The Sun.
London, England, 1820-12-23 00:00:00

SOCIETY OF SCHOOLMASTERS.

Yesterday the Anniversary of this beneficent
Institution was held at the Crown and Anchor
Tavern ; Dr. ItussELL in the Chair. After din-
ner was overland Non nobis Domine had been

Sting,
The CHAIRMAN rose and observed, that the toast he was
about to give would naturally be anticipated. On an occa-
sion like this, when conviviality and charity only -were to be
promoted, every toast ought to be avoided, whieJt could excite
pasty spirit; on this principle he should act. There was no
teacher of youth worthy of his situation who would not in-
struct his Pupil to venerate the Constitution and the King.
The health of the King was then drank with much warmth
and long continued applause.
"The Restof the Itoyal Family" followed, and was received
with the usual marks of respect.
Mr. IluasEY proposed the health of the Duke of Canihridge.
Every Master might esteem himself happy if he could turn
out pupils who would prove such exemplary sons as the Royal.
Personage had done whose name he had now the honour of
bringing before them. •
This toast, and " The health of the Duke of Sussex," pro-
posed -by the Chairman, were received with expressions oleos.
dint appruhation.
Dr. KELLY begged leave to recommend another Royal Duke
to their notice, who, although not of this country, bad con-
tributed his assistance to the Society. His bad given the
strongest possible proof of his respect for the profession of a
schoolmaster, by perpetuating the recollection of his having
been himself enraged in the same arduous occupation. When
his Royal Highness escaped the sanguinary horrors of the
Revolution, he took refuge in Switzerland, where-he became
a teacher -in a military school ; and lie had now sent to the
Society a lithographic print of considel atilt merit, in Which
tie was represented in the act of discharging the duties of
that employment. It was almost unnecessary for him to add,
that the Prince to, whim he alluded was the Duke of Or-
leans.—(This toast was drank with much applause.)
The Rev. Mr. WILLIAMS, in an impressive speech, gave
" the memory of the Duke of Kent." In paying a tribute to
the exalted virtues of that illustrious personage, he observed,
that he owed not his distinctien merely to his rank, but to
qualities which would have rendered him eminent in any
station:—to a powerful understaudingl and a warns heart.
Wherever there was. misery he was ready to afford relief,
wherever there was ignorance he was ready to diffuse instruc-
tion. Although he had been removed from this earth by the
decree of Providence, his. memory still lived engraven on the
hearts of his countrymen.
The toast was drunk standing, and in solemn silence.
After a pause, the CHAIRMAN remarked, that some extraor-
dioary stimulus was necessary to (prevent the company from
feeling their spirits depressed by the last toast, and he would
therefore propose something peculiarly interesting to all pre-
sent. lie then gave " The Schoolmaster's SoCiety," which
was received with enthusiasm.
The Bishops of Hereford and Carlisle, joint Presidents,
were then given,- and next the Bishops of London and St.
Asaph's, whose accession to the station of Honorary Presi-
dents was announced.
Time healths of the Vice Presidents were then drank, and
succeeded by that of the Chairman, who returned thanks in
an ropriate speech.
" The Stewards," and other toasts were given, amongst
which was the health of " Dr. Valpy," who, in returning
thanks observed, that he had:been 45 years engaged in the
profession of which he was a member.
The health of " Dr. Kelly," as treasurer, one of the foun-
ders, and an active promoter of the Institution for 25 years,
was received with strong expirssions of :spin obation.
A long list of benefactions was read, and we left the Meet,
ing in the enjoyment of good humour and conviviality, which
were heightened by many excellent glees and songs by Messrs.
Broadhurst, Taylor, Bellamy, and Dignum, and some hu-
mourous singing and recitation by Mr. Yates. Tsylor's
Deseripion of London was called for again. Broadhurst's
John Anderson is in itself a treat, and Bellamy was very effec-
tive in When generous wine.

Mademoiselle Dumont, Theodore Majoeei, and
several others, who gave evidence on the trial of
the QUEEN, sailed from Woolwich on Tuesday
last, on board the Cameleon, which is under
orders for the Mediterranean station. The above
passengers are to be landed on the coast of Italy.

POETRY:

iCARMINA WICCAMICA.-(NQ. V.)

THE PROPHECY OF CASSANDRA,

A POEM.

BY It- NI -T.

