Lines in commemoration of our late much-beloved Queen Caroline.

The Watermen of the River going in Procession to Brandenburgh House.

## Landing at Dover.

Vrize, ye British souls, arise,
And hail your future Queen;
Is Caroline, the Brunswick fair,
On Dover's plains is seen.

Well might old Ocean's billows rise,
And swell with Kingly pride;
Well might his waves return and kiss
The shore where rests the bride.

I望 see her from you chalky cliffs,
Which intercept the skies,—

Rising like a beauteous star,
While mist and vapour flies.

## The Courtship.

Now Georg.; Britannia's royal
Prince,

Beholds with joy the fair;

And thus to her, in strains of love,
Address'd his tender prayer:—

"Sweet fair! thou pride of Bruns-
wood, hail!

From every danger free,

Welcome to Albion's favourite soil
Where bliss awaiteth there.

Exil'd from thee in vain I prove

The spicy gales perfume,

Harsh is the music of the grove,
And pale the roses bloom.

Come then & to this hapless breast
Divinest peace restore,

Bring thy attendant, virgin love,

And never quit me more.

Save, if exulting in thy smiles,
This heart should cease to approve

The sigh which others woe beguile
Or bleeds for hopeless love.

Come sweetest fair, & be my bride
Thy blissful seat regain,

Nor leave or spell, or magic rite,
To lure thee back again."

## ON HER LAST ILLNESS.

Oft wand'ring in the mossy dale,
I've seen the lily of the vale,
Unconscious of its doom,
To ev'ry piercing wind that blows,
To pearly dews and chilling snows
Expand it's beauteous bloom.

But ere the noontide time appears,
The icy show'r dissolv'd in tears,
Hangs lovely on the flower.

Like many friendless victims born,
It droops beneath the leafless thorn,
The victim of an hour.

So Caroline just like the flower,
Assail'd by storms in evil hour,
Now droops her ağing head;
But while she on her pillow lay,

She thus address'd her friends, who stay
Around her dying bed :—

"Ah, me! the dire relentless foe,
Who dared my interests to oppose,
Have gain'd their wish at last!

But I forgive them—now adieu!
The conqueror death appears in view."

She said, and sunk to rest.

FATHER

Forgive

THEM,

FOR THEY KNOW

NOT

WHAT THEY

DO.

I KNOW

THAT MY

Redeemer
LIVETH

TO PLEAD

FOR ME.

## The Marriage.

"Many for the sake of gain

Wad the partners they dest;

How can tender bliss remain,
Where Love's absent from the breast

G***

The marriage of this royal pair,
With pomp and grace was seen,
While every British heart rejoic'd,
To see their future Queen.

The Bells did ring, the music play'd,
And every heart did join,

To drink in universal glee,
"To George and Caroline."

## Entering the House

The heart that soooer'd it awake to the plovers,
Feed'says the Sea, No be touched by the fire.
WON'T

And did their pleasures multiply?

And did their joys increase?

When now united, heart to heart
They felt each fond embrace?

Ah, no! an intervening cloud,
Which darken'd all the skies,
Eclipsed the bliss—inspiring Sun,
That promised England joys.

Chold—to meet her deadly foe,
She to the house repairs;
His conscious innocence supports
And leads her to the bar.

Here cannyway with helish tongue
Condemn'd our gracious Queen,
And fablehood with infectious breath
Pronounces her unclean.

Yet vain are all their love designs,
Their false a-position—

Im Court Justice, bearing forth
Discover'd not a stain.

## ON HER FUNERAL.

Ah! see, the hearse appear
It's nodding plumes how clear.

Sadness marks the parring throng.
Pity flows from every breath,
While it bears her corpse along

To the gloomy cave of death.

How mournful is the scene,
Bereft of England's Queen;

She who late in genial love,
Comforted the friendless poor;

Now has took her flight above,
Now inhabits earth no more.

Our Queen is gone before
To that celestial shore,

She has left her foes behind,
She hath all the stars outgoe,
Found the rest they cannot find,

I landed in the arms of God!

And shall we mourn to see,
Queen Carolina free,

Free from dangers, griefs, and fears,

In the haven of the skies,

Can we weep to see the tears,
Wip'd for ever from her eyes.

No! Queen beloved, no!
We gladly let thee go,

From a suffering world beneath,
To a lasting crown above,

Thou hast conquer'd tyrant death
To receive the crown of love.

O let us then repair
That glorious bliss to share,

Casting every fear away,

May we to the summons bow,

Welcome bright auspicious day,
That takes away our cup of woe.

Printed and Sold by J. S. Knauf, and Retail, by T. BLOOMER, No. 42, Edgbaston-street, Birmingham.