Star.
London, England, 1818-01-06 00:00:00

Heu rfdeirande jeielki / si qualata.aspera run e,
Tu Marcel:a eris.--.ldauibus date Ult.' plena I
Purpureus spargant Gores, aniznaluq=
His eaten% accusnuiern dons, et fnsi 4s"
Moen. • •itireillo6.

The air was calm, and in the vault on high, 1:
The aparkling stars and their fair queen wets bright
Britaln was fair beneath * cloudless *y;
Fairer to)told in darker shew that sight,
Where the Moon paned ber anted
Arad tie dark death plumes nodded on the air; •
Where solenin silence dna* the waning aights
' Watefeerts'er !lilt 'lrwin; path of those irho bare
• Tto her last werfil home,.a Kingdom's cherith'd heir !
• O thou, who art burnow a vision'd shade,
Eratter'd as roses to the eastern wind !
The blast returning sweeps o'er all the glade,
hod ands the spot, 4 thee no more can Bud;
Only the trace whiclilingers still behind
A pale soft light upon a wintry sky.
• 0 flower, with England's hopes and glory twin'd,
Why wert thou like the breeze width paueth by,
. Stooping to earti awhile—then wafted up on high!
0 thou, who art but now a lovely dream,
• Most dearly priz'd, when love or grief is vain!
'Ve pause to mourn thy early death, and deem
Thy life the memory of some parting strain,
Whose sweetness none may hope to hear again ;
For that high hand which franeilikomokisig strings,
• Math swept in death, and broke their Ilnluid chain;
And thweas from earth the tone for tees' springs,
Sot deeply to the heart its sad remembrance clings!
For England watch'd thee with a heart of pride,
And snarled thy dawning with a jealous care ;
Rasa wert the clierish'd boon so oft denied,
•The royal object of a people's prayer.
The high soul'd Being born to feel and share
' A nation's sorrow and i nation's lame,
All that was kind on earth and good and fair ;
Virtues which grac'd full many a lesser name,
'Were thine to spew bow well their light—a royal rank

became.
But they are gone, that light of promise Bed,
That rising morn which was to see no noon,
And dark unhooking clouds of woe are shed,
Where hope so lately brertk'd her purple bloom.
Turn ye in silence to yon marble tomb,
What reeks it now, all that she might have been?
The vault's damp shade, the paU7 unearthly gloom,
Are the dark boundaries which stretch between
Thee and thy hopes—thy nation's future Queen :
Great of the earth—in rank, in style like her,
Whose pomp or power may claim an equal grave,
Approach in solemn thought that sepulchre ; •
A death like her's—an equal sorrow crave :
Let the bright lesson which her virtues gave
Teach ye to live—to merit such a fate,
Nor deem the selfish balm of pleasure's wave
Can e'er requite the holy tears which wait
The lumbering ashes of the good and great !
; 45,4 ye who bap in youthful hope and truth
'To serve the land she lov'd—lf such there bo-
4VA that sad grave where sleeps her buried youth,
Swear with the soul of a.dpsc chivalry,
By the low glories volticli ps teed to see,
And the bright promise of a nOOlllll4 crows,
I:hat nought shall turn you teen Isopi egagdiney.
Power's dizzy height, or faithless fortune's frown,
Daaale or bead your hearts their purpose to disown!
And even thou, whose hope for ever fled,
Bath left no joy to tight thy future hours,
Grin. not for her, aon'er the common dead,
00 whom the cypress of oblivion lowers,
For, springing freshly as her own fair flowers,
The wreath which Britain twines around her name,
Shall brightly doom in those unfading bowers,
Decreed by time to that unshadew'd fame,
Whose meed is memory--through changing years

Sunday, during Divine Service,' an elderly Lady,
who was -sitting in the upper gallery of St. James's'
church, Piccadilly, let fall her prayer book (a very
large one), vfhich falling on the head of a Gentleman
na&rneath, created considerable confusion among
the congregation. The gentleman immediately left
tka church,
-Between eight and nine o'clock, on Sunday even-
ing, a hackney coachman, after setting down his fare
41'0ov-et-street, Bedford-square, for shortness on his
reinm" he went th,Wn Gowfr-place, where there are
several new putdings erecting, the cellars and areas
of which are unfenced. The night being dark, the
cOathman did not 'see his -danger, until he and the
coach and horses.were precipitated into one of the
vaults or areas ; the coach was shattered to pieces ;
one of the horses was killed on the spot ; the coach-
man and the horse fortunately escaped, bat not with-
out receiving many, sever bruises.
.4the Cork mail ceack, by the way of Cashel, to
Dublin, on Thursday morning, upset, near Castle-
durrow, and with much regret we have to state, that
the ebachman Was killed on the spot, the two guards
teatre severely htirt, and a Lady, an inside passenger,
sustained some injury.
'Thursday last a sailing match was flied to take
place 41tween a boat belonging to a Gentleman of
Inylitoulths. and awl* to one, of StcmebOuse, which
Item to start. from Barn-pool, and. after passing
round the Eddystone, to return to the Breakwater.—
The boats stirto a Moderate breeze from the
eastward, ant :procteded tia within two miles of the
desired spot, eifien the wind became much stronger,
!sill& a heavy'llid; they pert under a press of sail, each
eitav(xtOntt43lKettnost to surpass the other, when
totiebousehoat, which was only a short distance
from her encapatitov, disappeared in a moment, the
Oa at thiettirne running tremendously high, with
MtiterianO, ,W, DOA, of the Royal Navy, and Mr.
ipsa_igallaAteiti4i, and James, Turnbull and R.
leymour.', The persons on board the other
!soft imtpediatA, on losing sight of them, shortened
afid. enctaiiinuied to make for the spot wheri
thly seen ted.to have, dijappeared, with the hope
*anti theni,lltut after looking around in every di.
Tidiest for aieonsiderable time, without success, and
to iltift own irnfaia'. ent danger, they bore }way. for
1.1511 e. white they salt arrived. , The bodies have
wit yet bcA found.