Star.
London, England, 1829-08-29 00:00:00

THE CHURCH.

OXFORD, Auo. 29
Sunday the Hen. and Right Rev. the Bishop of this Diocese was
consecrated at Lambeth Palace, by the Archbishop of Canterbury.
The Hon. and Right Rev. :he Bishop of this Diocese has no-
minated, as one of his Chaplains, the Rev. Augustus P. Saunders,
/41. A. Student of Christ Church.

The Rev. J. R. Young, to be Vicar-Choral of St. Patrick's Ca-
thedral, Dublin.
The Rev. Charles Bortoo, to the Vicarage of Wickhambrouk,
Suffolk, void by the death of the Rev. Thomas Seabrook.
The Rev. Henry Dampier, Rector of Crawley, to a Prebendal
Stall in Ely Cathedral.
The Rev. Henry Wright, RA. to the Vicarage of Winkleigh,
Devon.
The Rev. Isaac Clarkson has been inducted to the Vicarage of
Wednesbury, Staffordshire.
The Itev..Alfrect Minot, M.A. Vice-Principal of St. David's
College, has been collated, by the Bishop of St. David's, to the
third Cursel in the Cathedral Church of St. David's, vacant by the
cession of Archdeacon Payne.
last.aun.—At an Ordination held in the Cathedral of Cloyne,
on Sunday, by the Bishop, the following gentlemen were admitted
to Priests Orders :—Rev. John Gore, Rev. William Rogers, Rev.
Richard Davies, for the Diocese of Payne, and Rev. Samuel Bu-
rnish, for Cork ; and the undermentioned were ordained Deacons :
Messrs- Edward Acton Davies, and John Paul lawless, for the
Diocese of Cloyne; Edward Fairciough, Parnell Neville Kearney,
for Cock ; John Godfrey Phillips, for Cashel, and George Ed-
mondson, for Waterford.
Wednesday last his Grace the Lord Primate held his Triennial
Visitation at Lisburn, for the the united diocese of Down and Con-
nor. The attendance of the Clergy was very numerous. A most
appropriate sermon was preached by the Very Reverend the Dean
of Connor.
A messenger with dispatches from Ins MAJESTY at
Windsor, arrived yesterday forenoon, at Argyll House, the resi-
dence of the Earl of Asaanzert.
A messenger, with dispatches from the Duke of WEL-
Limnos, at Weimer Castle, arrived in town yesterday morning
between one and two o'clock, at the Earl of A aaaaa se's.
The Royal Charter has been granted to King's College,
London, and the Council have contracted for the immediate erection
of the buildings on the vacant ground near Somerset House.
A curious hoax was played in the neighbourhood of
Camberwell yesterday morning, in consequence of an auctioneer
anuounciag amongst other things, the sale of a portable treed-mill.
A number of invalids, having heard of the beneficial effects result-
ing from the exercise at the tread-mills, attended the Roeder', but
were greatly disappointed on the lot being put u? to find tbat it
was neither more, nor less than a revolving spired a cat*

P. S.

LETTER DROPPED BY THE VIENNA

COURIER.

My dear old Mm, your plans work well,
I'm bringing every gun to bear :
The friends of Constitution yell,—
Plebeians cry—and Bishops swear.

The little brat of the Brazil,
Whose father dares to think so free,--
We've scorned—neglected—used so ill
That she is fain te• Hy to sea.

We've good accounts from friend Don :gm.
The Monks increase—the scaffolds flow,—
Greece soon must fall thro' foul intrigue,
And freedom die in Mexico.

We've led the fiery Gaul a dance;
And Pic, true to our plot.
Votes he'll find means to muzzle France,
And send all chartered rights to pot.

Tn serve our scheme the Prints ate bought,
The damn'dest doctrines they defend.—
The people, grown corrupt in thought,
Now read them without hair on end.

This, then's the time to strike the blow—
Europe's free institutions reel ;
We've brought them to the—" touch and go"—
And they will fall with little skill.
But, oh ! my friend, the wily Russ
Has play'd us such a slipp'ry trick—
Left to our own smaU game of Goose.
We feel our ostrich stomachs sick.

We know not what to do ot say—
Our nation swears it is betray'd;
And much we fear, without delay
'Twill ask accounts of Turkey trade.

With all the talent of the Duke,
We know not how to raise the vritni—
Dunsbfounder'd quite—his chop.foll'n look
Shows workings of a puzed mind.

Now Merr—as 'twas your sage advice
That brought our sad distress about,—
Come to our ahl—al any price—
You got win—,o get us our.

