The Sun.
London, England, 1819-10-09 00:00:00

NEW LORI) MAYOR.

At one o'clock yesterday, a Common Hall was
Geld to declare the nun►hers at the close of the
poll, for a person to fill the office of LORD MAYOR
for the enstliog year. At that hour the Sheriffs-
and City Officers appeared on the Hustings, and
after the Hall was opened in the usual form by-
the Common Crier, tie Ci►nunon Serjeant came
forward and declared the numbers of the poll,
anti that the election had fallen upon GEORGE
BRIDGES anti J. T. TnORP, to he returned to the
Court of Aldermen, who should select one to be
declared LORD MAYOR' for the.ensuing year.
The Silt:tiffs and Common Serjeant then retired
front the hustings to the Court of Aldermen, from
which, in about half an hour, they returned, pre-
ceded by the Lord Mayor, the Lord Mayor Elect,
and Alderman Waithman, Thorp, Magnay, and
J. J. Smi►h, C. Smith, and Co'. They were re-
ceived with applause. _ _ _

The Common Crier again proclaimed silence,
and

The RECORDFII c3me forward and announced,
in the usual form (after stating the names► and
numbers of the respective Candidates), that the
choice of the Court of Aldermen had fallen on
George Bridges, Esq. Alderman, who was there-
fore Lord Mayor for the ensuing year.—(Ap-
pluuse.)
The te-orthy Alderman then obeyed the sun..nons
of the Common Crier, and came forward to the
front of the hustings, where the ceremony of in-
vesting him with the chain took place, amidst the
applause of his friends. After the investiture took
place he addressed the Livery, and returned
his warmest thanks tit them for the honour they
had eonlerted upon him in so flattering and dis-
tinguished a manner. To his friends, particu-
larly his Chairman (Sir C. Price), he knew not
how to acknowledge or repay the zeal they bad
manifested in his cause. To his opponents he had
also to return his thanks, for the courteous ex-
pressions of versonal civility he had experienced
fron► them ; and he begged to assure them, that
no pains should be spared by bins in the discharge
of his duty, to promote among all good-will,
harmony, and good-humour. In the performance
of his duty he should take the best measures in
his power to suppress vice and imtnorality of
whatever kind, and to promote, as far as lay in
his power, the well-being of his fellow-citi-
zens, the honour of his King, and the general
good of his country.—(Loud Applause.)—He re-
peated his thanks for the honour they bad done
him.

Mr. Alderman Tnoit then returned thanks for
the lidnour which the Livery hash done him in re-
turning him to the Cnurt of Aldermen as one of
the persons fit to serve the office of Lord Mayor
for the ensuing year.
The Hall has then dissolved by tlie Common
Crier in the naval terms, and the people retired in
:the most quiet and orderly manner.

• On the POEM entitled " CONVERSATION,"*

WRITTEN BY WILLIAM COOKE, E.
Of the .3fidth'e Tcmple, Barri.rter-at-f NW, 4.c. tic.

Well has the Bard, in pleasing strains, defiti'd
The charms that men in SOCIAL UNION bind,
That call the Talents and the Virtues forth,
Endearing Wisdom, and adorning Worth ;
Where wit, politeness, and instruction blend,

And Learning may with dignity descend:
Where All their various merits can display,
And None without improvement pass away.
Such is the Social Circle here design'd,

To mould the manners and to mend the mind :
Such are the solid Precepts of the Book;
But for the fair Example study Coops.

\Ve noticed this excellent Didactic Poem in our Literary
Review. To the credit of public taste, even in these times,
it has passed through several Editions; and the Author's
poetical Portraits in the last of the principal characters of
Dr. JOHNSON'S Club, of which he was a Member, are drawn
with force, spirit, and accuracy.

TO A FRIEND ABOUT TO MARRY A SECOND TIME.

Non profectura p ecando.—Ovin.

Oh, keep the ring, one little year,
Keep poor ELIZA'S ring,
And shed on it the silent tear,
In secret sorrowing.

Thy lips, on which her last, last kiss
Yet lingers moist and warm,
Oh, wipe them not for newer bliss,
Oh, keep it as a charm.

These haunts are sacred to her love,
Here still her presence dwells ;
Of her the grot, of her the grove,
Of her the garden tells.

Beneath these elms you sate and talkid,
Beside that river's brink,

At evening arm-i❑-arnm you walled,
Here stopt to gaze and think.

Thoult meet her when thy blood beats high
In converse with thy bride,
Meet the mild meaning of an eye
That never learnt to chide.

Oh, nn, by Heaven, another here
Thou canst not, must not bring;
No, keep it—but one little year,
Keep poor ELIZA'S ring. •

REGISTER OF FASIIION.