The Sun.
London, England, 1822-12-05 00:00:00

FASHIONABLE ARRIVALS.

The Duke of Dorset, in Harley-street, from Brighton ; the
Countess of Dysart, in Pall-mall, from Ham-house, Surrey ;
Count and Countess Munster, in Grosvenor-place, from Hast-
ings, Sussex ; Mr. and Mrs. Thornhill, in Berkeley-square,
from Riddlesworth-hall, Norfolk ; Captain H. S. Pearson and
Mrs. Pearson, at Marshal Thompson's Hotel, Cavendish-square,
from Paris; Lieut. Cockburn, 13th Light Dragoons, at ditto;
Capt. E. Hamel, King's Dragoon Guards, at ditto ; William
Leigh, Esq. at ditto, from Norfolk ; Sir Robert Harvey, Bart.
and R. Harvey, Esq. at ditto, from Longley-park, Bucks; W.
Mason, Esq. at Hakes's Hotel, from Cambridge.
DEPARTURES.—The Earl of Gosford, from Blake's Hotel,
Jertnyn-street, for Brighton ; John -Mitchell, Esq. for ditto ;
Mr. and Mrs. Arbuthnot, from the London Hotel, Albemarle-
street, for their new residence in Welbeek-street ; John Drum-
mond, Esq. from Hod son's Hotel, Dover-street, for Bath ;
Wm. Ewbank, Esq. from ditto, for Berks ; James Marshall,
Esq. from the George's Hotel, Albemarle-street, for Brighton ;
Mr. and Mrs. Harvey, from the Coburg Hotel, Charles-street,
Grosvenor-square, for Suffolk.

IMPROVEMENTS IN FASHIONABLE VEHICLES.

All now building are long in the body and hung low, namely,
only three feet from the ground ; they all have,the new patent
axletree; whip springs for the C.'s are going out. The fa-
vourite colours are corbeau and yellow ; arms in mantles, with
crests raised, and embossed. - 1;'or linings, drabs or blues ;
almost all others are exploded. Red or yellow morocco reclin-
ing cushions.
The Carriage.—lt is very long, extended at least 14 inches.
Wheels low ; here there is a difference of eight 'inches in the
height from those now in use. py this arrangement they admit
of greater breadth, without looking heavy. The barouche-box
is declining fast for town use ; the old massive hammer-cloth,
that magnificent appendage, will be revived this season.

The Hon. General Fermor will, in a few days, lead to the
Hymeneal altar the daughter of Sir Win. Borough, Bart.
Colonel Bailey, of Bristol, who lately purchased Earl St.
Vincent's town mansion, in Mortimer-street, Cavendish-square,
is now repairing and beautifying it in all the splendour of mo-
dern taste. A vast collection of paintings, by the ancient
masters, are intended to adorn the principal apartments. The
Colonel, we hear, intends to give several sumptuous entertain-
ments to the fashionable world.

P 0 ET R Y.

IMAGINATION.
Her footsteps on the mountains are,
Her path is o'er the deep ;
And the winds of Heaven, in fiercest jar,
But sooth her lids to sleep.
She treads the deep, deep Ocean caves,
Where never mortal trod ;
And she heeds, when pealing thunder raves,
The mighty voice of GOD !
Ever, at midnight's hour of dread,
She walks the Northern sec ;
And the flash on Head's lurid head
She hails with fearless glee.
Her throne is in the trackless wild;
The meteor light her crown ;
And she rides the Rainbow cincture mild,
A thousand fathoms down.
Above the Comet's mystic form,
Her eager pinions rise;
She frowns in Norway's sheeted storm,
And smiles in Eastern skies.

—Or e'er the golden Autumn fails
She spreads her purple wing,
And far in India's sunny vales
She seeks another Spring.

'Tis her's in Nature's glass to trace,
The all-enkindling Power,
A glory in the peopled space ;
A beam in every flower;-_
A Glory on the rocky height ;
And where the murmurs cease,
Deep in the forests aisles of might,
The still abode of peace.
—She frolics in the summer cloud,
When the azure dome is still ;
And she bursts the deep eternal shroud,
That veils the Alpine hill.
Low in the Glacier's cold recess
Awakes her thrilling smile ;
She scents the flow'ry gales that bless
The sweet Arabian isle.
Far o'er th' Atlantic surge she hears
The stern undying roar;
And scarce beneath the olden spheres
Her daring course is o er.
--Through all the vision'd scenes of old,
She strains her magic ken,
When Truth and Grace and Valour bold
Shone in the ways of men.
She bursts the awful confines, free,
Where Time and she must sever :
And she dreams on Glories that shall be
For ever; and for ever.
No mead hand—no Power of Earth—
Alone the spell hath given ;
She claims her first, her purest, birth,
And soars away to Heaven ! J. D. P.

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