Oh Lord! oh Lord ! bad news—bad :tows,
A sad dl4patch has just come in—
him's fleet has made a fatal cruize
Mauled by the foe, thro' thick and thin.
Curse on the pluck of Villa Roo—
That villain nay undo us all—
Adieu—in haste—l'll say no more,—
But—now to work Terceira's fan!

Soft recollection !—thy sweet tales beget,
Tears warm'd with joy joys blenching in regret ;
And like mute pictures of lost objects dear,
Snatched from our arms, to crumble on the bier,—
We cherish them—but cherish to deplore

The traits they show of friends embraced no more ;
The mimic looks of those whose perished smiles,
'rime's band hash swept away and clained as spoils •
So Recollection feasts the pensive eye,
,With pictures of delight, long since gone by,
And Craned with tears of pleasure and of pain,
I She binds them to us with a golden chain.

.•• • •

THE INFERNAL MACHINE.

In front of a building of sinister aspect, a troop of soldiers stood
In negligent order on their arms. Some played with their mu.ket
locks, while others, rubbing them with their sleeves, mechanically

endeavoured to burnish them-to increase of lustre, while they oc-
casionally exchanged words, in a low tone, which the crowd
around endeavoured in vain to catch up. Here and there the se-
cret spies of police listening on one side, prying on the other, mixed
in the curious throng to entrap opinions. Every one asked why
these armed soldiers.were assembled? When an old porter of the
Rue de Grenelle St. Honore, with a bandage over one eyc, and a
crutch under his arm, thus spoke with an important voice :
" Zooks! can't you see well enough that they are waiting for"..
" Waiting for who?" said a young laundress—forgetting that

she should be scolded for coming late to work.
0 Who! who !" exclaimed the one-eyed porter, "why the
•Chouan.'• they are going to shoot this morning."

" What then has he done?" cried several gossips together.
" Why, he attempted the life of the First Consul !"
" Bah!"

" Nothing mote ?"

" But there were several."
" Oh ! the others will never more break bread : this one has
been kept as a last choice morsel!"
" But since the First Consul is not dead," replied the young
girl, " ought they to condemn the poor wretch, who is, perhaps,
repentant ?"
" La! what a good creature you are! Why it was no fault
of his if he missed his mark. Did he not blow up our quarter ?
besides, pray wilt be give me back my eye, or refund my leg, left
two months ago at the Hospital?
" Oh, you were in it, then,"—exclaimed a mason. " What a
fool! Was lin it Indeed? Oh, the villain ! the maimer ! the gon-
powder-plotter ! I was not the only one /9
" Du not speak thus," interrupted the young girl, " since he is
to die, you must pardon him."
" Pardon him !sh, no, indeed !—but stay, there goes a Jarvey—
its the Recorder, no doubt—we %hall know all presently.
Meantime, in the depths of the prison the criminal—pale—tremb.
ling—shrunk from the death he had been so ready to inflict. At the
least noise be dropped on his knees, imploring for mercy. Oh,
how fondly did he cling to life in proportion as hope abandoned
him—how did he not curse the flattered courage which had
exposed him to the dangers of his infernal enterprise ! The
Judges had doomed him—the hour of execution was arrived—all
was over—and—be must die—

bl.ght he hope for pardon? could he even dare to implore it 7—or
could he now show to all Uurupe the weakness of the coward after
the audacity of the murderer? What spirit, then—what rashness
Was that which animated him—when he sought to strike at a
Colossus, rising in glt., whore name was the terror and admira-
tion of the world? Why, it was but perfidy—indeed a dangerous
arm—but he whom he attacked had strength to crush far other
serpents than this tape►.
Hark! a confused hum has just struck his
ear—he listens—the heavy doors roll on their massive hinges,
and he thinks it is the gene d'arnies who approach to tear
him front his dungeon, where now to live seems almost happiness.
His breast Is choaked—he cannot breathe—a horrid weight over-
whelms him—his eyes glare blood-shot—cold drops roll rapid
down his brow. They open—be falls to the ground. Is it death?
No—it is his pardon.

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.A
few years later, Bonaparte, -in -in one of his melancholy rambles
at St. Helena, observed to Las Caper." I have often exerted the
right to pardon, and I have always had cause to repent it."
FlalAllo.
It is needless to inform the reader that Pulignac i 4 the hero de-
signed in this spirited Mtde Action.

We are assured that the acme of Monsieur Mangin is a Bawer/.
This explains why we beard yesterday ■ common fellow, In an te-
stis of rage, exclaim against another," Hold your tongue, you old
manila!" Musa KO.
••• • •

• Nisht Owl—name given to certain Royalist Insolena of the
Vended.