The Sun.
London, England, 1817-11-21 00:00:00

LONDON ADJOURNED SESSIONS.

PUNISHMENT OF AN OFFICER FOR MISCONDUCT.
—John Salter, a City Officer, was tried upon a
charge of having assaulted and falsely imprisoned
a respectable young woman, named Mary Anne
Dewsberry, the daughter of Mr. De«•shcrry, of
lioiherhithe, on the 29th of July. The .partien.
lars of this case, which was discharged by the late
Lord Mayor, have already appeared before the
public under theheA of Police. The assault was
committed at four o'clock in the day, and was of
the most aggravated description ; the prisoner,
having without the slightest provocation, dragged
the young woman through the street, and accused
her before a mob of being one of thoe loose fe-
males of whom he bad been ordered to clear the
streets. A verdict of Guilty was immediately
given. The officer was sentenced to six months
imprisonment ; and the sentence was received with
the loudest applause by a crowded Court.

POETRY.

ELEGY
UPON THE LAMENTED DEATH OF
THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE.

BY WILLIAM THOMAS FITZGERALD, ESQ.*

vobis.Romana propago
Visa potens, Superi, propria hmc si donafuissent.—Vittp. 1.6
If perfect bliss, without alloy,
To wedded love be given,
Th' Illustrious C►tn2LOTTE felt that joy—
Her home a little Heaven !
There Fashion's idle slaves might blush to see
Exalted Rank from vice and folly free !

In spring of youth, with hope elate,
Exempt from pride as good as great,
Domestic joys- her own !
_ .

Blessed with the''Hushand of her choice,
Her Father's love !—a Nation's voice !
The Rosebud of the Throne !
A second Eden made of Clarethont's bowers,
Where Lore and Virtue passed the happy hours.

From such propitious Union springs
The hope to have her Line of Kings
To Time's remotest date !
But Heaven that cherished hope denies—
Her Child breathes nut—the Mother dies—
Mysterious, awful fate ! '
Aghast th' Attendants stand !—The tidings known,
Electric strike the Cottage and the Throne !
For she was loved by All—the High, the Low,
Feel the same shock, and shudder at the blow t

While the deep gloom, and general tear,
Proclaim the loss of her so dear

'Po every British breast!
Poetic strains in vain may try
To raise the head, and check the sigh,
Of those who loved her best!

Condoling forms are trite and vain,
To soothe the soul's keen sense of pain,
When hope itself departs !
The Husband's pangs! the Father's grief,
Frost One alone can find relief—
" The Searcher of all Hearts !"

When mortals blind presume to scan
The laws by which God governs man,
Their impious folly glares !
From us concealed that awful doom
That sends the Mother to the tomb,
Nor yet her Infant spares !

Let not the Sons of Error say,
That be who gives and takes away,
In Judgment smites the land—
Those ills which, to our eyes, appear
As dispensations too severe,
His Mercy may command!
For oft the evils mortals dread,
He turns to blessings on their head.
The Royal Grief's beyond compare—
Lost is his Child !—his only Heir !.
That hope to live again :
May Heaven, in pity to his woe, •
The comfort in his need bestow,
He cannot find from Men !
If care to Sov'reign Rule's decreed,
tenfold'When the heartstrings bleed!

Accept, young Prince, this plaintive lay,
From him who mourns thy widow 'd state;
He !laird, with joy, thy Nuptial Day,
' And now in tears deplores thy fate !
But while we all lament that lovely
Bower,
So early rooted froM this sorrowin?,-land ;
With resignation let us seek that Pover,
That oft in Mercy lays his chasterling hand.
On pure Religion let thy hope reposk,
And shield thy bosom from that Fiend Despair--

Then call to memory that, in human woes,
" The stricken Deer" is still the Alruighty's care
And that from Lips Divine these words were given,
" Gop's Will be done! in Earth as 'tis in Heaven !"

" We regret that we had not an earlier opportunity of in-
serting the above Lines, which do honour to the feelings of a
Gentleman whose talents are always ready in the service of
oyalty, patriotism, and benevolence.