time totally removed from placid insensibility, or intellectual indolence. Like the rainbow in the cloud, she was ever the bright augury of the sun of peace beaming even through a nation's tears, and changed the impetuous torrents of her husband's temper into the showers of her own beneficent goodness, beneath which an exhausted people arose refreshed, to the blessing of a sweet, though, alas! but evanescent, tranquillity. Her death told, by the loss it inflicted, the greatness of those blessings her life had dispensed through all classes of her husband's subjects, who, even in that dread season of war and anarchy, merged, private grief and individual sorrow in a universal tribute of public mourning, for what all considered as a common desolation! |