The Sun.
London, England, 1842-07-18 00:00:00

CLOSING PRICES.
BRITISH FUNDS.

Bank Stock .1651 "India Stock ... —pm
3 per Cent. Red. .... ... 91 !Ditto Bonds
3 per Cent. Cons 9o:i Ditto Old Annuities ...
31 per Cent. Red 100 i Ditto New Annuities... 88i
New 3i per Cent 99i 'Ex. Bills, 1,000/....2d. 42 pm
New 5 per Cen'. — Ditto 500/...... 46 pm
Long Annuities to expire Ditto Small
Jan. 1860 ......... 12i Rank Stock for Acct —
Oct. 1859
Jan. 1860
FOREIGN FUNDS.

'Austrian, 5 per cent. — Portuguese, 5 per cent.
Belgian, 5 per cent 'Ditto, New Ditto 33
Brazilian Bonds... — ,Prussian, 5 per cent.
Buenos Ayres6 per cent. Russian, 5 per cent —
Chilian, 6 per cent B4 !Ditto, Metallic ...... . ....
Colombian, 6 per cent — Spanish, 5 per cent...... 20/
Ditto, 1824 —i Ditto, Deferred.... .
Danish, 3 per cent — !French, 5 per cent —f. —c.
Greek, 182,5, 5 per cent — Exchange ..—f —c.
Mexican, 5 per cent 364 French, 3 per cent. —f. —c.
Ditto, 6 per cent. 1837 j Dutch, 24 per cent sli
Peruvian,lB2s, 6 per et. 17 i Ditto, 5 per cent. .. ... .iOl4
SHARES.
Bristol :.nd Exeter (70 paid) ... ..... . ... .. 41
Eastern Counties Railway (23 paid) ... ..... 8/
Edinburgh and Glasgow (50 paid) ... 45
Ditto New Shares( 3 paid ..
Great Western Railway (65 paid)
Ditto New Shares (50 paid) .. .• 614
London and Brighton (50 paid) ..
Ditto Loan Notes (74 paid)
London and Blackwall ( paid) ...... ...... 9
London and Greenwich Railway 'l2/ 1534 d pd) 6
London and South Western (4116 s 10d pd) 614
Midland Counties Railway (100 paid)
Ditto Quarter Shares (Li paid) 174
Paris and Rouen (16 paid)
South Eastern and Dover (50 paid) 224
Ditto Scrip. ( 5 paid)

ON THE DEATH Oi*THE DUKE
OF ORLEANS.
Twelve years—and yet it seems but yesterday !
Since I beheld young Orleans, at the side
Of his great father, up the crowded way
In triumph ride !
In all the grace of manhood's early bloom,
Modest he smiled ; and, as the shout rose high,
Bowed to his courser's neck the snowy plume
In mute reply.
That night, I saw him 'mid the festive glare,
Whilst many a loftier beauty sought his glance,
Select a burgher maiden, young and fair,
To lead the dance.
And still, as round him pressed the glittering throng,
And brightest eyes their magic influence shed,
He looked some fairy prince of ancient song,
Risen from the dead.
But those were Gallic freedom's halcyon hours :
The conquering people threw their weapons down,
To bind with chaplets of the sweetest flowers
Their new-given crown.
Exhausted faction slept ; no murmur rose
To break the concord of the general tone:
It seemed, as though a monarch might repose
Even on a throne !
Since then, twelve years have seen the undaunted sire
By wondrous skill a slippery seat maintain,
Guiding his light-poised car, and steeds of fire,
With steady rein.
And Orleans waited for the dangerouS place,
When Philippe's strength should fail, as fail it must.
Alas ! the sire is weary of the race ;
The son is dust !
A widowed bride will weep upon his grave,
And orphan-babes lament his timeless fate ;
But worse than all, where is the arm to save
That tottering State ?
0, by the love I bear thy valleys green,
Thy vine-clad hills, and orchards blooming fair,
Thy woods and groves, thy azure sky serene,
And balmy air ;
From deadly feud, and passion's lawless will,
And war's fierce madness, eager to advance—
In this dark hour may Heaven protect thee still,
Beautiful France !
—True Tablet.