The Death Of George III

The following pausase iu the tlnrJ of Mr, Thackcray's Leut i ut n uu the EDgljsb Qeorges, will be rcraombered by those who iistencd to the delivering of thoso testares in Odd k'cllows' Hall ia this city. it is a tojiching pabSage, and ereditable alike to the head :tnd tho Leart of the author: "All the world knows tho story of his malady; uil history preseuts uu s:dder figuro thau that ut' the uld man, blind and deprived ot' reason, wandering thrungh the rooms ufhÍ3 palace, addressing iinaginary jmrliaiuBiiti, leviewiug faucied ttoops, holding ghostly courts. 1 have seeii hij picturu as it was taken at ihia time, haaging iu tho apartment of his daughter, the Landgrnvo of llstsc Homhiourg - ainid books and Wiudsor furniture, and a hundred t'uud reminiscences of of her English liome. ïhe poor old t'ather is representad in a purple gowu, his snowy beard falling ovar his broast - the ütar of hu famuu.s order still idly ghiiiÍDg on it. He was not ouly sightluád, he bo came utterly deaf. AU light, all ruason, all souud of human voices, all the pleasurc of this world, of God, -ere takep from him, Soine slight lueid moments he had, in oue of whieh the Queen, desired to see him, entered tho room and fouifd him singing a hymn and aecompanying himself at the harpsichord. - Vhen he hacl linishi:d, he kuelt do;vn and prayed aloud for her, and then lor his family, and then for tho natiou, concludiug with a prayer for himself, that it mighl pleaae (Jod to avert this heavy calamity from him; but if not, to givo him resiguation to submit. He then burst iuto tears, and his reasou agaiu iled, What preaeher need moralizo on this Story? what word.i s:ivo the simplest are requisito to teil k? It ia too terrible foi tears. The thought ul'ïuchamisery smites me down in submission before the Huler of Kitiga aud men, the Monarch supreme over empires and repubüts, the inacrutable Dispenser of Ufe, dt-ath, happiness vietory. l'ü brotEars," I siid to thoso who heard me fint in America, '-O brntlb ers! speaking the same dear mothei tonguo - O eomrados, enemies uo more, let us take a mournful hand together as we stand by the royal corpse, aud cali a truce to battle. Low he lies to whom the proudtist used to kneel onco, and who was cast lower than the poorest; dead whom rnilHons prayed for in vain. Dm en oíf bis throne; buifeted by rudo hands with his children in revolt; tlio darling o his age killed jbefore him untimely; our Lear hangs over her broatliless lips aru cries, '(Jurdelia, Cordelia, stay a little!" "Vex Bit 'nis ghost - oh, let hini p:isd - he batas liiiu, Ttmi roubl ui' ii th( rj':k of tUid toull oc.d S! : " :ll him uul liiDgy r" liush! strifo and quarrel, over tho solemn grave! sound, trumpets, a mournfal raareh! Fal!. davk curtain, upon his pageant, his pride, bis grief, His a w ful tnigertjí"