The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1842-01-28 00:00:00

The Chiistening of. Queen Elizabeth was the most splendid
and elaborate in its details that was ever accorded to a Prin-
cess of Englaid.

" On the ith day of September, lseing Sunday," says Hall,
" the Queen was delivered of a fair lady, which day the Duke
of Norfolk came home to the christening. Te Deum was
sung, and great preparations were made for the christening."

. .
The mayor, the aldermen, and forty of the principal citi-
zens, were summoned to that solemnity, which took place on
the following Wednesday. On which day the mayor, Sir
Stephen Pocock, with the aldermen and council of the city
of London, in their robes and chains, took barge after they
bad dined together at one o'clock, and so rowed to Green-
wich, where many lords, gentlemen, and knights, were as-
sembled. All the walls between the King's Palace and the
Greyfriars were hung with arras, and all the way strewed
with green rushes. The church was also hung with arras.
The foot was of silver, and raised three steps high. It was
placed in the middle of the church, and covered with a
fine cloth; divers gentlemen, with aprons and towels
about their necks, guarded the font, which stood under
a square canopy of crimson satin, fringed
_with gold ;

about it was a rail covered with red say. Between the
chair and chancel, a closet with a fire had been prepared, lest
the infant should take cold in been disrobed for the font.
When all these things were ordered, the child was brought
into the hall, and then every man set forward, First, the citi-
zens, two and two ; then gentlemen esquires, and chaplains ;
after them the aldermen and the mayor alone ; then the King's
Counsel and those of his chapel, in robes ; then the prelates
and peers preceded by the Earl of Essex, who bore the covered
gilt basins ; then the Marquis of Exeter, with the taper of
virgin wax ; next the Marquis of Dorset, bearing the salt,
followed by the Lady Mary of Norfolk, bearing the chrysom,
which was very rich of pearls and gems. Last, under a
stately canopy, which was supported by the Lord Rocheford,
Lord Huse, and the Lords William Howard and Thomas
Howard, her maternal kinsmen, came the child, in the arms
of her great grandmother, the Duchess Dowager of Norfolk,
by whom this Royal scion of her house was proudly borne in
a mantle of purple velvet, with a train of raga' length, furred
with ermine.

On the right hand of the time-honoured Duchess and her
Royal charge walked the Duke of Norfolk, with his Marshal's
rod, and on the left the Dille of Suffolk. Before them went
the officers of arms The Countess of Kent bore the train
of the infant's mantle, assisted by the Earl of Wiltshire, the
Queen's father on the right, and the Earl of Derby on the
left, but nearer to the person of the princely babe than the
Countess. A procession of noble ladies brought up the rear.
The Bishop of London, with a procession of bishops and
mitred abbots, received the infant at the church-door, and
commenced the solemnisation of the sacramental rite ; and
then, with all the ceremonies of the church of Rome, this
great Protestant Queen received the name of Elizabeth at
the baptismal font. Cranmer, Archbishop of Canterbury,,
was her godfather, and the godmothers were the widowed
Duchess of Norfolk and the Marchioness of Dorset.
But of every ceremonial of the kind on record, the most
striking scene, perhaps, was acted at the midnight christen-
ing of Edward VI., in the chapel of Hampton-court, when
the future defender of the reformed religion was presented at
the baptismal font by his sister and Catholic successor, the
Princess Mary, whom his birth had just deprived of the im-
mediate heritage of a throne.

There, too, unconscious of the awful storm that had cloud-
ed her morn of life and reversed her own high prospects
since the day when she had been proclaimed Princess of
Wiles and heiress of the realm, came the young motherless
Elizabeth, who had been roused from the sweet slumbers of
infant innocence and arrayed in robes of state, to perform
the part that had been assigned to her in the pageant. In
this procession, Elizabeth, borne in the arms of the aspiring
Seymour, the brother of the Queen, with playful smiles, car-
ried the chrysom for the son of her for whose sake her mo-
ther's blood had been shed on the scaffold, and herself brand-
ed with the reproach of illegitimacy. And there the Earl of
Wiltshire, the father of the murdered Anna Boleyn, made
himself an object of contempt to every eye by assisting at this
rite, at which he bore the taper of virgin wax, with a towel
about his neck.

The godfathers associated with the Princess Mary on this

occasion were Cranmer, Archbishop of Canterbury, and the
Duke of Norfolk, the first of whom it is well known she
afterwards consigned to the stake.
..

The font, of sad silver, was guarded by Sir John Russell,
Sir Nicholas Carew, Sir Francis Brain, and Sir Anthony
Brown, in aprons, with towels about their necks.
The Marchioness of Exeter carried the child under a ca-
nopy, which was borne by the Duke of Suffolk, the Marquis
of Exeter, the Earl of Arundel. and Lord William Howard.
The Prince's nurse, Mistress Jackson, whom he ever called
Mother Jack, followed with the Queen's domestics.
" While his attendants were making the Prince ready in
his traverse, Te Deum was sung ; the ceremonial was ar-
ranged for the Lord; William Howard to give the towel first
to the Lady Mary ; Lord Fitzwalter to bear the covered
basins ; Lord Delawarr to uncover them. The Lord Stour-
ton to give the towels to the Archbishop of Canterbury and
the Duke of Norfolk."

