity or adversity, at home or abroad.

Britons in unity, and unity in Britons.

May British virtue shine when every other light is out.

May the pleasures of Britons be as pure as their breezes, and their virtues firm as their oaks.

May we, as Christians, be zealous without uncharitablenessas subjects, loyal without servility—and as citizens, free without faction.

Britain's sheet anchor, her tars, and the wooden walls of Old England.

May civil and religious liberty alway go hand in hand.

The Queen, and may true Britons never be without her likeness in their pockets.

Holiness to our pastors, honesty to our magistrates, and humanity to our rulers.

The immortal memory of Lord Nelson, and may every British Admiral follow his example.

Brunswick's glory, and may it last until the end of time. The Glorious Revolution which placed William on the Throne -and should another James attempt to deprive us of our rights, may another William be sent us.

TOAST AND ANECDOTE.-Shorty after the Protestant Revolution, the Ambassadors of France, Spain, and England being at dinner one day together, the French Ambassador proposed as a toast-"To the Sun, his master, Louis (XIV.) le grand." The Spanish Ambassador drank to his master, the King of Spain, as the Moon. The English Ambassador, the Earl of Stair, then drank to his master "King William III. as Joshua, the son of Nun, who commanded both Sun and Moon to stand still, until his people had avenged themselves upon their enemies."