The Sun.
London, England, 1852-11-22 00:00:00

PRINCESS'S THEATRE.

The following is the Monody, the composition of Mr.
Marston, which was recited on Thursday evening, by
Mrs. Charles Kean :

MONODY.
, A pause '• a hush !ye shapes awhile retire
That draw your being from the poet's fire;
Stand mute ye heroes quickened by his will,
' And bodied by the actor's art ! all still.
Kneel with veiled brows, ye forms of sembled woe !
Not now for fabled grief a tear must flow,
Not now may fabled greatness thrill the heart,
Reality is here/ Let dreams depart.
Yes, to each thought, the hero who achieved
Whati song has scarce recorded or conceived
Is present now • he on whose single mind
Heaven staked lot of Europe and mankind,
Whom like the law that guides the planet's track,
Our orb of fame pursued through storm and rack,
Rose in the night of nations, in whose sky
There flashed alone one meteor prodigy,—
Rose with calm march, enkindling shore on shore,
And peaks that glory never lit before—
Rose
to its zenith; when that course was run
The world was day, and Britain was the sun ;
Our Britain bore him! pride's best claim is read;
Our Britain holds him ! sorrow's worst is said.
What words may speak that sorrow ? what regret
Measure the hero's greatness and our debt?
For not to him we give the mere acclaim
That greets the conqueror. His was higher fame.
The sword that led our squadrons to the fight—
Ne'er drawn in vain—was ever drawn for right.
Freedom and order were his ends ; his star
Was duty, and blest peace the fruit of war !
Aye peace, thrice blest, where peace with conscience joins;
Where liberty with stable rule combines;
Such was the peace he won, such hallowed rest
For England—Oh, be this his long bequest !
BEQUEST! He gives no more. We are his heirs.
Oh, word that almost mocks the wealth it bears,
Whence comes his like? Twin column of the State,
In fight Achilles, Nestor in debate !
Whose mind was virtue's poise, whom no success
Might dazzle, no adversity depress,
No bribe allure, no artifice betray,
No labour tire when duty shewed the way,
No danger daunt, and no renown elate.
His fate soared high, his soul outsoared his fate.
A youth, as fresh as his first laurels were
He gave his country; and silver hair
Honoured the brows of service, brows that caught,
Though near an age, no shade of selfish thought.
The earliest beam, that his first pathway crossed,
Beheld him whore night found him—AT ISIS POST.
Crowd to his bier. Kings, mourn the mighty chief;
Ye hold your empires as his valour's fief !
Ye warriors, mourn him whose bright round complete
Knew every turn of war—except defeat !
Mourn, Statesmen; honesty was all his art,
His mind's clear vision was his upright heart.
Mourn, Bard and Painter; Fancy's noblest birth
Is best believed, when greatness treads the earth !
Oar Shakspere's self, who peopled every sphere,
Seeking a hero, had but copied hare !
Mourn him, ye sons of trade ; for, by that peace
He gave, your harbours fill, your stores increase.
Mourn him, ye poor; in secret to your claim
His bounty spoke, the contrast to his fame !
High into day the palms of his renown
Aspired; but neath their shade concealed flowed down
His rills of pity. Mourn ! Who mourns him not?
A hope undreamed. A memory unforgot.
Mourned but living ! Potent though unseen,
For thee Time's record changes ! "He has been,"
Is writ on myriad tombs; "He is," on thine !
Death but promotes thee; all that could decline
Of thy most honoured being was—its dust:
He never dies who holds his life a trust!
Hid from our sight, denied to every sense,
The hero-patriot rules in influence.
A people free, united, just, and brave,
Will kneel before the altar of his grave,
And vow that, while the seas shall sweep our strand,
No foe shall tread, no wrong pollute, the land
Whose boast shall be, unto the latest sun,
It nursed the fame, it holds the tomb, of WELLINGTON.

