The Sun.
London, England, 1825-08-26 00:00:00

ANECDOTES, &c.

PULTENEY EARL or BATH.—This Nobleman being
anxious to prolong the sitting of a jovial company at his house,
proposed another batch of Burgundy. One of the Noblemen
present observed that it was time to retire, adverting to the
watchman who was bawling " four o'clock." " Pooh," said
Lord Bath, " do not mind that fellow, he is never in the same
story half an hour together."—( Dr. Mousey.)
THE GREAT LORD CHESTEHFIELD.—When Dr. AKEN-
SIDE'S poem, " The Pleasures of Imagination," was first pub-
lished, this Nobleman was asked if he had read it. " Oh,
yes, to be sure," said he. " sixteen times, and I have only a
hundred questions to ask in order to understand it." This
observation from a Nobleman of such taste is extraordinary, as
it is a fine poem, particularly too as his friend Pope had pro-
nounced Akenside no " every day writer," and advised Dods-
ley, the publisher, to deal liberally towards him. It was one
of the favourite poems of the late Arthur Murphy.

REGENT'S PAtuc.—The vast increase of build-
ing in this quarter, has suggested the necessity of constructin,g
a reservoir for the supply of water to the new neighbourhood.
A work of this kind has been going on for some months, and
being now near its completion, attracts a good deal of curiosity.
It is advantageously situated on Little Primrose-hill, from
which elevation, being 175 feet above the level of the Thames,
the liquid body will flow from a point higher than any building
in Marylebore, and be enabled, consequently, to invade the
topmast chamber in the parish with ease. The basin will be
20 feet deep, and cover an area of two acres, and when finished
will be enclosed by a wall with an ornamental palisade, so as
to render it an object of embellishment to the Park. It will
contain 13,000 tuns of water, considered to be adequate to the
supply of as many houses ; and the fluid will be brought from
the Thames above Hammersmith, a distance not less than seven
miles. The increase of houses in the parish of Marylebone has
been from 9,000 to 14,000 within the last two years. The cost
of the work has been computed at 25,000/.
A watchmaker of Bayreuth has manufactured
a cage, filled with birds, to the number of 60, represet tilg par-
rots, sparrows, swallows, &c., each of which has the p!culiar
note given by nature. The cage is made of brass, and the
wheels which make them move and produce the sound are of
silver; the plumage is real. A person of distinction, it ap.
pears, offered the watchmaker 32,000 florins for his cage, but
he will not take less than 60,000.

Whilst a journeyman mason was repairing the
front of Mr. DONKIN'S house, in the Bailey, Dur-
ham, on Thursday se'nnight, the scaffold upon
which he stood (three stories high and upwards)
gave way, and just as he was about falling to the
around, he threw away his tools, and made a
spring towards one of the windows of the house,
which fortunately happened to be open, and
seizing bold of the bottom, released himself from
his perilons situation by climbing within.

POETRY.

IRREGULAR ODE,
ON THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON.

