The Sun.
London, England, 1841-08-18 00:00:00

THE UNVEILING OF THE STATUE
ON THE COLUMN.

AuntrE VELUM—Tear asunder the Veil!
" Column sublime ! how richly art thou laden :
Proud of thy charge, thou risest up rejoicing,
Clouds float around to honour thee, and evening
Lingers in Heaven."—SountEr.

INVOCATION OF THE LYRES.
Unveil ! unveil !
Image august of Him

Who ranked as Man-Almighty" when alive-
-0 veil ! asunder rive—
And show to earth and skies

The glories beaming from his brows and eyes.
Unveil !
We call upon thee with our golden wail
Which melts the hearts of Gods and Seraphim ;
Remain no longer dim !
Show thy refulgent brow—
That man may see, and bow.

THE TRUMPETS.
Unveil ! unveil !
If the sweet-praying Lyres may not prevail,
List unto 11F- the Trumpet-Kings—who hurtle
Like storms amid the realms of air, and weave
As a god's mantle, songs of gold and purple.
By thy majestic head,
In blue air islanded,
Unveil !
And so eternally be seen
By the grey rocks, blue waves, and forests green ;
And to all future generations shine
A wonder and a sign.

THE HARPS.
Unveil ! unveil !
Sith thou wilt not surrender,
O veil, unto the clarion's voice of splendour,
Hearken to us—the Lords
Of numerous song, and charmful melody.
Royally roll we out our brilliant chords,
Like sunlit surges, towards
Thy high, and Pharos-like, and throning column.
Unveil ! unveil !
Heed and obey our adjuration solemn.

THE LUTES, VIOLS, AND DULCIMERS.
Unveil ! Unveil !
.
Sweet France with jessamine fingers,
Plays on her lutes sad tunes of close beseeching,—
While all the golden Viols rise up preaching-
-0 listen, listen ; while their music lingers
In plaints and sighings :
Hark to the stringed and silver dulcimers
Whose holy-breathing airs
Run up the atmosphere's crystalline stairs,
Low at thy feet in prayerful cadence dying :
Unveil thy brow, which Fame
So radiantly enweaves,
With bright and undecaying stars,
And amaranth leaves.

THE ORGANS.
Unveil ! Unveil !
All-powerful in assail
We raise our stops of diamond, and hail
Thee, with our thousand organ-tubes divine :
Unveil
Lo ! Twilight longs to throw
Her choicest amethysts about thy brow;—
The earliest sun-beams come—
Come, too, the Evening and the rosy Morning,
With all theii: white-crowned Moons and gorgeous suns,
Thronging around thy Image high aril huge,
Adoring and adorning :
They, all their sounds and perfumes on thee pouring,
Cry out aloud—Unveil !

THE CANNONS.
Unveil ! unveil !
All other sounds may fail,
But none like us in power of spell rejoices--
None like to us possess the exceeding unction
Of strong and irresistible compunction,
Filled with flame-tongues, and thunder.pealing voices.
Sublime above this sphere
Thy form its front cloth rear
As though thou wouldest dwell
Alone, in grandeurs unapproachable,
Yet wert thou in that Heaven
Highest of all the Seven—
There would we reach with power beyond thy power.—
Image immortal, hail !
Unveil ! unveil !

FRANCE.
Unveil ! Unveil !
Image of all our love and adoration !
If vain the imploration
Of Harps, and Dulcimers, and Trumpetry,
Scorn not the cry of thy own darling daughter—
" Belle France"—young France—France clothed in gold
and flowers—
Hear, where thy Statue towers !
For thou didst love her dearly in thy days—
Robed her in crimson—wreathed her head with rays,
And like a puissant warrior, swore the while
Kingdoms not worth her love, nor crowns her smile•
Again she sings a song beloved by thee
In those old days of dulcet dalliancy ;
Again she longs to look upon thy face—
To feast her eyes on thy immortal grace.—
. Thou hearest—hearest !—Lo ! the blinding Veil
—As the Morn-mists before the Sun-burst quail—
Falls—and reveals to her enraptured gaze,
Thy front surcharged with sempiternal rays.
Ah ! thou shalt ever be to her a sign
Round which her heart-strings shall unbreaking twine:
Her Guide, her Glory, her serenest Star—
Rainbow in Peace, and Oriflamme in War—
Her Sword, and Buckler, and abounding Quiver—
A light and splendour to her feet for ever !
Hark ! golden murmurs breathe through air and sides,
Such as from Memnon did of old arise—
While lo ! thy Image shakes with living throes :
And smiles of glory on thy Daughter throws.
Ah ! she is happy now—at that dear sign
She folds her hands in ecstasies divine,
Sinks in the trances of a gorgeous rest,
For her high Father-King bath stood contest.

