The Sun.
London, England, 1852-11-23 00:00:00

WELLINGTON.

Britannia, plunged in sorrow by the death
Of him who was in all her chiefest son,
Sadly proclaimed in tones of falt'ring breath,
That one last honour to his name be done.
That solemn scene of grandeur has gone by,
To which the, nation opened all its heart.
The pageant was sublime ! The very sky
Seemed in its glory bright to bear a part ;
For not a cloud obscured the golden sun
That saw the tomb close over Wellington !

His bright career was brilliant to the last,
And worthy of his name the closing scene ;
Not e'en the breath of malice sought to cast
A single stain—where stain had never been.
Upon his brow a nation's eyes were bent ;
Towards his tomb a nation's heart was turned ;
And up to HeaVen that nation's prayers were sent
For him in solemn grandeur thus inurned—
For him—the nation's highest, noblest son—
Her patriot chief—unconquered Wellington !

See, from each point how countless thousands pour
To give their silent homage on the day
To him they sadly mourn for and deplore—
The mighty hero Death has snatched away.
Slowly amidst that multitude there comes
The solemn pageant moving to the tread
Of England's heroes—as the muffled drums
Proclaim the coming of the mighty dead.
And there conspicuous o'er them all appears
The bier of him who has the nation's tears.

In deep solemnity it moves along
Towards the sleeping hero's resting-place ;
And as it passes through that silent throng
Pride, mixed with sadness, animates each face;
For there, upon that passing solemn car,
Appear the trophies which the hero gained
For England in her troublous time of war—
. Trophies which ne'er by cruelty were stained-
There, too, emblazoned, were those noble names
Through which our Wellington his glory claims--
games which shall shine in history while her per
Shall.be a light to nations yet cnknown—
.Names which shall live in every distant age—
Their glory second only to his own.
With them he rose to Fame's exalted height—
By them his name obtained a world's esteem ;
Through them he showed the nations that his might
Alone could their lost liberties redeem.
They left but one more glory as his due
In thy great triumph, wondrous Waterloo !
The tomb has closed upon him, and he sleeps
Beneath that dome that is our city's pride ;
There, o'er that honoured tomb Britannia weeps,
And mourns the day that her great hero died.
But still above her sadness there she feels
One solace to assuage her heavy grief.
As by her mighty laciro's tomb she kneels
In silent sorrow—this is her relief :
Sho hears the voice of universal Fame
Stamp everlasting glory on his name.

COUNTRY MARKETS.

The following is the official statA
of corn, &c., received in the port 01
in Essex, from the 15th to the 20th
inclusive :

,ment of the quantit!7o
London from the tl,
November, 1852, 0°

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3,__ - .----- 45
Colchester - 540
Harwich — 560 9
Leigh
Maldon 621 98 100 8 51 I_l?_____,o

CHELMSFORD—Nov. 19. 440 pd
Prices to-day were-as follow :—Wheat, white, old to
to 54s Od, new 42s to 53s ; red, old 40s to 465, new 3Veg,
41s ; barley, 26s to 30s ; chevalier, 28s to 33s ; Gnn
21s to 27s ; malt, 55s to 56s ; chevalier, 55s to 588 ;
19s to 25s ; peas, partridge, 30s to 35s ; white, 31s t°, sps
boiling 37s to 40s ; dun, new, 29s to 343 ; beans, tic"'
to 34s ; harrow ticks, 31s to 36s ; mazagan, 29s to VS'

COLCHESTER

Nov. 20.