The Sun.
London, England, 1827-06-18 00:00:00

ORIGINAL.

Not her's the look, nor her's the eye
Of cold unmeaning apathy ;
It was not the flash of the flinty stone
That is stubborn to strike and instant gone ;
Nor like the Borealis light
That satiates not, but mocks the sight ;
Nor like the Meteor's subtle ray
That lures us on but to betray;
Nor like the beams of the lurid Sun
Ere the fiery part of his race is run,
To which tho' we bow with homage down,
No mortal eye dare look upon ;
'Twas more like the flame of the glow-worm's light,
So faintly pure, so meekly bright,
That hides it in its mossy cover
Till the noise of the giddy world is over ;
But tho' so faint its timid ray
We pass it in the garish day,
Who does not love it in evening bower,
When it lights up the thought of the pensive hour?
I knew her worth and I loved her well,
O ! how much better than words can tell ;
Yet I knew not I loved her so well, before
The hour was come I could love her no more ;
It was like the dream of the feverish night,
But where is the joy of the morning light ;
No morning breaks to give the lie
To the dismally dark reality.
O ! it is almost sweet to bend
O'er the silent couch of a dying friend,
Yet sweeter when that sacred tie
Was knit in earliest infancy ;
When you know that the spirit that wings its way
Is hastening fast to the realms of day,
To feel the grasp of the chilly fingers,
Where the pulse of life reluctant lingers,
Beating faint and wearily,
Like the timeless plash of the sullen sea,
When evening creeps o'er the slumb'ring ocean,
Wearied and faint with his endless motion.
It seem'd as the angels that dwell on high
Were stung with a holy jealousy,
And they envied, that one so good and so fair,
Should be lingering longer with mortals here;
And they proffered their plea before the throne,
And they claimed the virgin as their own ;
For she smiled at its cares, and looked grave on its mirth,
And seemed to have little to do with earth ;
And they led her up thro' the gates of bliss,
And the passport there was an angel's kiss ;
And they opened the book, but her leaf was fair,
There was not a sin on record there.

MARRIAGE IN HIGH LIFE.—On Saturday,
at St. George's Hanover-square, by the Dean of Carlisle,
Edward Berkeley Portman, Esq. the Member for Dorset-
shire, to Lady Emma Lascelles, third daughter of the Earl
and Countess of Harewood. The Earl and Countess of
Sheffield, the Earl and Countess of Harewood, Mr. and
Mrs. Dugdale, Mrs. Cousins, and a number of the relatives
of the respective families were present at the performance
of the ceremony. The bride was given away by her
father the Earl of Harewood. After the ceremony the
bride and bridegroom left town for the seat of the Marquis
of'Abercorn, the Priory, at Staiimore.

MARRIAGE OF MRS. COUTTS AND THE
DuicE or ST. ALBA Ns.—This marriage, so long talked of,
took place about three o'clock yesterday afternoon, at Mrs.
Coutts's house, the corner of Stratton-street, Piccadilly : a
special license for the purpose having been issued on Toes •
day last, on the fiat of the Archbishop of Canterbury.
The ceremony was performed in the grand drawing-room,
where an altar table, covered with rich crimson Genoa
velvet, had previously been placed. His Grace's uncle,
the Right Honourable and Rev. Lord Francis Beauclere,
read the marriage szrvice ; at which were present, the
Marquis and Marchioness of Bute, the- Ladies Beauclere,
the Countess of Guildford, the Earl of Besborough, the
Earl and Countess of Harrowby, the Ladies North, &c. &c.
Sir F. Burdett was not present. There is, it must be al-
lowed, a little difference in age between the new married
pair—from eight and twenty, to thirty years—and what
there is, is against the lady, but chacun a son gout. The
wedded pair immediately left town for one of his Grace's
seats. The Peerage tells the age of the gentleman, who
was born in the year 1802. He is, therefore, now 25
years old. The age of the lady we are left to guess at. We
have, however, some data to go upon. She made her first
appearance on the boards of Drury-lane, in the character
of Lydia Languish, in January 1795, thirty-two years
ago. In appearance she was then. upwards of twenty.
Her mother, the late Mrs. Entweesle, was married to Mr.
Entweesle at Bampton, in Cumberland, in the year 1782,
as appears by the register of that Church. Harriott Mellon
was then performing in itinerant companies and appeared
about eight or nine years of age. Aubrey Beauclere,
Duke of St. Athens, is a descendant of the celebrated Nell
Gwynn, by King Charles the Second. In virtue of a royal
grant to his ancestor from that Monarch, the Dukes of
St. Albans possess two privileges exclusively exercised by
them, and by the legitimate descendants of the royal family,
viz.—that of entering the Court-yard of St. James's
Palace in a carriage without permission, and that of driving
a carriage in what is called the Ring in Hyde Park.—
Sunday Paper.

ZOOLOGICAL SOCIETY, JUNE 13.—Mr.
Brookes delivered his fourth lecture on the comparative
anatomy of the ostrich. His attention was, on this occa-
sion, chiefly directed to the thoracic and abdominal viscera,
in the illustration of which he took a very extensive range,
explaining the physiological facts connected with the cir-
culation and digestion, and tracing the former through its
various modifications in the various classes of the more
highly organised animals. Notwithstanding the profusion
of technical terms introduced by him in his anatomical de-
monstrations of the numerous preparations which he exhi-
bited, the greatest interest was shown throughout the whole
of a very long address by a crowded audience, consisting
chiefly of ladies. Among the additions to the collection
during the past week, a fine living black parrot attracted
the most general notice. It has been figured by Le Vail-
lant, under the name of the Vasa, and is scarcely, if at all,
known in this country, either in a living or preserved
state. The present specimen is from Madagascar.--
London Weekly Rolm.