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Book. Ch. Verse. R: Aspland, of Hackney (Hunter)
Isaiah 40 6, 7, S W. A. Armstrong, of Cheshunt...
Psalm 68 40 dittol ditto a Second Sermon
J. Alley, Curate of Islington (Rivington Job. 24. 118 and 20
R. P. Beachcroft, Rector of Blenham (Seeley) Genesis 23 5 and 6
T. F. Bowerbank, of Chiswick (Rivington).. Amos 819 and 10
B: Burgess, Curate of Mary-le-bone
T. Bartlett, of Kingston (Hatchard) Isaiah 406, 1, 8
W Brown, of Enfield (Conder)
Jer. 15 9 R.B Beroand, Rector of Glankeen (Hatch
Amos 8 ard)...
8 R. F Bree, of Peckham (Mawman)
Jer. 8 114,15 18
Ba show, of Hinckley (Bickerstaff) Psalm 00 12
W. Butler, of Pimlico (Nicholls)
Isaiah 26 20 Dr. B Collger, of Peckham (Black).
Lamen. 5 14 and 15 Geo. Clayton, of Walworth (ditto).
Isaiah 40 6 dittol ditto ditto (ditto)..
9 J. W Cuoningham, Vicar of Harrow (Cadell) 2 Samuel 14 14
J. Churchill, of Thames Ditton (Coxe) Jer. 15 W. Chaplin, of Bishops Stortford (Cooder) i Peter
24 R. Chatfield, Vicar of Chatteris (Richard son)
2011 to 15 H. Cox, Hadleigh, Suffolk (Williams).. Jer. 15 S. Crowther, of Newgate-street (Payne, a Hatter, in Newgate-street)
Dr. Chalmers, of Glasgow (Longman) Isaiah 26
E Craig, of St. Edmund's Hall
J. Evans, of Worship-street, Finsbury
Eccles. 11 and 2
J. Rast, of Campden Church
C.F. Fenwick, Walton, Somerset (Long.
man and Co.)
A. Fletcher, of Albion Chapel, Moor-
fields (Tew, Tower-Hill)
* 35 J. Fletcher, of Blackburn (Cooder)
729 to 30 J. Garbett, of Cardington, Lincoln (Baldwin)..
Isaiah 40 6 and 7 R.Gray, Recior of Bishopwearmouth
Jer. 4 jo (Rivington) G. C. Gorbam, of Queen's College (Seeley) 1 Cor. 7 29 and 30 R Goodman, of Jew's Synagogue, Denmark Court (Sherwood and Co.)..
Eccles. 7 1 and 2 G. Hughes, Curate. of... Walthamstow (Longman)
1 Samuel 1 27 C. S. Hawtney, of Monmouthshire (Seeley) Rey. 3 19 C. J. Hoare, Vicar of Blandford (Hatchard) Psalm
7 C. S. Hawthrey, of Bethnal green (Seeley).. Rev. 3
"19 J. Holmne, of Southminster (Rivington) Deut.
J. [vimey, of Eagle-street Chapel (Button) Eccles. '8 8
J. James, of Oundle
Matt. 6 10
J. Kerby, of Lewes, Sussex (Button)
Isaiah 40 6,7,8
J. Keilo, of Bethuel-greeu (ditto)
Job 84 19 and 90 J. Keysall, Rector of Breedon (Longman) Isaiah 26 B. Kennicott, of Mookwearmouth(Long. man)
Matt. 25 13 Dr. J. Kays, of Cambridge
Psalm 119 C. W. Le Bie, of East Iodia College (Cadell).. iTim,
1, 2, 3 G. H. Law, Lord Bishop of Chester (Rodwell Job
Book. Ch. Verse. T. Le Mesurier, Rector of Haughton (Rivington)
Job, 34 18,19,20
H. Lacy, of Le Skerne, Salter's Hall
Jer. 15 9
Lewis, Orange street, Islington
Gen. 18 25
W. Lamport, of Nicholas-street Chapel Amos, 8
9, 10 Dr. Macauley, of St. George's, Hanover
I Sam, 20 3
T. Morell, of St. Neott's (Conder)
9 21 W. Marsh, of Colchester (Baldwin)
1 Sam. 3 18 D.M.Nicoll, of Wesley's Chapel, Leeds
I Tim. 6 15, 16
(Longman and Co.)
