The Sun. — 1850-07-24 (London, England)

SIR ROBERT PEEL. BORN FEBRUARY 5, 1788. DIED JULY 2, 1850.  BY WILLIAM CHARLES KENT, Aunon OF "Aletheia."  He has perished in peace, yet departed in glory' The senator's robe, not the hero's, his shroud; No blood-streaming battles emblazon his story, lot. Yet still with his fame the whole lan,d ring s g In the slumber of death he is silent for ever; No more may his accents the nation rejoice— The nation who loved him, the nation who never Can hearken again to her orator's voice.  Our dreams of hi,s future have died in theirsplend°ll4 eats; Have died with his d;ath, and are drowned with our tee Alas! that one moment of anguish can render  Thus vain and evasive the vision of years. Alas! that the genius a realm is lamenting f a day; Should thus have been quenched by the pangs 0 Should tempt the Destroyer who knows no relenting, And sink with ore sigh to the depths of decay. He sleeps—but the world is awake to his actions; He dies—but the ace is alive to his worth: He failed—but in failing dismembered all factions; Ile ruled—and in ruling replei.ished the earth. And now o'er his tomb are the multitude mourning The loss of their statesman, their idol, their chief, The sense of whose greatness, their conclave adorning, Enhances their pride but to heighten their grief. Though lowly the fate that bereft him of power, • Sublime was the sorrow that rose o'er his fall, When millions, dejected, awaited the hour Replete with calamities dreaded by all. Oh, dire were the portents and deep the emotion That threatened the State like a shadow of glo°lll' When Princes and People, with common devotion, At sundown and sunrise sought news of his down.. For well they rernember'd the light of his reason Shone brightest when blackest events were coMbilleu The horrors of famine, the terrors of treason ,„(1. But winning new store from the wealth of Their gratitude turned to the thought of that val°llrt That shelter'd the islands when ills o'er theta sWeP • And musing with awe when he lay in death's pallOr? The senator trembled, the warrior wept.  No Minister ever more nobly presided O'er councils that never more needed control, And ne'er hath ambition more grandly derided, The baubles of empire that gleam in its 051' Was England's command on injustice dependet, His large and magnanimous heart chose aright He abandoned to foes his position resplendent/ And yielded to weakness the wand of his might' In opulence lull'd, yet his life was devoted To watch o'er his country and toil in her estls" Though leisure allured his), his aim was denoted  By drudgery pass'd in amending her laws. A passion for letters and science uniting Their blandishments, sought to decoy him 101-dog Ilira—the gentle and brave—only stern when req.— The crafts of intrigue and the wiles of chicane. Yet, brilliant his acts of political duty, More brilliant the deeds of hisprivate Weer' te When for virtues, more sweet n ptheir homelier Deere .” .:t Most loved the great man, some might only rev Oh ! solemn the proof of his generous feeling &spit, Drawn forth from its stealth by a blood-stained The suicide's hand, in its anguish revealing care. His nature, still tender, when ravaged by The People he loved more tkan Place, ever yearning ensure; To govern them wisely, their good to And oft from his measures the nation was 'earl-11401 He ow, reared 'mid the rich, he yet lived for the Pi; The for homes were the scenes of his fond ;15P The •rati° cottager's blessing his brightest reward, tot More prized than the pomp of a dukedom's °ea Than wealth or nobility gained by the sword. Then leave, as he wished, his frail ashes to Mellicie • Beneath the old fane near the scenes of his n-th , til Though humble its shade, nobler structure icere:o of tru. To him who viewed death through the sPeeiro pageants sepulchral accumulate round hioi horei The symbols of pride that he spurned on life's 0 More grandly his great recollections surround 103-The Patriot Chief whom the People deplore' London, 9th July, 1850.  13011 r bine fif