The Sun.
London, England, 1842-10-17 00:00:00

COURT CIRCULAR.

WINDSOR, SU N DAY .—This morning the Queen and
Prince Albert, and the Royal Suite, including the
Countess of Dunmore, Lord Byron, Colonel Arbuth-
not, and Sir E. Bowater, attended Divine Service in
the Little Chapel at Cumberland Lodge. The Rev.
Mr. Cooper officiated ; his text was taken from the
4th chapter of the Gospel according to St. John, and
the 15th verse—" The woman saith unto him, Sir,
give me this water that I thirst not, neither come
hither to drink."
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Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent attended
Divine Service at thd Parish Church, New Windsor.
The Rev. Wentworth Bowyer and the Rev. Mr. Co-
plestone officiated ; the latter Reverend Gentleman
preached an excellent Sermon from the sth and 7th
verses of the 6th chapter of Deuteronomy, " And these
words which I command thee this day shall be in
thine heart, and thou shalt teach them diligently unto
thy children, and shall talk of them when thou sittest
in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way,
and when thou Hest down, and when thou risest up."

Yesterday morning her Majesty and Prince Albert
rode out in the Home Park in their favourite little
phaeton, her Majesty drivinc, ; afterwards, his Royal
Highness, attended by Loreßyron, Sir E. Bowater,
and Colonel Arbuthnot, enjoyed the sport of shooting,
and returned to the Castle to lunch. In the after-
noon her Majesty and the Princess Royal rode out,
attended by the Dowager Lady Lyttelton, in a pony
carriage and four, followed by the Countess of Dun-
more,. Hon. Georgiana Stanley, and Hon. Clementina
Hamilton, in another pony carriage and four. Prince
Albert accompanied the Queen on horseback, at-
tended by Sir E. Bowater and 113 n. Sir W. Lumley.
The Prince of 'Wales and the Princess Royal %vele
taken their usual airings.
Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent, Lady
Charlotte Dundas, and Sir George Couper, Bart.,
joined the Royal dinner circle in the evening.

General Sir Robert Wilson, Governor of Gibraltar,
attended at the Colonial-office on Saturday, and took
leave, on his departure from town,' to embark for his
government.
Saturday was the birthday of his Majesty the King
of Prussia. His Excellency the Chevalier Bunsen, the
Prussian Minister, gave an entertainment in honour
of the day at his residence in Carlton-house-terrace.
General Sancho, the Spanish Minister, transacted
business on Saturday, at the Foreign-office.
The Chancellor of the Exchequer left town on Sa-
turday, for Ryde, Isle of Wight.
Dispatches were sent off from the Colonial-office or.
Saturday evening, for the Earl of Elgin, Governor of
Jamaica, and the Governors of the other West India
Colonies.

Dispatches were received on Saturday afternoon at
the Colonial-office, from Sir Charles Bagat, Governor
of Canada, and the other North American Provinces

THE WILLOW OF BABYLON.

The following is a translation of the Latin verses
by the late Marquis of Wellesley, published last week,
beginning with the words " Passis mwsta comis," and
written on the uprooting of a favourite weeping wil-
low at Eton College. This translation is supposed to
have been the last literary effort of this illustrious No-
bleman :
Dishevelled, mournful, beauteous type of grief,
That seem'st in tears to bend o'er Thames's tide,
And still to rue the day when Babel's chief,
liigh_or. Thy Parent stream enthroned in pride,