FATAL ACCIDENT.—A melancholy accident
happened on Monday at Richmond, Surrey, to a gentle-
man named Lewis, aged nineteen, whose father is Secre-
tary to the Union,Fire and Life-office, Cornhill, and
Baker-street. It appears that Mr. Lewis was fishing in
the Thames, near the bridge, when, from the swell of
the steam-boats, his boat capsized, and he was thrown
into the water. The accident having been observed by
several persons, they made off to the spot in boats, and
in a few minutes afterwards the drags were procured,
when the body was brought ashore, but all attempts to
restore animation were useless.

NAPOLEON'S OPINION ON THE FORTIFICA-
TION OF PARIS.—" Let Paris rise in insurrection," said
Napoleon, " and I am here fortified, with my left on the
Champs Elysces, my right on the Military School, sem-
manding the passage of the river, an open space between
me and Paris ; my reserve at St. Cloud behind me ; my
artillery depot can be moved from Vincennes to Meu-
don, and the Parisians will no longer be able to stir.'
" Here," exclaimed one of those present, " you talk of
fortifying the capital against its own inhabitants, not
against the enemy." " Fortify Paris against an enemy!"
exclaimed Napoleon, " I never thought of such a thing.
A capital with a population of a million cannot be forti-
fied; first, because it could not be fed; secondly, because
all the rich and sober classes would quit, and leave none
but the turbulent behind. A siege in such a case would
create a permanent sedition."
THE HOPS.— WATERINGEURY, MERE-
WORTH, AND NETTLESTEAD.—The hops are coming to
maturity slowly, in consequence of the cold nights and
damp days. They are damaged by the rough winds at some
places, and in some of the strong grounds the stric, of the
burr is rotting by the wet. Most persons express ;decided
opinion against a full crop. At the annual hop dinner, at
the King's llead, Wateringbury, on the II th inst., there
were between 40 and 30 present, and on betting for the
sweepstakes the average was between 143/. and 144,0001.
for the year 1841. The corn is looking well in those
parts, and appears to want cutting ; some speak of it as
being rather light. Beans are very strong. Harvest is
slightly begun, but the weather prevents any progress
being made. The rise in flour causes great apprehensions
and complaints amongst the labouring class,
and the ob-
servation is vary common amongst them that everything
rises but their wages. •
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DR. PUSEY.—The following appears in the
Dublin Freeman's Journal OnSunday
last there
was a grand reception in the Convent of the Sisters of
Charity, Stanhope-street ; his Grace the Archbishop (
presided. Several of the clergy attended, and amongst
the spectators was the celebrated Dr. Pusey, who ap-
peared to be deeply interested with the imposing and
afecting ceremony, - _

arrived—the- ccreinonr being concluded with tcsolemrr
service in the Cathedral Church of the town.
The laurel wreath was then taken from its resting
place on the car, and honourably escorted up the steps of
the column. It was there taken up to the top of the'
column and placed on the head of the statue ; and the
cheering :Will ,repeated with redoubled energy. Never
was there a more exciting scene certainly in the open air.
An ode, composed for the occasion, was then sung by
a gentleman with stentorian lungs ; the burden of which
was felicitating the Boulonnais and the English (!) upon
this happy occasion.
This ending the ceremony of inauguration, the proces-
sion returned in the order it came to the Church of St.
Nicholas, where, after a short service in presence of the
authorities and part of the troops, the rest being drawn
up outside, the military and other constituent parts of the
large procession. marched off to their respective quarters.
At nine o'clock at night a grand display of fire-works
was exhibited in the harbour, a most splendid sight of
the kind. 'lt commenced with a sort of sham engage-
ment between the three ships of war in the harbour and
the soldiers in the port ; the firing extending the whole
length of the latter on the far side. This cannonade,
or feu d'artifice of course, the effect of which was very
good, was in fact kept up, with more or less energy,
throughout the whole of the exhibition. Amongst the
set pieces, a representation of the column, at least thirty
feet high, with the statue on the top, all represented in
white lights, was greeted with rapturous cheering. Pots
of red light were then set burning along the edge of the
quay, and the water in the harbour looked like a lake of
liquid fire. The whole concluded with a complete vol-
cano of Roman lights and rockets, in which the three
colours, red, blue, and white, were ingeniously mingled.
Nothing could have passed off better than the whole of
the arrangements of this day. The people were fairly
worn out with amusement, and by half-past ten o'clock
the streets were almost ckared. There was not a single
case of disordcr or inebriation, in the town. A scaffold-
ing., let out in seats at two francs a head, in face of the
column, came down with a crash in the midst of the ode,
but nobody was seriously hurt.