The National Register.
London, England, 1815-11-12 00:00:00

NOV. 12.

pears that he had been endeavouring to obtain a front
scat, and for that purpose rushed forward over those who
sat on several benches below him ; the violence •of his
motion carried him over the railing of the gallery, from
which he tumbled lttels over head ; his legs struck
nzainst the railing of the second gallery, from which, if
same percors there had not taken fast hold of him, he
must have been precipitated into the pit, and probably lost
his life as well as endamtered the lives of others. Hay.
ing been taken as speedily as possible out of the gal-
lery by the constable, some persons belonging to the The-.
at re attended to hear what he had to say for himself, and
Ceding that the man did not intend tc injure any bodyvhe
was dismissed.

LORD MAYOR'S DAY.
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Thursday, according to custom, on the 9th of November,
the new Lord ;Mayor (Wor!) entered on the duties of his
cflice with more than customary splendour. Neither efforts
nor expence were spared to provide that display of magnifi-
cence which belongs to the first commercial city in the world.
About twelve o'clock the present and late Lord Mayor,
Sheriffs, and Officers. of the Corporation, &c. moved in grand
procession from Guildhall. In the procession were three
Knights clad in steel and brass armour, together with six
Esquires who wore suits of half armour, taken from the
French cuirassiers in the battle of Waterloo. The streets
were nearly impassable; the windows were crowded, flow
the first floor to the top, with beauty and fashion ; the hells
ringing, and the most heartfelt cheers from the spectators as
the procession moved along to Blackfriars Bridge, where it
took water. About twenty minutes past two the cavalcade
landed at Palace-yard stairs, and went in the usual proces-
sion on foot to the Court of F.xchequer. The customary
formulx of swearing in, Scc. being gone through, the present
and the Ex-Mayor, together with the Sheriffs and City Of-
ficers, went to tl e other Courts of Record in Westminster
Hall, paid their respects to the Judges, and invited them to
dinner in the City. They then returned by water in the
same order. The procession was very much impeded by
the crowd, and the great number of other carriages that
joined. In Ludgate-street, the horses were taken from the
carriage of the Lord Mayor, as well as from that of the late
Lord Mayor. The great and striking attraction of the day
vas the renovated appearance of Guildhall, and its being
lighted with gas for the first time. It would not he easy to
conceive a more imposing spectacle than was presented when
the whole assembled company sat down to dinner. The pro-
fuse delicacies of the table—the waving feathers and spark-
ling jewels of the ladies—the mild splendour of the gas,
shedding a brightness clear as summer's noon, ,Init undaz-
zling and soft as moonlight, altogether formed a magnificent
combination worthy of the inauguration of the presiding
citizen of the great city. Those who have been used only
to the brilliancy of oil and candle-light, can have no adequate
idea of the effect of an illumination by gas. It so completely
penetrates the whole atmosphere, and is at the same time so
genial to the eye-sight, that it appears as natural and pure
as day-light ; and it sheds also a warmth as purifying to the
air as it is cheering to the spirits. _ .

The Lord Mayor did the honours of the feast with a kindly
and modest cheerfulness, which would have given a relish to
viands less luxurious, and vines lesq exquisite, than those
which were abundantly spread before his guests. The com-
pany showed their gratitude in the properest manner, by a
hearty enjoyment of his hospitality. Among the more cull-


nent of the numerous visitors, were the Dikes of Kew. Sus-
sex, Gloucester, and Oi leans ; Lords Holland and Etskine:
several of the Judges, the Attorney and Solicitor General,
Messrs. NVm. Smith, Horner, Brougham, Kinnaird, &c. The
dinner party brake up about ten o'clock, and the Ladies and
Gentlemen retired to the Council-room, where, after some
interval of rest and refreshment, the ball was opet'ed by the
Duke of Gloucester and Miss Wood, the daughter of the
Lord Mayor. The Ladies were most superbly dressed, and
there was a grand display of jewels and feathers.

FROM WALTER SCOTT'S NEW POEW, ENTITLED,

" THE FIELD OF WATERLOO."

The following tribute to the m^mory of our Departed
Heroes is extracted from this Poem:—

Pi rind of honour as of woes,
What bright careers 'twas thine to elosel—
Mark'd on thy roll of blood what name*
To Britain's Memory, and to F•:me's,
Laid there their lost immortal claims 1
'Dion saw'st in seas of gore expire
Itedonbted Picton's sold of fire—
Saw'st in the mingled carnage lie
AU that of Poosonby could die-
-1)e Lancy change Loa' bridal wreatlf
For laurels from the hand of Death--
S.I%AM gallant Miller's biding eye
Still bent where Albion's banners fly,
Anil Cameron, in the shock of steel,
Die like the „Krim( of Lochio ;
And generous Gordon, 'mid the strife.
Fall while he wateh'd his Leader's
Alt! though her gnardian Angels shield
Felled Britain's Hero tlirono the field,
'Fate not the less her power made knoWn,
'1 !trough his friends' hearts to pierce his own t

Forzive, brave Dead, the innwrfect lay !
Who may your names, pint numbers, say
What higlnstrung harp, what lofty line,
To each the dear-earn'd praise assigis,
From high-born Chiefs of Martial Fame
To the poor soldier's lowlier name?
Lightly ye rose that dawning day
nom your cold couch of swamp and day,
To fill, before the Sun was low,
The bed that morning cannot know,—
Mt may the tear the green sod stfp,
A 101 sacred he the Heroes' sleep !
Till time shall cease to rim;
And ne'er beside their noble grave,
May Briton pass and fail to crave
A blessing on the fallen brave
Who fought with Wellington !
Farewell, sad field! whose blighted face
Wears Desolations withering trace;
Long shall my memory retain
Thy iliatter'd huts and trampled grains
•;• With every mark of martial wrung,
That scathe thy towers, Fair Hougonmoutf
- Yet though thy garden's green arcade
The 11-laiksinan's fatal post was n:ade,
Though on thy shattned beeches fell
ri The Wended rage of shot awl shell.
Thongh from the hlacken'd portals tom
Their fall thy blighted linit•trees mourn,
Has not such havoc bonglit a name
Itnmorial in the Rolls of Fame ?
Yes---Agincourt may he f;agot,
And Cr&sscy he an unknown spot,
And Blenheim's name be new ;
But still in story and in soug,
For many an age remembei'd long,
Shall live the lowers of Hougoutuont,
• And lip id, of Waterloo !

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