J. Nance, Rector of Old Romney (Ri-
Mark, 5 99
Dr. Newman, of Old Ford, Bow (Teape) Lament. 2 1
W. G. Plees, of Cressing (Ogles and Co.) James,
13, 14 J. Pridden, Rector of St. George's, Bo
Proverbs, | 27 1
J. Purkis, of Deptford (Cox)
20, 21 H. Pbilpot, of St. Margaret's Cross Gate
Gen. 3 19
Pendegrast, of Barnham (Rivington).. Luke, 7 18
J. Pilkington, of Rayleigh
20, 21 Arch. Polts, St. Martin's-in-the-Fields, first
Eccles. 7 1
Sermon (Good and Adams)
Second Sermon (ditto)
11 Third Sermon (ditto)
1 Cor. 12 26 J. Rudge, of Limehouse (Hatchard) Isaiah, 26 9 Dr. A. Rees, of Jewin-street (Longman)
23 G. Richards, Bampton, Oxfordshire (Ri.
Matt. 25 13 vington) A. Reed, of New.road, St. George's (Con.
C. F. Ramftler, of Fulneck.
Ezek. 7 27
G. Richards, of St. Mary-le-Strand (Ri.
J. Styles, of Brighton (Williams)
Isaiah, 40 6,7,8
Slowcock, rector of Waging (Rivington) Gen. 30 1
J. P Smith, of Hackney (Conder)
20, 21 T. Scott, of Arton Saudford, Bucks (See
E Smyth, of Camberwell (Conder).. Rev. 14 13
1 Snow, of Cheltenham (Ogles and Co.).. Rev. 1 8
Soelgar, of Hampstead Chapel (Conder) Eccles. 19
W.Turner, of Newcastle (Loogman and
Psalms, 89 5
T. N. Toller, of Kettering (Conder).
Psalms, 82 6, 7 E. T. Vaughan, of Leicestershire (Longman) Cor. 15 53 Hen. G. White, Curate of Allhallows Barking,
12 Tower-street (Asperne). H. G. Watkins, Rector of St. Swithio's (Cox) Psalms,
Psalms, 1146 3, 4, 5 J. W. B. Williams, St. Stephen's, Walbrooke
Prov. 27 1 (Riviogton)
From the various effusions which have been transmitted to us on this deplored subject of an empire's regrets, we have selected the following, as blending in a superior. degree the beauties of poetic imagery, with a graceful energy of expression, and an unaffected siocerity of feeling.
sponologue on the Weath of her Royal Highness the
Recited by Mr. HUNTLEY, at the Opening of the Olympic Theatre, Thursday,
Nov. 20, 1817. Wrillen by W. T. MONCRIBIT, Eng.
AS some soft star, which, cheering, high, and bright,
Sheds all around a sweetly.guiding light,
Our joyous bope through paths of doubt and gloom,
As slow we journey onwards to the tomb,
Will oft, when most its light seenis promise-fraugbt,
Dart into darkness with the speed of thought,
And leave the pilgrim feet, which bless'd its raj,
To tread their sorrowful despairing way,
So CHARLOTTE shone-our beacou, near and for,
So loved, so bless'd--as Eoglaod's gaviour-star 1
So, at the moment when she beam'd most fair,
Did she too flee, and leave us to despair i
Not Egypt's parents when the black night fied,
Which saw throughout the land ibeir first-born dead,
In punishment for Israel's bondage-yake :
Not they, when first that doalb-fraught morning broke,
Knew more swift horror, nor more darkeu'd grief,
Nor felt than we, more bopeless of relief,
When first we heard her's and vur dearest born,
Whose lives we deem'd to kail-were dead-were gone!
Ob! horrible surprize-undreamt of doom !
! Our grief will deeper grow through years to come.
Ab! for what hidden purpose was it sent?
Our admonition; or our puoishment!
Whate'er it be, 'tis yet tbe hand of God,
And we, though dire the blow, should kiss the rod!
Yet may we weep her loss, priz'd all too late ;
Mouro, though we may not murmur, at her fate ;
Soft tears may ease our bosoms through our eyes,
As geotle showers relieve the clouded skies.
Sweet Saint !>We do not mouru in her alone
Our future Queen, our present Princess, gooc ;
To her, rank seem'd ber slightest gift to be,
She'd the mind's rank,-the soul's nobility!
She gbuno'd the Court's broad glare, scori'd Fashion's arts,
Her proudest wish- to reign within our hearts !
We mourn her graced beyond the rank of earth ;
A denizen Heav'n, e'en from her birth!
