Verses on the Death
of her Majesty,
Queen CAROLINE,

Who expired August 7, 1821,
at half past 10 at night.

Batchelor typ. Long Alley.

Hark! the doleful knell is tolling;
Listen to the chilling sound—

Tis for your queen—her heart is broken,
She in this world no comfort found.

Tune the harp to strains of sorrow;
She is gone who lov'd your cause.

Grief alast in deadly silence,
Hath whisper'd its heartbreaking voice.

Tis your queen, whose life of suff'ring
Now has reach'd its welcome goal,

Welcome made by persecutions,
Cutting to the very soul.

Was it not then woe sufficient,
Parents, daughter, all to lose?

No; said sternbrow'd persecutors,
Her dearest rights we'll still refuse.

Now Providence has pleas'd to call her
To an everlasting home,

To receive a crown of glory,
Where oppressors cannot come.

Let us hop, twil be a caution
To her foes to mend their ways,
That we may, by their repentance,
Live to see much better days.

A Tribute to the Me-
mory of Queen
Caroline.

God save Queen Caroline,
In thy mansions divine,
Merciful King,
Place her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Praising harmonic
Her heav'nly king.

Because she lov'd the poor,
She was turn'd out of door,
O hear our pray'r;

May she more happy be,
Bleft in eternity,
Malice and enmity
Enter not there.

She was beloved on earth,
By those who prize the worth
Of virtues rare.

Still may her memory
Thro' ages respected be,
While reigning in eternity,
O hear onr pray'r.

Her enemies regard,
On all their hearts so hard
Repentance bring;
Make them refore the laws,
And thereby give us cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the king.

Batchelor typ. Long Alley.