The Sun.
London, England, 1814-09-30 00:00:00

.FOR TIIE SUN.

The Literature of Ireland is almost as much con-
cen!ed a's its mines, yet they may both abound in
,treasures,n not leSs-precious front .their long .se-
clusion than front their intrinsic valid. The
mines will probably be worked, and the geMs
and ore of Ireland be at some time or other poured,
a rich stream, into the . mighty opulence of the
empire. The discovery'Or her buried literature
may
be slower, but its influence may not be less
productive than the tribute of her gold and eme-
jaldB.. It wotild be a Shame if this high office
were left; to he 'administered by strangers. . Much
of her anciet Poetry is of Love, much of War,
the original employments of our nature, and com-
mon to the earliest Poets of every land. Yet if
superior delicacy of thought implies the capacity
of superior civilization in the minds among whom
it was produced„ and almost worshipped, it will
be difficult to determine the height to which such
a people, so ardent and so tender, • with so4nuch,
of the enthusiast, exalting so much of the' :Avar-
rior, might have tisen in the natural and unre-
strained progress of the social system.=-Whether
the following lines, impaired as they must be. by
translation, may illustrate those opinions, I can-
not perMit myself to decide.
[FROM THEIRISII.II •
Sweet Moon ! I love thy orb of blue,
So lone, so pure, so proud, so high !
Like bark of,pearl, thro' cloud and dew,
Steinining.along the pathless sky.

Oh ! beaest thou Rightly u'er the deep,
The +ipirits'that from Glory fell,
No more in Angel woe to weep,
To fall no more, bright wand'rer, tell!
. .

Cast from, their darkcn'd brow, the plume,
Loos'd starry, shield. sheath'd sword of fire,
The rose of llear'n to.wreatli their bloom,
Their touch to watie albue the lyre.

Oh. how their eyes of splendour blaze !
Oh how their pinions long to soar!
As lighten on their first wild gaze,
The confines oCtheir native shore.

1 love thee,-too, as circling low

On Ocean's brim, thy crescent laves
Thelustre Of its infant brow,
In ;;twilight's soft and silver waves.

Etidtigh bright, if just to tell
The dews that brain in beauty's eye,

The sighs that in her hostim swell,.
Her blush of silent witchery.

Emblem of Love ! that-stoops to all !
Now the rich lamp of Heaven's high dome;
Now letting life and lustre fall,
Er'n on -thz vilet's fainting bloom.

Yes, splendid Star, I love thy light.
Yet soon shall love thee more, Oh soon !
Wing, ye wild hours, your lingeting flight,
And thou rise, RATE'j dear Honey-Moon.
HIBERNICUS.

MARGATE, SEPT. 27.

AN INPORFANT ERA.
Yesterday the Isle of Thanet witnessed a scene
which excited a great sensation allude to
the formal abdication' of the Manarch of the
Graces, Mr. DE BAS, after swaying the sceptre for.
the space of 26 years. At nine o'clock 'P. at. the
ceremony took place in the Assembly Rooms,
when Captain CLouGn's election followed. The
first promoters of this great Revolution were the
Rev. Mr. BAILEY and DANIEL JARVIS, Esq. Col.
At.t.rN proposed Captain CLooort to succeed Mr.
LE BAs, and ennmermed tire good qualities which
entitled hint. to thejrp,offrages. Sir TnomAs BAR-
RETT LENNARD seconded the .proposition of Col.
ALLAN, which was received with acclamations
highly. flattering to the feelings of the new Master.
The ceremony of investiture non, took, place, by
Mr. LE BAS'S taking the insignia of office frinn
his niiek, anilgiving• it to the Hon. Mrs.•LREsoN,
who, with aAlemeanor at once polished and cap-
tivating, assured Cap'aiit CLOUGU (whilst she
placed the medal on his neck) that shin felt highly
gratified in being the medium of an appointment,
- which was so likely to be beneficial to the ppu-
'Laity and pleasures of the subscribers to the Mar-•
gate-Assemblies. After this Captain CLOUGH,
a twirl anti appropriate speech, returned thanks,
and promised to fulfil his, high destiny" with all.
the zeal and talents he possessed. Thus ended
this important affair.