Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1860-10-27

in the passages; the chapel was scarcely alight;
princesses, governesses, equerries grumbled and
caught Geld; but, cold or hot It was their duty to
60; and, wet or dry, light or dark, the slou, ole
George was always IN his place to say amen to the
huplain.
Tn queens character lie represented in Burneyl
at full! length. She was a sensible, most decorous
woman a very grand lady on State occasions, sim.
pie enough in ordinary life; well read as times
went and giving shrewd opinions about books;
stingy, but not unjust; not generally unkind to her
dependents, but inviBciblo in her notions Of ETH
quette, and quite angry ii her people suffered ILL
health in her service. She gave Miss Burney a
shabby pittance, and led the poor young woman a
life which wsll-nigh killed her. She never thought
but that she was doing Burney the greatest favor,
in taking her from freedom, fame, and com ?etence,
and killing her of with languor in that dreary
court, 1t was not dreary to her. Had she been
servant instead Of mistress, her spirit would new
er have been broken down; she never would have
put q pin out Of place, or been a moment from her
duty. She was not weak, and she could not par.
don those who, we're. She was perfectly correct
in life, and she hated poor sinners with a rancor
such rs virtue sometimes has. She must have had
awful private trials Of her own; not merely with
her children, but with her husband, in ,heso long
days about which nobody will ever know anything
now; when he was not quite insane; when his in
cessant tongue was ~ba5bling folly, rage, persecu-
ton and she lad to smile and be respectful and
attentive under this iptolerablo ennui. The queen
bore all her duties stoutly, as she expected others
TO bear them. At a State christening, the lady
wEo held the infant was tired and looked unwell,
and the Princess OF Wales asked permission for
her to sit down. Let her stand said the queen,
Ticking the snuff off her sleeve. She would have
stood, the resolute old woman. If she had to hold
the child till his beard was grown. Il am seventy
years of age,' the queen said, facing a mob Of ruff
ians Who stopped her sedan: Il have been fifty
years Queen Of England, aud | never was insplted
before Fearless, rigid, untorgiving little queen !!
| dOn't wonder that her sons revolted from her.
From November, 1910, George III, ceased to
reign. All the world knows tho story Of his NAL
aGy; all history presents no sadder figure than
that of the old man, blind and deprived Of reason,
wandering through the rooms Of his palace, ad-
dressing imaginary parliaments, reviewing fancied
troops, holding ghOstly courts. l have seen his
picture as il was taken at this time. hanging in
lut updItulenL VI u5 uhUEuleTt lue GanugGhVlue
of Hesse Ho~mbourg-amidst books aud Windsor
furniture, and a hundred foreign "reminiscences Of
her English home. The poor old father is repre-
sented in a purple gown, his snowy beard falling
over his breast-the star of his famous Order still
idly shining on it. lie was not only sightless; he
became utterly deaf. All light, all reason, all
sound Of human voices, all the pleasures of the
world of God, were taken from him. Some slight
lucid moments he had; in one of which, the queen,
desiring to see him, entered the room, and found
him singing a hymn,and~ accompanying himself on
the harpsicord; when he had finished he knelt down
, and prayed al, I'D for her, and then for his family,
concluding with a prayer for himself, that it might
please God to avert his heavy calamity from him,
but if not, to give him resignation 10 submit. He
then burst into tears, and his reason again fled.
What preacher need m0ralize on this story;
what words, save the simplest, are requisite to tell
it? 1t is too terrible for tears. The thought of
such a misery smitos me down in submission be-
fore the ruler of Kings and men, the Monarch Su-
preme over empires and republics, the inscrutable
Dispenser of life, death, happiness, victory. o
brothers, l said TO those who heard me first in
America--'Oh brothers speaking the same dear
9 motuer touSue-O oonir"ue'' "0'ni w W. ~
q US take a mournful hand together as we stand by
this royal corpse, and call a truce to battle Low
he lies to whom the proudest used to kneel once
and who was cast lowe: than the poorest: dead
:, whom millions prayed for in vain. Driven off hi
8 throne; buffeted by rude hands, with his children
in revolt; the darling Of his old age Lilled befor,
, him untimely; our Lear hangs over her breathles
. lips, and cries, 'Cordelia, Cordelis, stay a little /!
e 'Vex not his ghost-oh! let him pass-he hate
p him
f. That would upon the rack of this tough world
h Stretch bin out longer
IA Hush Strife and Quarrel, over the solemn
,e gravel Sound, Trumpets, a mournful march
Fall, Dark Curtain, upon his pageant, his pride
W his grief, his awful tragedy!