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bedchamber within the palace. After which they went to St. George's chapel to take a view thereof, and of the most fit and honourable place for the royal corpse to rest in. Having taken a view, they at first thought that the tomb-house built by Cardinal Wolsey would be a fit place for his interment, but that place, though adjoining, yet being not within the royal chapel, they waived it: for if King Henry VIII. was buried there, (albeit to that day the particular place of his burial was unknown to any,) yet in regard his majesty King Charles I. (who was a real defender of the faith, and as far from censuring any that might be) would, upon occasional discourse, express some dislike in King Henry's proceedings, in misemploying those vast revenues the suppressed abbeys, monasteries, and other religious houses were endowed with, and by demolishing those many beautiful and stately structures, which both expressed the greatness of their founders and preserved the splendour of the kingdom, which might at the reformation have, in some measure, been kept up and converted to sundry pious uses.

Upon consideration thereof those gentlemen declined it, and pitched upon the vault where King Edward IV. had been interred, being on the north side of the choir, near the altar, that king being one his late majesty would oftentimes make honourable mention of, and from whom his majesty was lineally propagated. That, therefore, induced Mr. Herbert to give order to N. Harrison and Henry Jackson to have that vault opened, partly covered with a fair large stone of touch, raised within the arch adjoining, having a range of iron bars gilt, curiously cut according to church work, &c. But as they were about this work, some noblemen came thither, namely, the Duke of Richmond, the Marquis of Hertford, the Earl of Lindsey, and with them Dr. Juxon, Bishop of London, who had license from the parliament to attend the king's body to his grave. Those gentlemen, therefore, Herbert and Mildmay, thinking fit to submit and leave the choice of the place of burial to those great persons, they in like manner viewed The tomb-house and the choir, and one of the lords beating gently upon the pave. ment with his staff, perceived a hollow sound, and thereupon ordered the stones and earth to be removed, they discovered a descent into a vault where two coffins were laid near one another, the one very large, of an antique form, and the other little. These they supposed to be the bodies of King Henry VIII. and Queen Jane Seymour, his third wife, as indeed they were. The velvet palls that covered their coffins seemed fresh, though they had lain there above 100 years.

The lords agreeing that the king's body should be in the said vault interred, being about the middle of the choir, over against the eleventh stall upon the sovereign's side, they gave order to have the king's name and year he died cut in lead; which, whilst the workmen were about, the lords went out and gave Puddifant, the sexton, order to lock the chapel door, and not suffer any to stay therein till farther notice. The sexton did his best to clear the chapel, nevertheless Isaac, the sexton's man, said that a foot soldier had hid himself so as he was not discerned ; and being greedy of prey, crept into the vault, and cut so much of the velvet pall that covered the great body as he judged would hardly be missed, and wimbled also a hole through the said coffin that was largest, probably fancying that there was something well worth his adventure. The sexton, at his opening the door, espied the sacrilegious person, who being searched, a bone was found about him, with which he said he would haft a knife. The governor being therefore informed of, he gave him his reward; and the lords and others present were convinced that a real body was in the said great coffin, which some before had scrupled. The girdle or circumscription of capital letters of lead put about the king's coffin had only these words: “ King Charles, 1648.”

The king's body was then brought from his bedchamber down into St. George's Hall, whence, after a little stay, it was with a slow and solemn pace (much sorrow in most faces being then discernible) carried by gentlemen of quality in mourning. The noblemen in mourning also held up the pall, and the governor, with several gentlemen, officers and attendants, caine after. It was then observed, that at such time as the king's body was brought out from St. George's Hall, the sky was serene and clear, but presently it began to snow, and the snow fell so fast that by that time the corpse came to the west end of the royal chapel the black velvet pall was all white, (the colour of innocence,) being thick covered over with snow. The body being by the bearers sat down near the place of burial, the Bishop of London stood ready, with the service-book in his hands, to have performed his last duty to the king his master, according to the order and form of burial of the dead, set forth in the book of “Common Prayer;" which the lords likewise desired, but it would not be suffered by Col. Witchcot, the governor of the castle, by reason of the directory, to which (said he) he and others were to be conformable. Thus went the White King to his grave, in the 48th year of his age, and 22d year and 10th month of his reign. To let pass Merlin's prophecy, which some allude to the white satin his majesty wore when he was crowned in Westminster Abbey, former kings having on purple robes at their coronation, I shall conclude this narrative with the king's own excellent expression, running thus: Crowns and kingdoms are not so valuable as my honour and reputation. Those must have a period with my life, but these survive to a glorious kind of immortality when I am dead and gone; a good name being the embalming of princes, and a sweet consecrating of them to an eternity of love and gratitude amongst posterity.



Air: Oh! Nanny, wilt thou gang with me?


OH! Molly, wilt thou go with me,

Nor sigh to quit this noisy place?
Can rude log huts have charms for thee,

And bumpkins rough with ruddy face?
No longer dressed in muslins white,

Nor braided olose thine auburn bair,
Say can'st thou quit these scenes to-night,

Where thou art fairest of the fair ?

Oh! Molly, when thou'rt far away,

Wilt thou not east a wish behind, If thou art forc'd to rake up hay,

To top the corn, or sheaves to bind ? Oh! can that soft and gentle heart

Such rural hardships learn to bear, If so--we'll from this town depart,

Where thou art fairest of the fair.