We mourn the pattern of domestic life,
The faithful daughter, and the virtuous wife,
The gentle Mistress, all our bopes could paint ;
Tbe Friend, Protectress, Christian-pow the Saint !
And she is gone!- Heaven bad examcor'd grown
Of wbat it formid, and but resum'd its own;
The high, the young, the fair, the good, the wise
Oh, she was only 6tted for the skies !
The generous gified, graceful, mild, and kind-
How memory loves to bring her charms to mind!
In ber, pure Virtue's strength was proudly shewn,
She charm'd each jarring feeling into one;
Por adverse parties that a world might stir,
Found their best hopes still centering in her.
And so unconscious of her merits, too,
She blush'd to find they charm'd the public view,
Passid jo her Garden Bowers the live-long day,
Tending her flowers, herself more sweet than they !
With him, ber young heart's Lord, her pure
Who only liv'd tbat prized heart to rejoice,
And make her happiest of her sex below!
Oh, gallant Stranger I bow we feel ihy woe!
How bless thy kindness, constancy, and grief,
And rainly wish we could afford relief!
Fond Prince l-long, long, a living witness be
of CBarlotte's wisdom, in her cboice of TALE!
" THE WIND PASSETI OVER IT AND IT IS GONE !
SAZ STOOD ALONE. I like Heaven's Sun above,
At once our bope and light, our joy and love :
She stood alonę,-beneath the parent stem,
A plant of beauty, and a natiou's gem;
And she is gone!-a desolation brief
Has made her nothing, -witber'd fallen leaf!
Land of my being !--sound thine honour'd brow
Twine the dull cypress with thy laurels now !
Cloud thy proud bearing, and thy kingly shew,
With Melancholy's sable garb of woe ;
Gone is the Princess mother,–gone the stem,
She would have left to wear her diadem !
Yet not alone a nation's heart must feel
How great the extent of one vast hour of ill,
The hearts of all, bring as they weep her doom,
One individual tribute to her tomb !
For not alone to mount that honoured throne,
Our hopes bad pictured would be once her own-
To wield that sceptre 'neath whose regal sway,
Shine Victory's beams, and Honour sheds its ray :
Form'd oot for these alone, did CHARLOTTE rise,
A Star of glory to our dazzled eyes
But with the virtues wbicb become the Queen,
The meeker charities of life were seen ;
Her Court was formed, not of the pomp of state,
The vanities that vapouring Pride calls great ;
But soft-eyed Pity,-Humbleness, would dwell
Within that heart, they formed, and loved so well,
Mild Charity, meek Prudence, sisters fair-
Her levee formed, and paid allegiance there :
The pride, and pomp, and circumstance of birth,
Seemed but the weeds, that clog our common earth,
Save, to do good, they gave her queenly powers,
And then they blossom'd that Earth's sweetest flowers,
Forming in CHARLOTTE's heart, and Cosoure's eyes,
An earthly Eden,--mortal paradise !
And it is lost !- the treasured sweets are fled
And Claremont's flowers are fading on the dead !
And all its joys are buried in the cloud
That forms for her a more than mortal shroud!
And Thou, poor wifeless Prince l-what now shall bless
Thee, thou young widower, and fatherless ;
Thou her own Prince and Husband! who so wel
Practised those virtues thou couldst not excel
England weeps with thee, and if peace there be
In virtue's tears,-thousands are shed for thee ;
And as one heart, the hearts of all, bave bled
For thee and her,—the living and the dead !
Oh! but bethink thee that a fairer throne,
Than earth could give thy wife, is CHARLOTTE'S OWN
Think that upon her sweet and Queenly brow
A Crown imperishably dazzles Row
A diadem in Heavenly radiance set,
Dimming the glory of Earth's Coronet.
All these are her's,--and let them prove to thee
Immortal antidotes to misery.
Oh! cheer thee then,--and though a Queen and Son
Have passed away, e'en as their course begun,
Like those sweet flowers that rise in splendour bright
Only to shut, and wither with the night,
Though the proud hope is gone, that hope, of thine
To be the founder of a Kingly line-
Yet hast thou founded now a nation's love
The root is Earth's, its blossom is above-
Then with the Country that adopts thee here
Io resignation's sunshine dry the tear.
Woo the sweet hope, that in our utmost need
There is a power can raise the broken reed,
Bow to the God of Earth, and Heaven's Sun,
And cry,-not ours, but His GREAT WILL BE DONE!
S. W. X. Z.