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SPOKEN BY MR. * * * *, AT DRURY LANE THEATRE,

On the first opening of the House after the

DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE, 1817.

BRITONS ! although our task is but to shew
The scenes and passions of fictitious woe,
Think not we come this night without a part
In that deep sorrow of the public heart, ..
Which like a shade hath darken'd ev'ry place,
And moisten'd with a tear the manliest face !
The bell is scarcely hush'd in Windsor's piles,
That toll’d a requiem from the solemn aisles,

For her, the royal flower, low laid in dust,

That was your fairest hope, your fondest trust.
Unconscious of the doom, we dreamt, alas !
That ev’n these walls, ere many months should pass;
Which but return sad accents for her now,
Perhaps had witness'd her benignant brow,
Cheer'd by the voice you would have raised on high,
In bursts of British love and loyalty.
But, Britain! now thy chief, thy people mourn,
And Claremont's home of love is left forlorn :-
There, where the happiest of the happy dwelt,
The 'scutcheon glooms, and royalty hath felt
A wound that ev'ry bosom feels its own, . '
The blessing of a father's heart o'erthrown--
The most beloved and most devoted bride
Torn from an agonized husband's side,

OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE.

Who “ long as Memory holds her seat” shall view
That speechless, more than spoken last adieu,
When the fix'd eye long look'd connubial faith,
And beam'd affection in the trance of death.
Sad was the pomp that yesternight beheld,
As with the mourner's heart the anthem swell’d;
While torch succeeding torch illumed each high
And banner'd arch of England's chivalry.
The rich plumed canopy, the gorgeous pall,
The sacred march, and sable-vested wall,-
These were not rites of inexpressive shew,
But hallow'd as the types of real woe !
Daughter of England ! for a nation's sighs,
A nation's heart went with thine obsequies !
And oft shall time revert a look of grief

On thine existence, beautiful and brief.

72 ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE.

Fair spirit! send thy blessing from above On realms where thou art canonized by love ! Give to a father's, husband's bleeding mind, The peace that angels lend to human kind; To us who in thy loved remembrance feel A sorrowing, but a soul-ennobling zeal A loyalty that touches all the best And loftiest principles of England's breast! Still may thy name speak concord from the tombStill in the Muse's breath thy memory bloom ! They shall describe thy life-thy form pourtray; But all the love that mourns thee swept away, 'Tis not in language or expressive arts To paint-yet feel it, Britons, in your hearts !

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ON RECEIVING A SEAL WITH THE CAMPBELL CREST,

FROM K. M-, BEFORE HER MARRIAGE.

This wax returns not back more fair
· Th’ impression of the gift you send,
Than stamp'd upon my thoughts I bear

The image of your worth, my friend !—

We are not friends of yesterday ;

But poet's fancies are a little
Disposed to heat and cool, (they say,)

By turns impressible and brittle.

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