Star.
London, England, 1826-08-09 00:00:00

PARTNERSHIPS DISSOLVED.

Richard 'Avner and Samuel Deacon Welch, Tovin Mill, Maid-
stone Kent, paper manufacturers. Thomas Turner and William
Good, Waterloo-rood, Southwark, ornamental painters. John
George Marzetti and John Park the younger, Laugbourn Chant-
hers, Fenchurch-street, wine merchants, ship insurance and Custom-
house agents. Christopher Laws and John Hobbs, Pusses, South-
ampton, coal merchants. John Rodgers, Joseph Rodgers, Maurice
Rodgers, and George Rodgers, Sheffield, merchants, as far as.regards
Joseph Rodgers. Esther Burrow and George William Burrow,
Holly-house, Horton, dealers. John Norris and Thomas Woodyer.
Newman-mews, Castle-street, Oxford-road, sawyers. James
Savage and Samuel Mead, late of Grosvenor-row, Chelsea, brewers.
John Leslie and Samuel Jacobs, Broadwall, Stamford street,
Surrey, piano-forte makers. Junes Hauck and Jabez Lyndsell
Patrick, Paternoster-row, accountants. John Symonds and Joseph
Mansell, Yeovil, Sontersetshire, common carriers. Reuben Red-
shaw and John Stone, Manchester, lace manufacturers. Robert
Sands and Henry Dunn, Kings Arms.boildings, London, Lazarus
Conway Barnett, and William Francis Thomas Nottingham, lace
dealers, as far u regards Robert Sands and Henry Dunn. Wm.
Baillie and Charles Davidson, Broad-street, St. Giles's, bakers.
Jahn Allen and William Edwardi, Manchester, Scotch warehouse-
men and merchants. John Cunningham and Simon Dodd, New-
castle-upon. Tyne and South Shields, whiting and colour manufac-
turers. William Parkinson and Charles Galindo, Liverpool, book-
sellers. William Treehela and Matthew Treehela, Coleman-street,
Tenter-street, Mood:wide, carpenters. Robert Beatson Wheat-
hill, Rotherham, Yorkshire, and :John Beatsoo, William Brat.
son, and Thomas Benson, Masbrough, Rotherham, oil of
vitriol manufacturers, as far as regards Thomas Batson. Jacob
Dawson and Thomas Taylor, Tyne Pottery, Heworth Shore, Dur-
ham, earthenware manufacturers. Joseph Reynolds, Mogan, and
John Jeffery, and Nicl.olas Vivian, jun. Carthame, Cornwall,
merchants. Waiter Vavasour, John Vavasour, and William
Parry, Rochdale, Lancashire, wooistaplers and merchants. Wm.
Baxendale and John Langsdale, Liverpool, timber dealers and
joiners. Andrew Pearce and William Parton, Bath, linen drapers.
William Neely and W. A. Deacon, Change-alley, Cornhill, adver-
tising agents. Robert Harrison, William Harrison, Stapeley,
Cheshire, and Robert Harrison, jun. Willaston, Cheshire, cheese
factors. Robert Harrison and Samuel Robinson, Beverley, York-
shire, tailors. Thomas Wilson Winter, Richard Simpson, and Wm.
Whaplate, Sculcoats, Yorkshire, timber merchants.

Quaarc, JUNE 21.—An unusual number of ships
have arrived this season, but business is not so brisk as enstonsary at
this period. The country is generally suffering under an unusual
drought, and the farmers, especially in the Montreal dlogrict, fear
that their crops will be entirely burnt up.

Our touching at St. Helena would have been an inci-
dent devoid of interest to me, had it not been for the
opportunity of viewing the tomb of him whose devas-
tating arms spread terroc over the face of Europe. St.
Helena appeared to me to be in itself a frightful island
—a rock of desolation—an emblem for the seat of exile
—an insulated prison--a scene of all others the most
likely to break-the heart of one b mished to its abrupt
and rugged strand. It cost me a world of trouble and
fatigue (which but for the object I had in view would
have been ill repaid) to mount up the steep, serpentine
windings, and con-tant twisting: and turnings, which
elieve the traveller to a ceriain degree in the almost
perpendicular ascent. Oct my way I passed by the
country house called the Briars, which was the -first ha-
bitation of Wapoleetv err *it sivrfsPs4 in, the We e& It Is
a very sweet spot, when contrasted w:th the surrounding
horrors of the plate, and owes mach of its 114411101100 to
a waterfall, which invites to musing and meditation ;
but the haunts of the living were not the objects of my
expedition; and I at length gained the tomb.
He who looks for the lofty or sublime in this man-
sion of the dead, will be wholly disapplinted; riqt a
trophy, not a wreath, no broken trumpet or fallen spear,
no glaive nor helmet; a plain slab, formed of three
Portland flag stones, taken for the purpose from the fire
place of the ex-Emperor's kitchen in his new house, is
the only covering on his grave; on this not a line,
either descriptive or commemorative, is written; no
name, no date, as if he had gone—
,. And like the !Melees fabric of a vision,
Left not a wreck behind."

Around the secluded spot, the romantic and pictu-
resque prevail in a high degree, It is situated in a green
valley, well planted with umbrageous trees and beauti-
ful shrubs. Five willows droop over the blank tablet,
and, waving in the breeze, throw alternate' light and
shade on this unlettered monument, rustling, at the
same time, in a sort of mournful cadence. On the left
side of the grave are peach trees, which belr fruit; and
a spring, as bright as crystal, glides on the outside of the
railing which is about the tomb, and itself encompassed-
by a hedge of geraniums. A serjeant and a private are
placed here on guard. and hate orders to prevent people
from gathering leaves, and cutting pieces off the wil-
low trees. I had intended tr; write a line, by way of
epitaph. with my pencil,on the stone; but the thing illts
impossible. My attempt was resisted. and I had some
difficulty in obtaining a small piece of one of the trees ;
but was freely allowed to gather some of the peaches
and the geraniii in, the hue of A hich reminded me of the
riband of the Legion of Honour, founded by the de-
ceased, and elevated by the blood of so many a battle
field. I now prepared to depart, when an incident of
some interest arrested my steps for awhile. A young
and pretty French Lady approached, and was soon lean-
ing in a pemsive attitude over the railing before described,
with her eyes in tears, Lunt on the grave which it en-
closed. She was one of a party of natives of f.ance
who had landed from a ship in the bay, to visit this
memorable sepulchi e. Her companions speedily arrived.
and after a look or two, per su ided her to quit the spot
to which she seemed almost immoveably attached. Tile
only male in the patty evinced that trivial disregard
which signalize, the chat aster of his countrymen. He
sly egged up his shoulders, and as they fell again, uttered
something illustrative of the sho. trtess and uncertainty
of human glory. Then (speaking of the island) he said,
" Ala foi, c'est ern endroit execrable." The young Lady
remained without speaking all the time, and in a few
minutes I lost sight of her. I now regained my ship
and made sail for England; but the batten rock, lone
grave, and weeping girl, have ever since haunted me.