The Sun.
London, England, 1851-04-30 00:00:00

WEDNESDAY EVENING,

tertainment we shall doubth ss manage well enough. In
s) far as concerns tough beef, heady beer, and blazing
port, we shall be forthcoming with our dues, and the
good sense and steadiness of English officials may be
securely relied on for preserving order without obtrusive-
ness of interference or dictation. A good deal of the
rest depends upon ourselves and the weather. East
winds, it must be contested, do not improve the national
temper, and showers that set a Frenchman dancing under
cover send an Englishman home blaspheming in a cab.
But we must try this season whether we cannot be a
little better conditioned. The whole world is in our
streets, and it rests with us to show by our behaviour
that general good-fellowship and civility are not incom-
patible with free institutions, insular independence, and
just national pride.

MAY DAY ODE.
(From the Times.)
But yi,sterday a naked sod,
The dandies sneer( d from Rotten-row,
And cantered o'er it to and fro;
And see, 'tie done!
As though 'twere by a wizird's rod
A blazing arch of lucid glass
Leaps like a fountain from the grass
To meet the sun!

A quiet green but fdvv days since
With cattle browsing in the shade,
And lo! long lines of bright arcade
In order raised;
A palace as for fairy Prince,
A rare pavilion, such as man
Saw never, since mankind began
And built and glazed!

A peaceful place it was but now,
And 10! within ita shining streets
A multitude of nations meets;
A countless throng,
I sea beneath the crystal bow,
And Gaul and German, Russ and Turk,
Each with his native handiwork
And busy tongue.
I felt a thrill of love and awe
To mark the different garb of each,
The changing tongue, the various speech
Together blent.
A thrill, methinks, like Ills who saw
"All people dwelling upon earth
" Praising our God with solemn mirth
" And one consent."
High Sovereign in your Royal state!
Captains and Chiefs and Councillors,
Before the lofty palace doors
Are open set,
Hush! ere you pass the shining gate;
Hush! ere the heaving curtain draws,
And let the Royal pageant pause
A moment yet.

People and Prince a silence keep!
Bow coronet and kingly crown,
Helmet and plume bow lowly down;
The while the priest
Before the splendid portal step,
While still the wondrous banquet stays,
From Heaven supreme a blessing prays
Upon the feast!
Then onwards let the triumph march;
Then let the loud artillery roll,
And trumpets ring and joy bells toll,
And pass the gate;
Pass underneath the shining arch
'Neath which the leafy elms are green—
Ascend unto your throne, 0 Queen,
And take your State!
Behold her in her Royal piece:
A gentle lady—and the hand
That sways the sceptre of this land
How frail and weak!
Soft is the voice, and fair the face;
She breathes amen to prayer and b 3 ten,
No wonder that her eyes are dim,
And pale her cheek.
This moment round her empire's shores
The winds of Austral winter sweep,
And thousands lie in midnight sleep
At rest to-day.
0! awful is that crown of yours,
Queen of innumerable realms,
bitting beneath the budding elms
Of English May!
A wondrous sceptre 'tie to bear,
Strange mystery of God which set
Upon her brow yon Coronet,—
The foremost crown
Of all the world on one so fair!
That chose her to it from her birth,
And bade the sons of all the earth
To her bow down.

The representatives of man
Here from the far Antipodes
And from the subject Indian seas
In Congress meet;
From Afric and from Hindoatan,
From Western continent and isle,
The envoys of her empire pile
Gifts at her feet.
Our brethren cross the Atlantic tides,
Loading the gallant decks which once
Roared a defiance to cur guns
With,peaceful store;
Sjmbol of peace, theirivessel rides!*
O'er English waves float Star std Stripe,
And firm their friendly anchorsgripe
The father shore!
From Rhine and Danube, Rhone aid Seine,
As rivers from their sources pill
The swelling floods of nations rim],
And seaward poor:
From coast to coast in friendly chtin,
With countless ships we bridge he straits
And angry Ocean separates
Europe no more.
From Mississippi and from Nile—
From Baltic, Ganges, Bosphorus,
In England's Ark assembled thus
Are friend and guest.
Look down the mighty sunlit aisle,
And see the sumptuous banquet stst,
The brotherhood of natior& met
Around the feast!,
Along the dazzling colonnade,
Far as the straining eye can gaze,
Gleam cross and fountain, bellotnd vase,
In vistas bright;
And statues fair of nymph and maid,
And steeds, and pards, and Amaione,
Writhing and grappling in the brcnze,
In endless fight..
To deck the glorious roof and dome,
To make the Queen a canopy,
The peaceful hosts of industry
Their standards bee,
Yon are the works of Brahmin loom;
Oa such a web of Persian thread
The desert Arab bows his heed,
And cries his prayer,
Look yonder where the engines toil;
These England's arms of conquest are,
The trophies of her bloodless war:
Brave weapons these.
Victorious over wavo and soil,
With these she sails, she weaves, she tills,
Pierces the everlasting hills,
And spans the seas.

The engine roars upon its race,
The shuttle whirrs along the woof,
The people hum from fiaor to roof,
With Babel tongue.
The fountain in the basin plays,
The chanting organ echoes clear,
An awful chorus 'tis to hear,
A wondrous song!
Swell organ, swell your trumpet blast,
March, Queen and Royalpageant, march
By splentiod aisle anal springing arch
Of this fair Hall:
And see! above the fabric vast,
God's boundless Heaven is bending blue,
God's peaceful Sun is beaminin g ing through'
And sh over all.
W. M. THACRERAY,