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Mosciurs.
We mourn Thy wreck ;—that Mighty Mind
Did whirlwind Passions whelm.
While Wisdom wavered, half inclined
To quit the dangerous Helm;
Thou wast an Argosy of cost,
Equipped, enriched in vain,
Of Gods the work, of Men the boast,
Glory thy Port, and doomed to gain
That splendid Haven, only to be lost;
Lost, e'en when Greece with conquest blest
Thy gallant bearing hailed,
Then sighs fr ,m Valour's mailed breast,
And tears of Beauty failed ; •
Oh hadst thou in the Bat'le died,
Triumphant e'en in death,
The Patriot's as the Poet's Pride,
While both Minervas twined thy wreath,
Then had thy full career Malice and Fate defied.
What Architect, with choice design,
Of Rome, or Athens styled,
Er'e left a monument like thine ?
And all from Ruin's piled ;
A prouder motto marks thy Stone,
Than Archimedes's Tomb,
He asked a Fulcrum, thou demandedst none,
But reckless of Past, Present, and to Come,
Didst on thyself depend, to shake the World,—Alone.
Thine eye, to all extremes and ends
And opposites, could turn,
And like the congelated lens
•
Could sparkle, freeze, or burn ;
But in thy mind's abyss profound,
As in some Limbo vast,
More shapes and Monsters did abound
To set the wondering world aghast.
Than wave-worn Noah fed, or starry Tuscan found.
Was Love thy lay, Cythrera reined
• Her Car, and owned the spell,
Was Hate thy theme, that murky Fiend
For hotter Earth, left Bell ;
The palaced Crown, the cloistered Cowl
Moved but thy spleen, or mirth,
Thy smile was deadlier than thy scowl,
In guise unearthly dids't thou roam the Earth,
Screened in Thalia's Mask, to drug the Tragic Bowl.
Lord of thine own Imperial Sky,
In Virgin " pride of place,"
Thou eoared'st, where others could not fly,
And hardly dared to gaze;
The Condor thus his pennoned vane
O'er Cotopaxa spreads,
But should he ken the prey, or scent the slain,
Nor chilling hight, nor burning depth he dreads,
From Ailde's chrystal crag, to Lima's sultry plain.
Like Lucan's early was thy tomb,
• And more than Lion's mourned ;
For still such lights themselves consume;
The brightest, briefest burned
But from thy blazing shield recoiled
Pale Envy's bolt of lead,
She, but to work thy triumphs toiled,
And, muttering coward curses, fled,
Thee, thine own strength alone, like matchless Milo, foiled.
We prize thee that thou didst not tear
What stoutest hearts might rack,
And didst the diamond Genius wear,
That tempts yet foils the attack ;
. We mourn thee, that thou wouldst not find,
While prisoned in thy clay,
Since such there were, some kindred mind,
For Friendship lasts through Life's long day,
And with surer chain than Love or Beauty bind ;
We blathe thee, that with baleful light
Thou dids't astound the world,
A Comet, plunging from his height,
And into Chacs hurled;
Accorded King of anareh power,
And Talent misapplied,
That hid thy God in evil hour,
Or showed him only to deride,
And o'er the gifted blaze of thine own brightness lour.
Thy fierce Volcanic breast, o'ercast
With Hecla's. frosty choke,
All earth with fire impure could blast,
And darken Heaven with smoke ; •
O'er Ocean. Continent, and Isle,
The Conflagration ran,
Thou, from thy Throne of Ice, the while,
Did'st the red Ruin calmly scan,
And tuned Apollo's harp with 'Nero's ghastly smile ;
What now avails that Muse of Fire
Her nothing. of a name,
Thy Master Hand, and matchless Lyre,
What have they gained ?—but Fame ;
Fame, Fancy's Child, by Folly fed
On breath of meanest things,
A Phantom woo'd in virtue's stead,
That Envy to the living brings,
And silent solemn mockery to the dead.
Ne'er since the deep-toned Theban sung
Unto the listening Nine,
• Hath classic hill or valley rung
With harmony like thine ;
Who now shall wake thy widowed lyre ?
There breathes but one, that dares
To that herculean task aspire ;
But, less than thou, for fame he cares,
And scorns both hope and fear, ambition and desire.

C. C. C.

*,„4" The foregoing Poetn was written by the Rev. C. C.
COLTON, whose mysterious disappearance excited so much
conjecture and so many strange reports. His LACON, his
Poem entitled HrrocutsY, and other valuable works, are
powerful proofs of his learning and talents. We are indebted
for the above Poem to a Gentleman who lately left Paris, and
who received it from the Author.

R E.—Yesterday morning, between two and
three o'clock, a fire broke out at a brush-maker's,
No. 48, in Webber-road, Waterloo-road, which
at one time threatened destruction to the neigh-
bourhood, the premises being contiguous to those
of an extensive basket manufactory, to which,
had the fire communicated, the damage would
have been great, owing to the number of sur-
rounding wooden cottages. Shortly after the
alarm of fire the engines were on the spot, and
too much praise cannot be given to the firemen
for their exertions, being obliged to carry the
water in pails from the factory of Mr. Hunter,
and other neighbours, as none could be procured
from the fire-plugs. It is much to be regretted
that. in this neighbourhood it is too frequently the
case. Thn fire, however, was confined to the
house in which it broke out. A young lad, abort
14, son of the proprietor of the house, was res-
cued from the flames, the bed on which he lay
being partially on fire when he was warned of his
danger : when asked where his father slept, he
told them in a corner of the room ; the attention
of the firemen was directed to that spot, and
shortly after the roof fell in. The firemen were
anxiously busied in searching among the ruins
for the man, when, to the astonishment of all
present, he made his appearance, having just
returned from Peckham Fair, about nine o'clock
this morning. It was upwards of half an hour
before any water could be procured from the
fire-plugs.
CAPTURE OF A HOasE•STaALEß.—lnformation
was received in town this morning that a man, for
whom the officers have been some time in search,
and who stands charged with being one of the
leaders of the late desperate gang of horse-
stealers, had been captured near Newbury, in
Berkshire. There are no less than five charges
against him.