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LIVERPOOL MARKET.-COtton and Politics. The following accurate review ofthe state of Trade ,d Pol;t;cs in England from " first rate source, x ofl,tost date has been received by the editors oi the New-York Statesman.

 I intended Dear Sir, by the packet ship Leeds' To write of the times and political creeds; But the Canada, Rogers will follow so soon, I've deferr'd my despatches till this day at noon The health of the state, all the doctors agree, Reouir'd the free use de Ia plebotomste; MT Canning was sent for, and said he was sure The disease would admit of a radical cure, If the Magdalen part of the workers ofevil- The rank tory ieeches were sent to the d--l. So out went the sepers, the Chancellor first, For he had his majesty's conscience in trust; The others soon foIlow'd, as follow they should His Maesty's conscience 'tis well understood, When left to himself does great deal of good.l Without much compuncton the lord Prlvy Seal Was made to tread hard on the Chancellor's heel After him trotted Melville and Prince Waterloo, The former turn'd yellow, the latter turn'd blue. The other two nobles who left i'll disgust, Have since begd the king to restore them their trust AIr Peel is much lik'd, but his majesty planes His dogged resistance of Catholic CIasmS, And would he but mind his 'Departmesa, the 9ione, Eythout wagng war against Ireland and Rome-- Would he only discourse about Cotton and Corn, He would be the;best Tory that ever was born: Even Orange-men then would undoubtedly feel, There was nothing of bitterness lefti the Peel. The Coloaiol question, was ofan hour And do what we may, we must take your flour; You will get the long freight, and your seamen will

 ehun The baneful effects of tropical sun. As to timber and lumberthe Huskissom plan, Will make us plant acorns for aye if he can In patent beach'd goods and in goods in the rough, The country till lately has done well enough; But the terrible bug about cotton and corn, Has render'd the calico trade most foriorn, The landholders calld for duty on grain, And have got one that falls and then rises again One that lifts like dock, when the tide is afiood, And sinks when it ebbs, and will do them no good. A shrewd "tester tauter" of Cannings device, To raise or drop grain by the weight ofthe price. Naval Stores stick hand, but Tnrpentine's scarce, For ts lately discover'd twill make a fine gas; As to Pot and Pearl Ashes pray don't forget What wrote you in March-they hold the price yet. Indeed as you yankees are given to guess, quote when quote,-"be the san,e more or tess," Since were to send you the true state of trade, Igshould run small hazard of losing my bread. Monopoly now is the word ofthe day, The big fish are driving us small ones away; Now this Is Circgln, for it has run Around many topics without touching one.

 Liverpool May Is:. 12 M.

 The following lyric was originally published in the U S. Literary Gazette, and bore the signature of w. c. Bryant, Esq. gentleman well known in the tera- 1y world. His poetry is invariably good.

 IS THIS A TIME, sc. Is this time to be cloudy and sad,

 When our mother nature laughs aroGnd; When even the deep blue heavens look glad, And gladness breaths from the blossoming ground There are notes ofjoy from the hang birdand wren, And the gossip eff swallows through all the sky, Ths sround-squirrel gay chirps by his den, Ana fhe sildiag bee huns meriyby. The clo uls are at play in the azure space' And their shadows play the bright green Vaie' And here they stretch to the fro[c chase,

 And there they roll on the easy gale ,There's darce ofleaves in that aspen bower, There's litter of winds in that beachen ree' Theres smile on the fruit and smile on the ho"r' And laugh from the brook that runs from tke sea- And look at the broad-fac'd san how he smiles On the dewey earth that smilesinh his ray. sOn the Ieaping waters, and gay young isles,

 Ay look, and he'll smile thy gloom away. 

 From the dmerican Farmer.

 THE FARMER

 Of all pursuits by man invented

 The Ploughman is the best contented;

 His calIng's good, his profits high'

 And on his Iabours all rely;

 Mechanics all by him are fed,

 Of him the Merchants seek their bread'

 His hands give meat to every thing'

 Up from the beggar to the king

 The milk and honey, corn and wheat,

 Are by his labOurs made complete;

 Our clothes from him must first arise,

 TO deck the Eop or dress the wise;