The Sun.
London, England, 1823-04-14 00:00:00

MOST LAMENTABLE FANATICBM.

BASLE, APRIL I.—The proceedings against
the fanatics of Trullekon have just commenced before the
Supreme Tribunal at Zurich, and the particulars which we have
given respecting this deplorable event are unthippily confirmed.
An unfortunate young woman, nailed to a board, demand-
ing death as a benefit, and expiring under the steel which
strikes her ; her sister perishing in tortures; their brother lacerat-
ed with frightful wounds,but still surviving blows inflicted by
his executioners ; these atter covered with blood, alternately
praying and striking, singing hymns over the two dead
bodies, and believing the work of God accomplished by
the most horrible crimes. To this is a religion simple mid
mild as its author, perverted by some wretches ; such
is the tendency of that gloomy and mystical exaltation of
these dangerous sects which in our times afflict reason,
and of which the priests and the faithful will one day,
perhaps, become the executioners, or the martyrs. The meet-
ing in which these, murders were committed, was composed of
the father of four daughters (Margaret, Elizabeth, Susanna,
and Barbara), of a brother named Gaspard ; a servant, John
Ernot ; a maid servant, Margaret Jaggli ; of the brother-in.
law, _Moser, a shoemaker, at Oerlinguen ; his brother Conrad;
Moser, and a girl, Ursula Keendig, with whom he was
intimately connected. Margaret (to whom they had given
the name of saint} died crucified. Elizabeth expired an
hour afterwards; the father and one of the sisters (Susan)
are in prison to which the fourth sister and the two ser-
vants are going to be conveyed ; the brother Gaspard is at
the hotel, whence he will be conveyed to the prison of
Zurich, as soon as he is cured of his wounds.—The bodies
of the two victims have been sent to Zurich, as well as a cor-
respondence, and some papers relative to thii sect, which, it is
hoped, will afford some useful information respecting its origin
and frightful progress.

POETRY.

PROLOGUE,

Recited by his Grace the Duke of DEVONSUIRE at the
CHISWICK THEATRICALS.
WRITTEN BY THE HON. GEORGE LAMBE.
Whenever Max's free character can range
Through Nature's rich illimitable change ;
Whenever Liberty her smile can give,
Still 'mid her offspring with THE DRAMA live :
And oft the liluse, 'mid Freedom's deepest night,.
Has raised hervaice in Tyranny's despite.
I need not ask how those before me view
What GARRICK dictated as SHAKSPEARE'S due;
Nor how those honours promptly should be paid,
To him ourselves have known, to KE MULE'S shade.
If these tire honoured, Our's at least the meed
Of humbly following where the mighty lead ;
And days have been, if much, to memory dear, •
Can sanction aught our present pastimes here.
If e'er our Sires have dord, nor felt a shock, -
Their full-dress buckrams for THaLta's frock,
Here high-praised BURLINGTON might erst have place'd
His rich proscenium with Palladian taste :
Satiric POPE might here, a courteous guest,
Have deign'd a Prologue of instructive zest ;
. Or HOGAILTH lent (hard by his grave is green)
Some comic touches to enrich the scene,
Or GARRICK'S leisure train'd, and caled the fears .
Of awkward Gentlemen and novice Peers. •
What tho' these names are awful; more we dread
The puny living than the mighty dead.
Then if dark dawns bring holidays in vain,
If Suns won't shine when Almanacks ordain ;
If when gay Easter asks [leaven's brightest arch,
Its sparks are fog-bound in ungenial March,
Blame not that we have sought, an in-door crew,
Our own diversion by divertipg you.

CLAN GREGOR.
A SONO,
'Written by a Gentlemen of the Clan ; set to Music by Mr.
KNAPTOW, of York, and dedicated to Miss BARBARA
1111.111 RAY APGREOON.

Though the Pine has tower'd green on the hills of our fame,
Without yielding a branch in our bonnets to wave,
Through years when 'twas treason to breathe the proud name,
That a long line of death-daring warriors gave;
Yet now the dark cloud of oppression is past,
And Clan GREGOR once more shall be strong as the blast.
Again shall we start the tall stag from the lair,
And strike the coy Ptarmigan clown from the height;
Again shall we mingle at revel and fair
As our Father's were wont in the clays of their might ;
And again shall the blue eyes of Beauty confess
That the dark sons of GREGOR their fondness can bless.
And what though no longer the Clans, as of yore,
Find a home in the dells by their Chief's frowning Tow's',
We'll gather, as now, from each far distant shore,
. Round the scar-covered Hero we welcome as ours,
Not yielding the homage of fawning or fear,
For the hearts of Clan CrREGOR beat high for him here.
Then fill ev'ry wine-cup as full as each heart,
To our Chief and his Lady-love, pledge we the first,
For the Heir of MiGnEcolt our next votive part,
Let the loud shouts of rapture and revelry burst;
And a curse on the Caitiff who first brings a stain
On the name of Clan GREGOR thus honour'd again.

`.` These spirited Lines were written on the occasion of
the recent return of Lieutenant-Colonel Sir EVAN 111110lAY
31‘GREGON, Baronet, C.B. and K.H., to his native country,
after an absence of many years in the service of his Sovereign
in Spain and the East Indies, and in commemoration of the
restoration of the Clan to its ancient rank, which had been ac-
complished by the zealous exertions of the late Sir Joffx
11.16 GREGOR MURRAY, and his son, Sir EVAN MURRAY
111q1nEnon, to whom these Lines were presented on his re-
ceiving an Address, signed by Two Thousand. Six Hundred.
and Fifty Members of the Clan capable of bearing arms, con-
gratulating him on his return amongst them, and expressive of
their sincere and inviolable attachment to him as their Chief,
and of their grateful remembrance of the patriarchal solicitude
with which his lamented Father watched over the interest and
honour of the Name.