Beheld upon the melancholy boughs
The Harps unstrung of Israel's captive band,
When heart and voice, and orisons and vows,
Refused the haughty victor's stern command
To move great Sion's festal lay sublime, .
To mingle heavenly strains of joy with Tears,
To sing the Lord's song in a stranger's clime,
And chaunt the holy hymn to heathen ears.
Down by Euphrates' side They sat and wept,
In sorrow mute, but not to memory dead ; .
Oh Sion I—voice and heart in stillness slept,
But, the pure mindful tear for Thee was shed :
To Thee, beloved Sion ! vain were given
Blessing and Honour, Wealth and Power—in vain
The glorious present Majesty of Heaven
Irradiated Thy- chosen holy Faite !
Fallen from thy God. the heathen's barbarous hand
Despoils thy Temple, and thine Altar. stains,
'Refs of Her children mourns the Parent Land.
And in Her dwellings deathlike silence reigns.
Rise sacred Tree ! a monument to tell
How Vanity and Folly lead to Woe ;
Under what n rath unfaithful Israel fell,
What mighty arm laid Babel's triumphs law.
Rise sacred Tree ; on Thames's gorgeous shore,
To warn the people and to guard the Throne ;
Teach them their religion to adore,
And Foreign Faiths, and Rites, and Pomps disown !
Teach them, that their Forefathers' noble race,
With Virtue, Liberty, and Truth combin'd,
And honest Zeal, and Piety, and Grace,
The Throne and Altar's strength have intertwined :
The lofty glories of the Land and Main,
The stream of Industry and Trade's proud course,
The Majesty of empire to sustain ;
God's Blessing on sound Faith is Britain's force.
Me, when Thy shade and Thames's meads and flowers
Invite to soothe the cares of waning age,
May Memory bring to Me my long-past hours
To calm my soul and troubled thoughts assuage !
Come, Parent Eton ! turn the stream of Time
Back to thy sacred fountain crown'd with bays !
Recal my brightest, sweetest days of Prime !
When all was hope, and triumph, joy, and praise.
Guided by Thee, I raised my youthful sight,
To the steep, solid heights of lasting fame,
And hail'd the beams of clear ethereal light
That brighten round the Greek and Roman name.
0 Blest Instruction ! friend to generous youth !
Source of all good ! you taught me to entwine
The Muse's laurel with eternal Truth,
And wake Her Lyre to strains of Faith Divine.
Firm, incurrupt, as in life's dawning morn,
Nor sway'd by novelty, nor public breath,
Teach me false censure, and false fame to scorn,
And guide my steps through Honour's paths to death.
And thou ! time-honour'd Fabric stand ! a Tower
Impregnable, a bulwark of the State !
Untoneh'd by visionary Folly's power,
Above the Vain, and Ignorant, and Great !
The mighty race with cultured minds adorn,
And i'iety, and Faith ; congenial Pair !
And spread Thy gifts through Ages yet unborn,
Thy Country s pride, and Heaven's Parental care.
W.

' ILLUSTRATION OF THE CORN-LAW.—We once,
some years ago, heard a very shrewd north country-
man explain his opinion on the Corn-law, and the re-
strictive system generally. He did so, as plain peo-
ple will often do, by a parable. In that part of the
country, where great landlords are neither so nume-
rous nor so arrogant as they are here, hare-hunting is
a favourite amusement with all classes. The dogs are
not regularly bred and matched, but are picked up,
and kept by twos and threes, at straggling farm-
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quality. In the pack with which our friend bunted,
there was one remarkably good dog. He was
staunch, sagacious, obedient, and discreet. He never
gave mouth falsely, nor ever mistook or over-run the
scent. He had but one fault, and that was excessive
speed. He outstripped every dog in the pack, never
missed his game, and spoiled the sport by killing the
hare himself. To cure him of this, he was made to
carry weight, and a collar filled with shot fastened
round his neck. Our friend said that he never saw
the dog without thinking
.of the Corn-laws, nor ever
heard of the Corn-laws without thinking what a pity
it was that so excellent a dog should be made to carry
a lead collar to keep him down to the pace of a set of
worthless curs, not one of whom had a tithe of his
good qualities. Our case •is even worse than that of
the poor dog's. No matter with whom we have to
compete, the load is unalleviated. All the nations of
the world are improving and outstripping us in
speed, and yet here we are, with the leaden weight
' of this restrictive policy, as if we had nothing but the
old lame pack to deal with, and when we find our-
selves stumbling, some wiseacres tell us not 10 Llarre
she load, but the energies which so far have enabh d
us to sustain it.—Liverpool Journal.
Mr. Higgs held an inquest on Friday at the Rising
Sae, Knightsbridge, on view of the body of Louisa
Morris, aged 24, who was found dead in the Serpentine
on Thursday morning last. James Jarvis, of Park-
court, Great Hertford-street, sworn—On Thursday
morning about ten o'clock, I was near tl- e Serpentine
with my Newfoundland dog. He brought out a stick
that I had thrown in, and then returned to the water and
laid hold of something which I soon found was pUrt of a
woman's dress. The dog could not drag the body out,
and I got assistance from the receiving-house, when it
was brought to the shore. James Morris, of No. 7,
Norfolk-place, sworn. The deceased was my sister.
I saw her alive about six weeks since ; she was then
residing with my father. Since that time she has kept
company with a young man whom I have heard has
recently deserted her. She was not in the habit of
staying out late at night, and I believe that she must '
have destroyed herself through his giving-her up. No
other evidence being forthcoming, the Jury returned
a verdict of " Found Drowned, but how she c; me into
the Seater there was no evidence to prove."