The New era. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1865-1871, 1865-10-12

makea ten years calender of his proceed
lngs; and settle beforehand what his
time of business, meals, and pleasure
would be-
The old pagan kept his promise to his
dying wife. Lady Yarmouth was now
in full favor, and treated with profound
respect by the Hanover society, though
it appears rather neglected in England
when she came among us. In 1910
couple of the kings daughters went to
see him at Hanover-Anna, the Princess
of Orange (abOut whom, and whose hus-
band and marriage-day, Walpole and
Hervey have left us the most ludicrous
descriptions and Maria of Hesse Cassel,
with their respective lords. This made
the Hanover court very brilliant. In
honor Of his high guests, the king gave
several tetes; among Others, magnifi-
cent masked ball, in the green theatre at
Herrenhausen-the garden theatre, with
linden and box for screen. and grass for
a carpet, where the Platens had danced
to George and his father the late sultan.
The stage and great part of the garden
were Illuminated with colored lamps
Almost the whole court appeared in
white dominoes, "like," SAYS the desert
Der of the scene, ssike spirits in the Ely
sian fields. At night, supper was served
in the gallery with three great tables,
and the king was very merry. After
supper dancing was resumed, and | did
not get home till five O'Clock by full day
light to Hanover. Some days afterward
we had in the opera-house at Hanovera
great assembly. The king appeared in
a Turkish dress; his turban was orlla-
mented with magnificent agratie of
diamonds; the Lady Yarmouth was
dressed as a sultana; nobody was more
beautiful than the Princess of IIesse.o
SO, While poor Caroline was resting in
her coffin, dapper little George, with his
red face and his White eyebrows and Cog
@le-eyes, at sixty years of age, is dancing
apretty dance with Madame Walmoden,
and capering about dressed up like
Turk! Fortwenty years more that little
old Bajazet went on in this Turkish fash
ion, until the fit came which choked the
Old man, when he ordered the side ofhis
coffin to be taken out, as we'll as that of
poor Caroline's, who had preceded him,
so that his sinful old bones and ashes
might ningle with those of the faithful
creature. Oh, strutting Turkey-cock of
Herrenhausen Oh, naughty little Mo-
manned, in what Turkish paradise are
YOU now, and where be your painted
houriso SO Countess Yarmouth appeared
rs a sultana, and his Majesty in Turk
ish dress wore an agraffe of diamonds,
and was very merry, was he? Friends!
he was your fathers king as well as mine
let us drop a respectful tear over his |
grave.
He said of his wife that henever knew
a woman who was worthy to buckle her
shoe: he would sit alone weeping before
her portrait, and, when he had dried his
eyes, he would go Off to his Walmoden
and talk of her. On the 18th day Of Oc-
tober, 1760 he being then in the seventy
seventh year of his age, and the thirty
fourth of hi, reign, his page went to take
him his royal chocolate, and behold the
most religious and gracious king was
lying dead on the floor. They went and
fetched Walmoden; but Walmoden could
not wake him. The sacred Majesty was
but a lifeless corpse. The king was dead;
God save the king! But, of course, poets
and clergymen decorously beWailed the
late one. Here are some artless verses,
in which an English divine deplored the
famous departed hero, and over which
you may cry or you may laugh, exactly
as your humOr suits:
while at his feet expiring Faction lay,
No contest left but who should best obey;
Saw in his offspring all himself renewed;
The same fair path of glory still pursued;
Saw to young George Augustus care impart
Whate' er could raise and humanze the heart
Blend all his grandsire's virtues with his own,
And form their mingl radiance for the throne,
No farther blessing could on earth be given
The next degree OF happiness was-heaven!'
If he had been good, if he had been just,
III he had been pure in life, and wise in
council, could the poet have said much
more? 1t was a parson who came and
wept over this grave, with Walmoden
sitting on it, and claimed heaven for the
poor old man slumbering below. Here
was one who had neither dignity, learn
ing, morals, nor wit-who tainteda great
society bya bad example; who in youth,
manood, old age, was gross, low, and
sensual and Mr.. Porteus, afterward my
Lord Bishop Porteus, says the earth was
not good enough for him, and that his
only place was heaven! Bravo, Mr..
Porteus! The divine who wept these
tears over George the Seconds memory
wore George the Thirds lawn. l don't
know whether people still admire his
poetry or his sermons
PROMINENT bachelor pOlitician on