Sweet Molly can'st thou breeches make,

And neatly spin Merino yarn;
Wilt thou soon learn pone bread to bake,

And my old worsted stockings darn?
Should harvest whiskey make me fall,

Would'st thou assume the nurse's care; Nor sullen those gay scenes recall,

Where thou wert fairest of the fair? And when dead drunk I'm put to bed,

Wilt thou prepare the water gruel; Nor curse the day that thou didst wed,

And call thy drunken Strephon cruel ?
If thus he daily wet his clay,

Wilt thou not drop a briny tear;
And wish thou wert with heart more gay,

Where thou wert fairest of the fair?

Ah! no, I think thou know'st what's good,

And to the country will incline,
Where thou must work to earn thy food,

And whiskey drink instead of wine.
On sabbath days to church we'll go,

I riding Dobbin, thou the Mare ; And still I'll think, as old we grow,

That thou art fairest of the fair.


Test River,


[From Miss Baillie's Plays.?

Wake awhile and pleasant be,
Gentle voice of melody.
Say, sweet carol, who are they
Who cheerly greet the rising day!
Little birds in leafy bower;
Swallows twitt'ring on the tower ;
Larks upon the light air borne;
Hunters rous'd with shrilly horn;
The woodman whistling on his way;
The new-wak'd child at early play,
Who barefoot prints the dewy green,
Winking to the sunny sheen ;
And the milk maid who binds her yellow hair,
And blithly doth her daily task prepare.
Say, sweet carol, who are they
Wło welcome in the ev’ning gray?
The housewife trim, and merry lout,
Who sit the blazing fire about;
The sage a conning o'er his book;
The tired wight, in rushy pook,
Who half asleep but faintly hears
The gossip's tale hum in his ears;
The loosen'd steed in grassy stall;
The Thanies feasting in the hall;
But most of all the maid of cheerful soul,
Who fills her peaceful warrior's flowing bowl.
Well hast thou said! and thanks to thee,
Voice of gentle melody!


(From the Same.)

No fish stir in our heaving net,
And the sky is dark, and the night is wet;
And we must ply the lusty oar,
For the tide is ebbing from the shorc;
And sad are they whose faggots burn,
So kindly stored for our return.
Our boat is small and the tempest raves,
And nought is heard but the lashing waves;
And the sullen roar of the angry sea,
And the wild winds piping drearily :

Yet sea and tempest rise in vain,
We'll bless our blazing hearths again.
Push bravely, Mates! our guiding star
Now from its towerlet streameth far;
And now along the nearly strand,
See, swiftly moves yon flaming brand;
Before the midnight watch is past,
We'll quaff our bowl and mock the blast. -


(Extracted from late London pubbeations.)

MADAME LA BARONNE DE STAEL's important publication, de L'ALLE. MAGNE, will appear during the present month (July) in this country. It is not generally known that this interesting work, the mysterious suppression of which has excited the curiosity of Europe, is the result of Madame de Stael's observations on the manners, the society, the literature, and the philosophy of the Germans. An edition, consisting of 10,000 copies, was printed at Paris in the year 1810; and althougli, in its course through the press, it was submitted to the literary police, the whole impression was destroyed by a sudden mandate of Bonaparte. One copy, however, escaped; and from that the present edition is printing. It will contain all the passages originally struck out by the police, and an original preface, developing the causes of this unprecedented literary persecution.

We learn that steam-boats have worked with success on certain rivers in Scotland for a considerable time past, particularly on the Clyde and the Leven. One of these, called the Comet, built about two years ago at Pori-Glasgow, is at present on a voyage to London.

Dr. John Moodie, of Bath, member of several literary societies, has finished for publication a work on which he has been several years engaged, on the modera geography of Asia. It is to contain a full and authentic description of the empires, kingdoms, states, and colonies; with the oceans, seas, and isles, of this great division of the globe ; including the most recent discoveries and political alterations. Also a general introduction, illustrative of the physical geography, and present moral and political state of Asia. The whole to form two volumes, quarto, with an atlas. An original work of geography is a literary phenomenon, and Asia particularly merits that attention in Great Britain which Dr. M. has bestowed upon it.

An important work relative to modern Greece, is announced by a gentleman who has been employed by government upon several missions into that country, entitled “ Researches in Greece.” The first part will be confined to inquiries into the language of the modern Greeks, and the state of their literature and education, with some short notices of the dialects spoken within the limits of Greece, viz. the Albcnian, Wallachian, and Bulgarian. It is intended as an introduction to further researches made by the author during his residence in Greece, into the geography, an. tiquitics, and present state of the country.

Queen ELIZABETH's navy consisted only of 33 ships of one hundred tons and upwards. One of 1000 tons; three of 900; two of 800; three of 60); six of 500 ; and the others smaller. Our modern navy consists of 1,000 ships, half of them larger than her largest; and query, will the present times rival in glory those of Elizabeth "

CAPTAIN ALLCune, of Paris, has contrived a plan of modelling or casting cities in miniature, and has actually modelled, or made a cast of, Paris, on the scale ot an inch to two hundred yards.

Some French engineers propose to blow up masses of loose earth, when hardened, during frosts, by means of gunpowder, as an expeditious mode of making canals, &c.

The voyage of discovery of Captain FLINDERS is preparing for publication lig the board of admiralty. This work has long been delayed, owing to the detention of Capt. F. in the Isle of France; but no time will now be lost in submitting its details 1o the world. It will be printed so as to correspond with the voyages of Cook, and be accompanied, like them, with an atlas of historical and geographical engravings. It was the object of this voyage to complete the survey of New Holland, and this duty Capt. F. ably and fully performed. The late maps of Arrowsmith exhibit the general results ; but many circumstances in such a voyage claim the notior, and natursky excise the lively curiosity, of the public,

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