Ilion', Ilion, hapless State,
" Ilion, destined soon to fall;
" Thou victim of avenging fate,
" what ruin hovers round the
Net all thy far extended reigi,
Not all the wealth of Asia'S rich. domain,
Shall make the sanguine lace of Veugeance cease
While proudly riding o'er the watery plain,
In burnished. pride the-gilden bark was seen ;
While at the prow. in native lustre gay,
The Regal Shepherd and the Spartan Queen,
Full of the God that ragr'd within her breast, .
Her high propetic soul Cassandra thus express'ds
_Down she flew, in eager haste, '
Loose o'er her neck her tresses flow'd,
And as along the shore she pass'd,
Her cheeks with frantic fury glow'd.
From beneath her snow white vest,
Ilais'd by the wind, appear'd her panting tneast,
Wild was her look, and troubled was her fraine,
Her eye-balls flashed a burnino•
What means the tempest, which, presage of war,
O'er the sad sea in hoarsest thunder howls;
What mean the clouds which, gatheriugfrum afar
Pt egnam with fate, in sudden darkness scowls ?
O'er thee, 0 Troy! the threatening; storm suspends,
O'er thee, wilh whirlwind's force, the vengeful storm
descends.
Heard ye not the battle bray?
Sec the fiery steeds contesting ;
See shield to shield opposing spear to spear;
Mark on the groans fell carnage fasting.
Plootl spear'd havock mwa
y,
And its
And swells the purple torrent of the field,
So high exalted on his iron car,
While'Discord rages, with her hands untied,
While gaunt and grim the helliSh fiend beside,
Howling destruCtion rage the Gods of war.
Ye
.Phrygian maids, that once were wont to stray
O'er slassgrertt 'batik of Xanthits'- lontour'd stream,
On us no more shall hope's gay vision play,
Ott us no more shall joy and freedom beam.
With lingel log eye the shepherds fly,
And leave their lots. and herds behind,
In deep despair they scent to hear
The victor's shout in ev'ry wind
Ile•echoes Ida to the battle's roar,
The Dryad's shriek, and their last hope deplore.
" Helen, fatal are thy charms,
" Fatal, Paris, is thy lust,
" Conspiring Aulis calls to arms,
• " The Queen of Asia sinks to dust.
" proud of Venus' guatdia.. care,
" In vain you comb your sweetly-scented hair,
" In vain you softly sweep the lyre,
• " Fanning the flame of soft desire."
Warm purple robes defend your feeble hand,
Skill'd to the pipe in airy steps to move,
Those warlike deeds th' impending storm demands,
To shield your country and protect your love.
With vengeance fix'd and glorying in her might,
Now Greece her Heroes arms, impatient fur the fight,
•• • Skill'd to wound with eager lace,
Intrepid 'fencer scours the field,
.And deals destruction to thy race,
Secure behind the sevenfold
• Glaring pierce the Pylian sage,
His youthful Sons inflames with martial rage..
In Council Wise, and fierce,in fleldswf fight,
' Fam'd Ithscus displays his might.
The Sons of Tydeus, greater than their Sire,.
Break the thick ranks, and whirl the purple spear,
Achilles storms, his flashing eyes on fire,
Terror and fright attend hint in the rear,
Pallas assists hint from the sky,
And shakes th' immortal shield, presage of victory.
What tho' from their fury hiding
There thy wanton Goddess shrouds
Behold descending from the realms above,
Wrapt his awful form in clouds.
On destruction's pinions riding
The mighty Hero comes; the song ofJove. •
His zone and arms the Deity surround,
And through clouds bright realms of glory shed,
The Lion's teeth grill grimly o'er his head,
And as he moves the rattling shield resounds.
"Onward the Goddess speeds her way,
• " Beside with victory and hope elate;
t`- .lie son of Fran mingles in the fray
•41-akit Paris, Paris, aims the shafts of Fate.
~,"-O'er heaps of slain he sweeps the
" Around he darts his eager eyes,
Twangs the tough horn by Fut ies borne.
"Thirsting fur blood the arrow flies.
" He falls, he falls; the fatal torch of Troy,
•" Gse.ece pours impetuous tin, impatient to destroy;
" Amid the Powers at Heaven descend
" And quit their blissful realms of peace,
" The Gods the righteous cause defend,
" And figt:t fur Liberty and Greece—
" With his firm earths shaking mace,
" ljlew Neptune the ramparts from their base,
"To the victorious Argives Juno calls, •
" And frowns defiance to OS walls."
From Ilion's top-mast height the martial Maid
Shakes hideous ruin on the troops below,
And its a cloud of burnished gold array'd,
Flames with her gnrgon on the trembling foe.
Then Jove himself amongst the liquid air,
Baring his red right arm in thunder guides the war.
~What, thou mighty Asia's Lord,
. What now avails thy high commands,
' What gains the bloody ruffian sword ?
• Thine Empire o'er an hundred lands !
Glitering in the van of fight, • •
And proudly glorying in paternal might,
• Pyrrhus with eagle victory on his breast
—Thunders along in glory drest.
No- More Apollo, Ilion's guardian God,
Averts from Troy her Heav'n determited doom
But far refiring from the scene of blood,
Obseur'd in clouds laments o'er Heitor's tomb,
While fronssome tow'r loose littering its the air,
Pale ruin smiles aud shakes her snaky hair.
O'er the wretch irons hell descending,
liaison's of revenge preside,
Fire the red air, and shake the totering walls
Scattering desolation wide.
Mark from torrents blazing, bending,
With thund'riug souod the Queen of Asia falls,
Pollutito, with his blood the sacred fires
Himself had halloOr'd at the .(trines-before,
His silver hairs and breast besmear'd with gore,
O'erwhelm'd with woes the aged King expires.
jn vain the Virgil,* to the Altafclings,
In rain the Mother clasps her infant Child,
Deserted mercy droops with flagging wings,
And chaste Religion mourns her lanes (lard,
Front Stygian shades, internal Maids
filing the Cypress wreaths of Fate,
tL berever flow the streams); of wue,
Sad emblems of a falling State.
Great was her fame, and vast the puw'r she bore,
Bright have her glories shone, but -Troy is now mo more.