An ACCOUNT of the DEATH of
QUEEN CAROLINE,

At BRANDENBURGH HOUSE, on Tuesday, August the 7th, 1821.

THE struggle is over! Hope, fear, anxiety, are now alike at an end! Caroline Queen of England is no more! Her Majesty departed this life at 25 minutes past ten on Tuesday night, the 7th of August, 1821, at Brandenburgh House.

The tragedy of the perfecution and death of a Queen at length brought to its awful clove; and thousands, we may say millions of eyes will be suffused in tears, when they learn that CAROLINE of Brunswick is no more!— The greatest, perhaps the best woman of her day, funk by funk may be called a premature death, at twenty-five minutes past ten on Tuesday evening. Her illustrious daughter, the only object, in truth, for which the mother withered to live—died three years and nine months before her, and in their persons a branch the most illustrious of the reigning House of England, and the cloveft to the royal stem, is for ever cut off.

The Queen—we will not say that she was in her last moments d'effet by her friends or kinsfolk—they who had long deferted her came not near her even at that affecting crisif. The official forms of the Court were neglected in her cafe; and no other announcement of the flate of her malady was given to the anxious people, than that which private friendship and unhaken devotion afforded: But her Majesty was fulfilled by the confessions of innocence—she was footed by the confessions of religion—and that firm courage which a benevolent Providence had so amply supplied to her, and all the members of her suffering race, did not defert her when the came to struggle with the last enemy of our nature—She died as she had lived, a Christian heroine and a martyr. To contemplate the decease of a Princes, in whose gallant heart beat the mingled blood of the reigning families of England, who was the last representative of that united flock, her only child having gone before her to the grave—it is the death scene not of one but of a race. No kint'red hand was near to clove her eyes—no mitred Prelate, to receive, amidst the imprefive ceremonials of his office, and to publich to the world, her solemn declarations of innocence— But Peace was there, smiling like a cherub; and the life which had been spent amidst clouds and tempefts was blest with one last moment of serenity and joy.—And now

“Treason has done its work!”

“Life's final fever ended, the fleeps well.”

“Malice domestic—nothing—can touch her further.”

However undaunted was the courage of her Majesty, there is no doubt but the cruelty of her enemies, the ingratitude of her friends, and the general banefths of Courtiers, did at times most deeply prey upon her spirits, and flock her frame, so as to occasion those symptoms and affections which were likely to lead to this melancholy result.

About twelve o'clock on Tuesday her Majesty suffered a fudden and alarming relapse. The pain in the feat of the difeafe evinced a renewal of inflammation, and violent (pa)modic affection followed. Three of her Majesty's physicians were then present, and opiates were administered, which afforded a short and flight relief, but the inflammation soon attained an alarming height, and it was deemed proper to iffue the following Bulletin:—

### Brandenburg House, 4 o'clock, August 7—In the course of the morning her Majesty has become mu h worfe.

At half-past fix all was anxiety and apprehension in the Household. A meffenger arrived from the Duke of Suffex with a letter of inquiry, to which an immediate answer was returned. The Duchefs of Kent's servant arrived to make inquiries, and was informed that the Queen was in the mott doubtful and alarming flate. Her Majesty, we are informed, was fully fenfeft of her very dangerous flate, and not half an hour since expreſſed heriell pioſuely reſigned to the will of Heaven, requeſting the might not be disturbed; as she was confident she was departing for a

better world.—From that period all the ſymptoms of diffiulation became more and more evident. About ten o'clock all hopes of recovery were at an end, and the agitation and anxiety of her attendants were evinced by the loudest ſtirrks.

At twenty-five minutes past ten her Majesty was no more, and a ſene took place which baffles all attempt at descrlp. All the ſervants rufhed with a simultanéouſous movement into the hall, fell proſtrate on the ground, and, in accents of the moſt heart piercing grief, called out that their milſrels—their beloved milſrels was no more. Her Majesty died almost without a struggle, in the prefence of Lady Anne Hamilton and Lady Hock. The only other persons preſent were Mr. Wilde, the Buriſter, the five Physicians, and Mr. Alderman Wood.—Exprefſes were immediately ſent off to Lord Liverpool and the Lord Mayor, and other public functionsaries.

About noon, when the un favourable ſymptoms began to manifeft themſelves, her Majesty endured confiderable pain: that undaunted refolution, however, which had conducted her in safety over nearly half the ſurface of the habitable globe; which taught her ſiul to defy the threats, and then enabled her to baffle the machinations of her enemies; that noble determination did not forſake her, even in her dying hour, and if the ſuffered verely, the ſuffered without a murmur. She commended her ſoul with humiſity, but with confidence, to her Creator, and truſted me that justice in another world which had been denied to her in this.

To all who approached her, the addreſſed herſelf with perfect comſopore. She forgave all her enemies; even the worſt of them. She appeared glid at the door of approaching friends, that through life the had met with nothing but perfecution, and that the world was to her a blank. Juit before the died the made ſome important dieſl ſores, and flated her conſion on that a new conspiracy was hatching against her. With a calmneſs and resignation which alioſhed the faithful friends who remained with her during the laſt extremities of nature, the made arrangements how the ſhould be buried. In the morning the told her attendants the ſhouſt die about nine that night. All her thoughts at this time were occupied about her friends; the regretted that her want of property deprived her of the power of rewarding their kindneſs and faithful ſervices, and expreſſed a hope that Government would provide for them.

From four until feven the Queen continued gradually to grow worſe. Juit before eight the funk for a ſhort time into a doze. Soon after the eye became fixed, the muſcle grew rigid, and a fluper ſenſed, from which her Majesty never awoke. At 25 minutes past ten (after an entire absence of ſende and faculty of more than two hour.) nature gave up the contell; and, almost without a struggle, the Comfort of George IV. and Queen of England expanſed.

Her Majesty, not long before the became inſenſible, deſared, that to die was happineſs to her: that ever fine he had firſt arrived in England her enemies had, by plots and confiracies, endeavoured to deftroy her; “and at all,” ſaid her Majesty, “THEY HAVE DEſPROYED ME! but I ſorgive them; I die in peace with all man kind.” Calling the ſervant, Mariette Brune, to her bed ide, the faſt—“Your filter Demont has done me great injury; her wickeneſs has been very great: but tell her ſorgive—tell her, that with my dying breath I ſorgive er.”

Her Majesty was Caroline Amelia, daughter of Charles II. of Ferdinand, Duke of Bruntwick, by her Royal Highness Anguila, eldeſt filter of his late moſt gracious Majesty George III. She was born the 17th of May, 1768, in 1795 married his preſent M.jeſt George IV. then Prince of Wales, by whom the had one daughter, the late nunciated Princes Charlotte of Saxe-Coburg

Marshall, Printer, Newcastle.