Touching upon the death of Infants, I shall just add that there is only one other circumstance that can be deemed more calamitous, the decease of MOTHER and Child in her first accouchement! And now rushes on the mind the recent melancholy event by which the whole British nation has been agitated and overwhelmed with sorrow. The PRINCESS CHARLOTTE of Wales, whose mind was enriched with the treasures of knowledge, whose soul was embellished with every grace, and whose temper was inclined to render every individual happy around her, SHE, alas! with her first-born Babe are ingulphed in the silent tomb! But Now the cruel conflict o'er Fairer, brighter than before; And blooming,-live to part NO MORE !* LOVELINESS (says the Muse of OSSIAN) was around him as light, she saw the youth and loved him,—her blue eye rolled on him in secret, and she blessed the Chief of Morven. Thou hast left No SON, but thy name shall live in song; narrow is thy dwelling now, THOU who wert so great before! The following stanzas are so tenderly indicative of a MOTHER's feelings, that I cannot omit them: * See A Tribute of Respect to the beloved Memory of the Princess Charlotte of Wales, delivered on the Day of Interment, November 17, 1817, at Worship Street, Finsbury Square. Second Edition. By J. EVANS. A MOTHER'S ADDRESS TO HER SLEEPING CHILD. Sleep on, DEAR BABE, with joy I trace Enfold thee round: Thy slumbers sound ! Ev'n to the tomb; For ever bloom! Whilst thus for thee the anxious prayer Of weal or wo; A grateful glow! Vain though it be? But most to THEE ! SMITHERS. I conclude with a just and beautiful encomium on the Female Sex, from a poem entitled-INFANCY, a Didactic Poem in Six Books. By the late Hugh Downman, M. D. of Exeter. How high the rank in life of WOMANKIND! Who draws his judgment from the forward few; Their frame like ours, but with ethereal touch And feels their virtues. Polishers of life! To form the growing soul, and on its young |