The Sun.
London, England, 1817-12-10 00:00:00

HER MAJESTY, &c.

BATH, DEc. B.—At the usual hour, this morn-
ing, the QUEEN again visited the Pump-room, and
was met there by the Princess Elizabeth, the.
Duke of Clarence, and their respective suites.—
There were no particular presentations, nor was
the company so numerous as usual.
At one o'clock, the Royal Family, attended by
the Countess of Ilehester, proceeded in a carriage
and pair to the Upper Rooms, where they were
received by Captain %Vyke, the Master of the
Ceremonies, the Marchioness of Bath, Lady Mel-
'vine, Lord John Thynne, Sir H. Campbell, Col.
Stephenson, Colonels Desbrow and Cooper, Hon.
Captain Powlett, Hon,Mr. Powlett, Major Mur-
ray, &c.--The Public were not admitted. The
windows of the Ball-room were closed, and the
noble chandeliers completely lighted, to give a
more brilliant effect to this most magnificent
apartment. To the orchestra was stationed the
full military band of the 38th regiment, and as
the Queen, supported by the Duke of Clarence,
entered the room, the grand national air, " God
save the King," was given with. the most im-
posing effect', and tontinued as the illustrious
visitors and their attendants walked to the top of
the room, where three very handsome chairs were
placed
for the Royal Family. The Queen reposed
upon the centre one for neatly a quarter of an
hour, the Duke of Clarence and the Princess
Elizabeth standing on each side her chair, and
their a,tendants ran,ged. on either side below,
whilst the band performed several other airs,
amongst which was " Rule Britannia."
The Master of the Ceremonies then preceded
their' into the tea-roam, where they were received
with Jomelli's celebrated air " Chaconne,— by the
music of the Pump Room. The Queen is pat tial
to the compositions of this master, and appeared
much pleased with their performance of it.—
Tea, &c. was laid out in this room, but the
Queen declined it ; and Captain Wyke led the
vrAy, through the Octagon, to the Card Room,
where a most superb collation was prepared.—
The Queen here took a pattie and a glass
of wine. The Princess Elizabeth also took re-
freshment,, and the Duke of Clarence honoured
Capt. \Vyke by taking a glass of wine with him.—
The Queen was pleased to express herself highly
gratified with the beauty and magnificence of the
place, and with the attentions which she had re-
ceived. The Royal party returned immediately to
Sydney-place.
The Queen, has signified her intention of visit-
ing the city of Bristol, on Wednesday next. The
excursion .will be extended as far as Clifton, but
the Royal Party will return the same day. Messrs.
Lucas and Reilly, of York House, have been or-
dered to• place relays of horses at Brislington, a
village about five miles on this side of Bristol.
The Duke of Clarence, it is expected, will ho-
nour the Assembly at the Lower Rooms with his
presence, to-morrow night.
Mr. Vansittart arrived at York House, this
!vetting, about five o'clock.

Letters from St. Helena state, that some sick-
ness prevailed on boaid the Conqueror, in conse-
quence of the tvet weather which had been expe-
rienced. Admiral. PI. AMPIN and Sir HUDSON Lowe
were on the most friendly terms ; the latter giv-
ing a public dinner once a week. The Admiral
resides at tl,e Briars. Not a word in the letters
respecting. BUONAPARTE. The reports in the
papers of an.earthquake having occurred at St.
Helena are confirmed, with the additional intel-
ligence, that the shocks were much more sensibly
felt in the valley than on the elevations, and that
the inhabitants were setionsly alarmed, from an
apprehension of a recurrence.
Private letters from Newfoundland attribute the
tate fires at St. John's to the horrible malice of
incengliaries. The conflagration, on the 7th, be-
gan in an uninhabited house, where hay, brush-
wood, iSzc. were kept. It appears also, that the
lower classes of the inhabitants not only abstain-
ed front affording any assistance to the sufferers,
but. actually seemed to exult in their calamity.
The imports of cotton last month into London,
Liverpool, and Glasgow, were 3G,695 bales.

POETRY.