ENGLISH AND YANKEE CLIPPERS.—The much-vaunted
American clippers having lately been beaten by British-
built vessels on the voyage from China, it may be of in-
terest to notice that the former have been equally unsuc-
cessful in attaining the superiority in the Calcutta trade.
The Clyde-built ship City of Edinburgh, Captain James
Brown, arrived from Calcutta at Deal on the morning of
the 14th inst., having landed letters on the 10th, 93 days
after leaving pilot-ground ; while it may be recollected
that the American clippers Typhoon and Eagle made
passages of 110 and 116 days respectively. The City of
Edinburgh, registering 599 tons n.m., carries 908 tons
of cargo, while the tonnage carried by the American
vessels varies very slightly from their registered tonnage.
To show that the quick run of the above vessel is no ex-
ceptional case, it may be mentioned that the average of
seven following voyages made in vessels of the same line
by Captain Brown is only 101 days from Calcutta to
Great Britain. Again, the English clipper Challenger,
from Shanghae, arrived in the Dowers on the 17th ;
while the AmeriCan ship Racehorse, from which wonders
were expected, and which left Whampoa 12 days before
the Challenger started from Shanghae, a port much
farther to the northward, and which renders the victory
of the Challenger the more conspicuous from the fact of
her having to contend for a longer period with an adverse
monsoon down the China seas. The Nightingale, an-
other of the vaunted Yankee clippers, sailed in company
with the Challenger, but she has not yet made ' her ap-
pearance. We are, however, able to give an account of
the American ship John Bertram, which was freighted
from Shanghae by British merchants with a valuable
cargo, amounting to half a million sterling. She was
last heard of in Singapore harbour, leaky, Will not
this, and other circumstances which we have recorded,
convince our mercantile countrymen that, after all, there
is nothing like our old English hearts of oak I
ARRIVAL OF THE RIPON.—The Oriental Company's
steam-packet Ripon, Captain Moresby, has arrived at
Southampton, with dates from Alexandria, November
sth ; Malta, 9th ; and Gibraltar, 14th. The Ripon
brings 45 passengers. Her cargo consists of 21 packages
of specie, 52 cases and 92 bales of silk, 2 boxes almonds,
3 boxes tea, 40 boxes figs, 1 case muslin, 3 cases tobacco,
23 bales goats' wool, 29 barrels gum, 1 cask wine, 18
packages elephants' tusks, 1 bale carpets, 50 casks dates,
11 packages tortoiseshell, and 95 packages sundries.
The Ripon has brought home two horses as a present
from the Imaum of Muscat to her Majesty.
THE AMERICAN AND CANADIAN MAILS.—LIVERPOOL, , SATURDAY.—At fifteen minutes past two o'clock this
afternoon the Cunard steam-ship Europa, Captain N.
Shannon, took her departure from this port with the
United States and Canadian mails, which were under the
care of Lieutenant Lewis, R.N., Admiralty agent. In
addition to a large general cargo of merchandise on
freight the Europa carried out about seventy passengers.
THE FUNERAL CAR.—Upon the return of the funeral
car from St. Paul's, it was taken to Marlborough House,
where it now remains. It will, however, in a few days
be sent to Chelsea Hospital, where arrangements are
being made for its reception, that the public may have
an opportunity of seeing it when they go to view the
chamber in which the body of the late Duke of Welling-
ton rested for several days. Although the car was de-
nuded of many of its trappings on its return, we under-
stand that when placed in Chelsea Hospital all the
embellishments that adorned it will be replaced ; and
that, with the exception of the coffin, it will be, in pretty
nearly the same condition in which it was when it passed
along to St. Paul's on-Thursday last.
DARING GAROTTE ROSB.EIIa IN THE STRAND.-011 Sa-
turday information was received that, as Mr. Chalmers,
of 12, Cambridge-street, Golden-square, was passing
through Agar-street, Strand, he was attacked by a man
of herculean frame, who, seizing him by the neck, cut
the guard-chain of his watch, and, throwing him violently
from him, decamped with his booty towards Covent-
garden market. Several persons, who witnessed the
struggles of Mr. Chalmers, gathered round, and, as soon
as he recovered himself sufficiently to explain that he had
been robbed, went in pursuit. The robber, however,
who was joined by another in the market, got clear away
with Nos booty.