The Sun.
London, England, 1806-08-13 00:00:00

BRIO/TON, AUG. IT.

The Duke of CLARENCE arrived heZe yestttddy
about foUr -o'clock' in the afternoon. Their Royal
Highnesses this Morning ,were on the IOWIn in front
of the Royal residence. Many Nobletneh and Gent
tlernen arrived here yesterday. At the Pavilion about
twenty' were expeetea to dinner; but, from
_What
cause we know not, only twelve arrived. , Their
Royal Highnesses the Dulrcs of YORK, SUSSEX, .and
KENT, are now momentarily expeEled here. They
will all dine with the PRINCE and the Duke of CLA-
RENCE this day at the Pavilion. " To-morrow will
be a busy day :", all here is preparation and bustle;
and, truly,, no place haS a greater stimulus to be
alive on the 12th of August than Brighton. The
Nottingham Militia marched to this place this morn-
ing, and encamped on the Flat to the North. The
Fourth Dragoons have taken possession of the Bar-
racks, &c. and active hilarity in all parts predomi-
nates. The North wing of the. Pavilion, and the
long Gallery, were last, night very brilliantly illumi-
nated. The Steyne was not deserted until the dulcet
notes of the minstrelsy, and the solemn tones of the
organ had ceased for the night.
The Steyne to-day has had.nUmerOtis gronpes of
Promenaders, and many of the first rank and con-
sequence. Thee Band of the loth - Dragoons have
been practising at the Pavilion. The RideS,:the
braries, and, in fa&, every place. of public resort;
tcklay„ has been filled With beauty and fashion, all
happy, all gay,. and • all in loud converse on the
bustling' 'scene which-this place :will exhibit both-
to-morrow .and the day After. Tomorrow even.;
ing, at the Theatre, a new pieee, written purPoSely
for Mt% 'BRUNToN, in honour of the day, will be
fOrtbe3rdng, called The' Sheet Anchor of
and of -which we shall. sena ''you some, account.
Beds here are once more
,getting to ..an enormous
price. In fact ; you cannot be now accommodated
for a night without engaging your cabin for. the
,whole of the present week. The PRINCE and• the
Royal Brothers, we hear, will be at the Ball act the
Castle to-morrow evening. .

The following elegant liroduaion has been circulated
here in MS. an-iongt the higher CircleS

AN ODE

THE BIRTH-DAY OF
HIS ROYAI. HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES;

TUESDAY, lzin AUGUSI',.

BY A VOLUNTEER LAUREAT.

bright bends the Rainbow o'er the sky, •
Varying to many a glorious dye,
And gilding with sweet smile the louring storm;
So fairest Poesy, 1;1)4h-favoured Maid,
Flings. her bright colours 'thwart the Shade,
And pours on every sc.tqe an inetpressive charm ;
Serenely paints the !owl), Cottage wall,
Or lends a lustre to the storied Hall.

To thee', BRIT 'AN tk; I Ail eldest hope,
Her dal ling Prince, her regal Prop,
The meek Muse turns her streaming eye,
And longs thy gracious smile to 'spy ;
Thy smile so potent to allay
The storms of fate with genial day,
Potent to place her 'bove the 'cares that wait
Around the Poet'S humble gate ;
Potent to bid her mark the flow'ry mead,
Where Fancy wont, at large, to tread,
To bid her tend the splendour of thy throne,
And call prosperity her own.
Not her's the menial arts, that vanish'd rise,.
Nct her's the servile strain, thy thoughts despise,
Ilut her's, the bosom panting high,
With Friendship, Gratittide, and loveliest Liberty.
Yes ! in prophetic trance I see
A new Augustus beam in thee;
A Rome impe..iartOw'r beneath thy care,
Fani'd for the learti'd, the noble, and the fair ;
A Court, where genius ne'er can fail
.To draw attention to his pensive tale;
A Court where bright'ning to thy bounty's force,
Shall flow true rapture's living source,
Where late-born M i LTONS strike the epic lyre.,
And second SHAKSPEA It ES bid the world admire!
.All shall be peace, all proud to pay
Due homage to thy gre'at desert,
'E'en Foreign Nations willing'tO obey
Thy candid will, thy gen'rous heart.
Thy pity feelingly awake all o'er I .
A C EORC t shall reign, and Merit weep no more
Long may I hail th' illustrious day
That smil'd on thy propitious birth,
That gave a Patron to the rising lay,
A-Friend, a Brother to the Sons of Earth ;•
Long may I tune my rude, incondite reed,
And offer up the minstrel's melting meed,
Long may I join thy praise, and silently adore,
d e shalFreign, and Merit weep no more