WRECK OF THE SHIP SOPHIA.—THIRTY LIVES LOST.
—On Saturday accounts were received by the authorities at
at Lloyd's of the wreck of the ship Sophia, of London, which
unfortunately happened on the night of the 2nd. of October
last, and attended with most lamentable loss of life. She
was on her voyage from New Zealand to Kiapara, and had
on board a rich cargo. It occurred about 12 o'clock at night
during a tremendous gale of wind, off the Bay of Islands.
The master, Capt. Harrison, and ten seamen, saved them-
selves by clinging to the rigging and portions of the wreck,
but the remainder, consisting of 28 seamen and passengers,
and two women, met with a watery grave. The vessel is
said to have been worth £5,000 ; but whether she is insured
or not is not known. On Saturday accounts were received
respecting the loss of other ships— the Glengarry from St.
Thomas's, and a brig unknown. The Glengarry was wreck-
ed on the 13th of December, on the Turk Islands ; and the
unknown brig is supposed to have gone down off the Grave-
lines Lights, with the whole of the crew. Respecting the
the latter vessel, her wreck was discovered by the crew of
her Majesty's steamer Widgeon, who endeavoured to trace
out her name, but were unable.

Mr. AINSWORTH'S NEW MAGAZINE.—The starting of
a new monthly publication,—especially one with such claims
on the attention of all classes of readers as are possessed by
AINSWORTH'S MISCELLANY,—is an event of no small im-
portance in the literary world. It has already occasioned
more conversation, and excited keener expectation than

has heretofore marked the birth of any similar work. And
no wonder, when, independently of the fame of the Editor
himself, the host of talent engaged in its pages is considered.
In his story of "The Miser's Daughter," Mr. Ainsworth has
brought to bear, not alone his great power of imagination,
but his varied and accurate knowledge of English lore, man-
ners, customs, and striking events. The period he has

chosen for his romance of "The Miser's Daughter," is that
of ilogarth,—a time more rife than any in character, stirring
incident, curious costume, sturdy humour, and national pe-
culiarities. Then, more perhatii than at any other epoch,
we were essentially English. This story is followed by a
poem from the pen of one of the most distinguished of our
female writers called " The Three Sisters," of which the"
stanzas would not discredit 'Wordsworth or Southey. Mr.
Tupper,—a name unknown to periodical literature, but not
unknown to the serious part of the community by that re-
markable production, " Proverbial Philosophy,"—has en-
riched the magazine by a contribution called " A Flight upon
Flying," wherein humour, quaint fancy, and deep and amu-
sing erudition, are combined. We predict for the series of
essays commenced by this gentleman a popularity as great as
that obtained by the hitherto-unrivalled papers of Elia.
" Uncle Sam and the Editor," by the author of " Uncle
Sam's Peculiarities," is written in a style of irresistibly-
laughable Yankee extravagance—the true vein for a merry
winter tire-side. Mr. Francis Ainsworth, the traveller, and
one of the oilicers in the Euphrates Expedition, has recorded
his " Personal Recollections of Izzet Mehemet Pasha," the
ruler of the destinies of the Ottoman Empire. in a manner
so graphic and interesting as to show himself worthy of the
name he bears. This paper will be read with peculiar interest
at the present moment. Next comes the renowned Major
G. O'G. Gahagan, who has given us the Thousand-and.
Second Arabian Niglit's Tale, under the name of " Sultan
Stork," an exquisite burlesque, truly Oriental, and truly
laughable at the same time. The dance of the female stork
is an admirable piece of humour, and admirably illustrated
by George Cruiksbank. Miss Costello follows, with one of
the most glowing, picturesque, and iomantic legends that
ver came, even from her pen, entitled "The Pi, Du C

and the author of "-Ferrers" has contributed a touch-
ing story of humble. English life, called "The Snow Storm."
To Captain Medwin, the friend and relative of the poet
Shelley, the public are indebted for a singular narrative,
" My Moustache," founded on an incident which occurred

to the writer at Genoa, when he was haunted at every
by a Calderaio, or police agent, who eventually succeeded in
driving him from the city. Then we have a graceful little
poem, entitled " Love and Time," worthy of Moore, by
Laman Blanchard, charmingly illustrated by Cruikshank ' -
a very smart paper on the great event of the month—the
Prince of Wales's Christening—by Mr. Dudley Costello,
with two fanciful illustrations by Cruikshank ; and an admi-
rable review of Victor Hugo's new work. These are suc-
ceeded by " Our Library Table :" an article comprehending
Letters from Mr. Buller, of Brazenose, and Mr. Tupper; a
diverting sketch, entitled " The Ladies' Page;" a song by
Mr. Buller, in his old " Blackwood" vein ;
in and some half-
a-dozen polyglot poems by that gentleman French, Spa-
nish, Italian, German, Greek, and Latin, which, to our
taste are much superior to Father Prout's effusions. George
Cruikshank's illustrations are first-rate, truly Hogarthian in
spirit and execution, and of a larger size than any ever before
given by him to a periodical work.