Star.
London, England, 1826-05-04 00:00:00

THE RECORDER'S REPORT.

At the Council held yesterday, the Recorder of London mode
his report to the King, of the following prisoners under sentence
of death in Newpte--nara ly, Joseph Jones, 1101. John Gardner,
17; Joseph Coasio, 32; Thomas Modes, 21 ' • James lieecreft.
24; Richard Elliott, 17 ; George lbour, 18 ; Thomas Kingston,
111 ; Mary ki‘Canhy, IS; Martha Plumb, 25; Thomas Jobbing,
ill; James Fraser, 18 ; James Roberts, 20 ; Emma Farrow, 16 ;
Thomas Evans, 20; John Sullivan, 18 ; Sarah Forward, 20 ;
William Gibbs, 17 ; Thothas White, 21 ;'James Hockley, 261 and
Alexander 3lichie, 22; for stealing in a dwelling-house to the value
of 40s. and upwards. Thomas Burley, 40, for cattle stealing;
William Davies, 20 ; James Green, IS ; John l'hompeins alias
Wlliiami, 21 ; John Thompson, 16 • John Edward Oakley, *Kos
John litivrards, 1t; William Wilten, 12; William Brown, 11;
John M'NichoU, 18; Joseph Long, lit; John Haden, MI; Lined
Miens, 23; John tlaeintlee, 17, fur burglary ; John Jones, Hit
for a robbery ; John Barrett, 14 ; Catherine Clart alias Pitt, 117 ;
John Chick, 20, for highway robbery ; David Spence'', 13, foe
‘beepstealing; James Armitage, 111‘ for horsestealing ; Henry
Brockley, 23, and Dennis Kelley, 211, for returning from trans-
portation.
His Majesty was pleased to respite during his Royal pleasure, an
the above-named convicts, excepting Joseph Jones and John Gard-
ner, who were couvictcd of licaling watches from Mr. Grant's
she; in Fleet-street, and whim case stands over for further consi-
deration. -There yet remain eight capital convicts who were not
included in the report made yesterday.

We understand that it is proposed to revive, al our
ensuing Great Fair, the grand pageant of Lady Gofiva,
with her numerous splendid retinue, in the hope that
the present depressed trade of the city may rateive9olll9
benefit from the additional exertions customary on such
occasions.—Coventry Mercury.
Two Prizes of £21,000, drawn yesterday, were sold
and shared by J. &J. Sivzwaionv, viz. No. 1743 (Class A)-a Prize
of 411,000; and 3995, a Prize 0f,C91,000 (Class 13). The fortu-
nate holders may receive the value, on demand, at J. and J. Siva-
waiciet's Offices, 37, Cornhill ; 11, Holborn ; or 39, Haymarket.
PIDDING and Co.'s Lucky Corner, No. I, cuinhin.
was again, (Yesterday, 5J May,) the Medium of distribution of
great Luck, No. 1788, another Prize s's 20,000 Guineti; being
added to the splendid List of Capitals sold by them, slid she
10417, Prize of Jet®, in various Shares; the foriuuate Holders.
may receive their Money on Demand, and Pre advised to adven-
ture vritbout delay in the New Scheme with the unprecedented
Number of SIX Capitals of £30,000 Sterling, for the Likk of
July, and ptisitively the very last ever to be drawn. Probably
several of these arc destined lobe sold at Pogrom's Lucky Corner,
No. 3, Cornbill.

. TO A NIGHTINGALE. .
—war.
Thou fairy imotist ! in the forest singing.
How sweetly wild is thy meledinuS strain I
Varied in accents, tremulously flinging

Fragment! of wonder on my dissy brain.
Spirit of light ! the music of thy song
Descends upon me even as a dream :. '
I stop enchanted, and would fain prolong

Each magic note of tky impassioned theme.
Where art thou sitting 7—in the branches high
Of you old oak whose flower.tmbroldered trunk,
Rests on a soft mat where the harebells lie,

Its spreading roots 'neath mossy herbage sank?
Minwrel of Heav'n ! is that thy leafy bower,

Where, like the Queen of Beauty, thou dolt shade
Thy gentle self in this voluptuous hour

As in a veil of innocence array 'd ?
The Gathered choir to rest their wings have made
Near thee a favourite haunt, and mute, and fetid,
They listen, scattered in the boughs beyond.
Hush !—'tis the mountain echoes that descend
To wander through the trees !—they softly blend
With every pause an answer so divine,
They emulate, sweet bird! that gentle song of thine.
Children of song ! prolong the flowery tale,—
Fat every bough, touch every living leaf,
Let soft persuasive melody prevail,
That every heart, forgetful of its grief,
Like mine, exulting fur an hour, may be
Uplifted on the wings of wildest extacy !