The Express.
London, England, 1852-11-18 00:00:00

TO CORRESPONDENTS.

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LONDON, THURSDAY. NOVEMBER 18.

Diens has been no stint of personal homag%
or costly display in the preparation of the national
ceremonial of this day, when England resigns to the
tomb all that is mortal of her great soldier, ARTHUR
Duke of WELLINGTON. He had done his duty by
England, and England—not tired by former largess
and reward, huge though it was—comes forward. Is
do her duty by him. In times of darkness
and terror, when Continental Europe was lying
prostrate before a power that had risen into
sudden and terrible omnipotence, his was the
mind to see the road, and Ass the hand that led the
way out of the difficalty. With courage, firmness, and I
perseverance in action—with talent to discover, and
mental grasp to comprehend, the whole necessities a
the crisis—he won by steady desert and unfiaggbg
vigilance and zeal, the vital success he strove for. la
the train of that triumph followed power, wealth,
and renown. Royal flatteries and flatboat abb.
iron; the ready ear of senates, the reedy
esgaisessete of authority; the abundant
Dente et et public thanks and public money ; the
upheaping upon him of titles, orders, deco
and now—a passage to the tomb along the
streets of the chief city of the modern world, mil
crushing throngs of gazers, ready to hold it as an
epoch in their existence that they saw him on his
way to the grave. A brave, true, manly, iiiolllllF
ful, and long life—an honoured tomb—and an Ode
from a poet laureate ! Such are the material rewards
that the world is pleased to shower upon those wheat
it fears, whilst it admires, and whom it is pleased to
honour.
For days past London has been in a state of ter
moil. Public duties have been postponed, and pri-
vate business has been kept standing still; troop
have been brought from all parts of the kingdom
heralds have been rummaging archives, and under►
takers been preparing all the appurtenances of their
costly grief; whole woods of timber hays
been roughly fashioned by thousands of works=
into hasty seats; acres of cloth and of craps have
even not simply men, but buildings, the black NNW
blance of woe ; special trains have brought new
crowds from the country to swell the crowd of the
town; scaffoldings about clubs and churches, and
barriers by roadways have changed the outer upezt
of the thoroughfares ; whilst shopkeepers leaving the
proper custom of their trades have become showmen,
and sell seats, because no other avocation my
be so profitably plied. The City is shut is by a
cordon of police; troops line the thoroughfares, sad
mcn,—driven from their usual passage east end wee,
from St. Paul's to We4minster, along the Straulw—
take boat on the Thames, as they did in the deg
CHAUCER. Who, after all this, shall say that
land has played the niggard in money, labour,
pity, or sacrifice of convenience, when the day came
on which she was to pay her last instalment of that
tribute of honour ever cheerfully rendered 'to
her great military leader P He was fond, in
his lifetime, of telling how his daily rule
bad been to do his duty. Thut ho did it
and did it well—every ono hastens to admit. Hap-
pily for him thit stlinis,ion met him whilst the re-
co'nition of the fact bad its value, in solid results.
Indeed his life may be said to offer a HAIN; muss
as Duty, and on the eminent reward—is lib,
MI6, boom, aad riebs•—that anstima