LastMoments and Death of
Her Majesty.

London, Tuesday Evening, Half-past Ten o'Clock.

The struggle is over! Hope, fear, anxiety, are now alike at an end! Caroline, Queen of England, is no more!!

The shock through the Household was violent, almost to stupefaction. About five minutes ago, a Moorish domestic of her Majesty burst, half frantic, into the vestibule; and at the same instant a loud and lengthened shriek from the female servants, as they rushed towards each other from their several apartments, rendered all explanation unnecessary to the horror-struck spectators; the cry of alarm was succeeded by a long and fearful pause. It was a pause of death-like silence---of a silence which every one dreaded to break. Even to the last fatal moment, spite of evidence to the contrary, all had hoped, and many had trusted, that she, their friend and mistress! would recover. The sobs of the women were loud and unrestrained; the men covered their faces with their hands and wept. It was long before any thing like regularity could be restored. For some time, all distinctions of rank appeared to be at an end; in this instance, the most eminent individuals present were seen walking about the house, forgetting to claim, and scarcely receiving, any thing like ready attention from their own servants. At length, the necessity of making certain arrangements produced the restoration (in some degree) of order; and we were enabled to collect a few particulars which may be relied upon as authentic.

At an early hour this morning Her Majesty's friends and servants were impressed with a full conviction of her speedy recovery. It would, appear, however, that the expectation of the Queen herself were not so sanguine; for even Mr. Wilde requested leave to attend his professional duties on the western circuit, the Royal Patient introduced her wish that he should remain. About noon unfavourable symptoms began to manifest themselves, and Her Majesty endured considerable pain: that undaunted resolution, however, which had conducted her in safety over nearly half the surface of the habitable globe, which taught her first 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 she suffered severely, she suffered without a murmur. Opiates were administered, and for some time they had a consoling effect; but, at 2 o'clock, increased inflammation was visible to every one, and the post-haste attendance of the Physicians were desired. Just before eight, she sunk for a short time into a dose. Soon after the eye became fixed, the muscle grew rigid, and a stuper ensued, from which Her Majesty never awoke. At 25 minutes past 10 o'clock (after an entire absence of sense and faculty of more than two hours) nature gave up the contest; and, almost without a struggle, the Consort of George IVth, and the reigning Queen of England, expired.

We understand that Her Majesty, not long before she became insensible, declared that to die was happiness to her; that ever since she had first arrived in England her enemies had, by plots and conspiracies, endeavoured to destroy her; "and at last," said her Majesty, "THEY HAVE DESTROYED ME! but I forgive them; I die in peace with all mankind." Calling the Servant, Mariette Brune, to her bed-side, she said---"Your Sister Demont has done me great injury; her wickedness has been very great; but tell her that I forgive---tell her that with my dying breath I forgive her."---(Times Paper, Aug. 8, 1821.)

J. Plant, Printer, Derby.