THE LEGEND OF ST. FIACRE.
Found in an old Folio in the Library of one of the Monaste-

ries, aloattues dans la Revolution.
BY MISS PORDEN.*
Go call a coach, a hackney coach,
sit on JErru's rostrum mounted,
While all who feel its use approach
To hear the Jarveys' rise recounted.

Parisian Beaux! Parisian Belles
Not for your Country make the claim
My breast with patriot ardour swells,
I vindicate a Briton's fame.

In days of old (for days of old
Claim all we have of good or great)
There lived a Scottish Saint, I'm told,
The same that nuw I celebrate.

FIACRE long had vow'd to make
A pilgrimage to Notre Dame,
So barefoot, or for penance sake,
Or pOverty, to Paris came.

The streets were built, no matter how—
So crooked they were quite a riddle;
Without a footpath, and, as now,
A dirty gutter in the middle.

While houses. large and dark and high,
And certain nuisances unpretty,
Might strike the Saint's observant eye,
As horrow'd from his native City.t

But coats of mud, however deep,
Turn nut to down the rugged stones,
F►acßE's pains forbade his sleep
Till some kind Angel heard his moans.

Fur Saints have still an Angel near
To act as Traiteur, or as Tailor,
To pay his bills for board or wear,
And save him from th' expectant Jailor.

Sudden Fr/lc RE sees approiich
A vehicle of form uncouth,

Crazy and clunisy was the Coach;
And lean the ragged Nags, in sooth.

With crosses and obeisance plenty,
He mounts his seat and cracks his thong,

Of Britain's whips not one in twenty
So well could clear the gaping throng.

Now duly every eve and morn
He seeks with joy the sacred dome,
Yet, for his Charity, heaven-horn,
Begun, hut did uut end at home.

Whene'er the saintly Coachman found
Some Pilgrim's feet in piteous fashion,
He, mindful of his recent wound, '
Gave him a lift, in pure compassion.

But Sr. FIACRE coo❑ perceived
He nor his Nags could feed on air,
So, whomsoe'er his coach relieved,
He boldly asked him for his fare.

For Caledonia's sons, 'tis said,
ho' Saints arc sage lnd thrifty still,
And when they stoop, a friend to aid,
Scorn not their purse or scrip to fill.

Parisian Jarreys, as in duty,
His custom and his ❑ame retain,
They ease the aching feet of Beauty,
They save her purfled robes from stain.

Lean are their steeds that never sleep,
Their coaches clumsy to this day;
And still the Scotchman's rule to keep,
They help not those who will not pay.

have sought with great diligence in the musty records
of antiquity, but can find no authority for the Author's as-
sertion that St. FtAcnE was a Hackney Coachman. He was
certainly a Scotchman, and lived as a hermit at '•eaux, in
France; but he was born in k he seventh century. and Hackney
Coaches were not introduced at Paris till 11i•i0, when they
were first let by one Savage, who lived, at the Hotel St, Fiacre,
whence they probably derived their name. The Saint, how-.
ever, has little title to be considered their protectdr, and is
better known as the patron of Stocking-knitters in France—
an art more necessary to the pedestrian, whom his hose se-
cure from mud, than to the lazy dame who lolls in the clumsy
vehicle that immortalizes his name. _

Vide BECKMANN'S History of Inventions.

* The Lady who has thus humourously versified the ancient
Legend of St. FIACREIS the Author of a Poem entitled TILE
VEILS, a work that unites Chemical and Geological Science
with such poetical beauty, grandeur, force and fertility of
imagination, and magnificence of description, as place, it
among the best compositions in our language.
t Supposed to be Edinburgh.

REGISTER OF FASHION.

FASHIONABLE ARRIVALS.

Lord Charles Fitzroy, from Suffolk , the Bishop of Lon-
don, from Fulham Palace; George Byng, Esq. M.T. from
Herts; Major Staples, at Fenton's Hotel ; Sir George Os-
borne, Bart. from Bedfordshire ; S. Thornton, Esq. M. P.
from Cobham Park ; Major-General Eden, from his seat at
Ham, at the Stratfoi d Hotel ; Mr. Eden, at ditto, from Ox-
fordshire ; Foshery, Esq. from the county of Limerick ;at
his house in Old Burlington-street.