He fell not in the battle, The same man, who, amid the terrors of insurrection and treason, the fears of invasion, the mighty triumphs of an implacable enemy, and the arduous negotiations for the re-establishment of social order in Europe, had stood fearlessly and proudly erect, With Atalantean shoulders fit to bear 1 The weight of mightiest monarchies; 3 the same man, in a time of calm and quietness, in the flower of his age, and with no prospect before him but that of continued and growing felicity, has been struck to the earth by a disorder as lamentable as it was unexpected. The accumulated effect of long years of toil, operating by slow but certain degrees, has developed itself in an instant, and the intellectual frame has fallen into ruins before any one could suspect that it was undermined. So frail is the edifice of human happiness here below! And these great and awful lessons are from time to time held out to us not that we should undervalue the mighty obligations which we owe to the great men of our age; not that we ourselves should slacken our course in the path of public duty; but that we should know, and feel, that the true object of all our exertions here is placed in another and a better state of existence.' His remains were deposited in Westminster Abbey on the 20th of August. 15. ASSUMPTION. This is a festival in the Greek and Romish churches in honour of the supposed miraculous ascension of the Virgin Mary into heaven. The pageant in honour of the Virgin, formerly held in the archbishopric of Rouen, was established by Des Marêts, the governor of Dieppe, in 1443, in honour of the final expulsion of the English. The first master of the Guild of the Assumption was the founder of it, under whose auspices and direction it was conduct ed. About Midsummer the principal inhabitants used to assemble at the Hotel de Ville, or town-house of Dieppe, and there they selected the girl of the most exemplary character to represent the Virgin Mary, and with her six other young women, to act: the parts of the daughters of Sion. The honour of figuring in this holy drama was greatly coveted; and the historian of Dieppe gravely assures us, that the earnestness felt on the occasion mainly contributed to the preservation of that purity of manners and that genuine piety, which subsisted in this town longerthan in any other of France! But the election of the Virgin was not sufficient; a representative of St. Peter was also to be found among the clergy; and the laity were so far favoured, that they were permitted to furnish the eleven other apostles. This done, upon the 14th of August the Virgin was laid in a cradle of the form of a tomb, and was carried early in the morning, attended by her suite of either sex, to the church of St. Jacques; while before the door of the master of the guild was stretched a large carpet, embroidered with verses in letters of gold, setting forth his own good qualitics, and his love for the holy Mary. Hither also, as soon as Lauds had been sung, the procession repaired from the church, and then it was joined by the governor of the town, the members of the guild, the municipal officers, and the clergy of the parish of St. Remi. Thus attended, they paraded the town, singing hymns, which were accompanied by a full band. The procession was increased by the great body of the inhabitants; and its impressiveness was still further augmented by numbers of the youth of either sex, who assumed the garb and attributes of their patron saints, and mixed in the immediate train of the principal actors. They then again repaired to the church, where Te Deum was sung by the full choir, in commemoration of the victory over the English, and high mass was performed, and the sacrament ad ministered to the whole party. During the servicé, a scenic representation was given of the Assumption of the Virgin. A scaffolding was raised, reaching nearly to the top of the dome, and supporting an. azure canopy intended to emulate the spangled vault of heaven;' and about two feet below the summit of it appeared, seated on a splendid throne, an old man as the image of the Father Almighty, a representation equally absurd and impious, and which could alone be tolerated by the votaries of the worst superstitions of popery. On either side four pasteboard angels, of the size of men, floated in the air, and flapped their wings in cadonoo to the sounds of the organ; while above was suspended a large triangle, at whose corners were placed three smaller angels, who, at the intermission of each office, performed upon a set of little bells the hymn of Ave Maria gratiâ Dei plena per Secula,' &c., accompanied by a larger angel on each side with a trumpet. To complete this portion of the spectacle, two others, below the old man's feet, held tapers, which were lighted as the services began, and extinguished at their close; on which occasions the figures were made to express reluctance by turning quickly about; so that it required some dexterity to apply the extinguishers. At the commencement of the mass, two of the angels by the side of the Almighty descended to the foot of the altar, and, placing themselves by the tomb, in which a pasteboard figure of the Virgin had been substituted for her living representative, gently raised it to the feet of the Father. The image, as it mounted, from time to time lifted its head and extended its arms, as if conscious of the approaching beatitude; then, after having received the benediction, and been encircled by another angel with a crown of glory, it gradually disappeared behind the clouds. At this instant a buffoon, who all the time had been playing his antics below, burst into an extravagant fit of joy; at one moment clapping his hands most violently, at the next stretching himself out as if dead. Finally, he ran up to the feet of the old man, and hid himself under his legs, so as to show only his head. The people called him Grimaldi, an appellation that appears to have belonged to him by usage; and it is a singular coincidence, that the surname of the noblest family of Genoa the Proud, thus assigned by the rude rabble of a seaport to their buffoon, should belong of right to the sire and son, whose mops and mowes afford pastime to the upper gallery at Covent Garden. Thus did the pageant proceed in all its grotesque glory; and, while These laboured nothings in so strange a style Amazed th' unlearned, and made the learned smile, the children shouted aloud for their favourite Grimaldi; the priests, accompanied with bells, trumpets, and organs, thundered out the mass; the pious were loud in their exclamations of rapture at the devotion of the Virgin; and the whole church was filled with a hoarse and confused murmuring sound. The sequel of this, as of most other similar representations, was a hearty dinner.-(See Mr. Dawson Turner's very interesting Tour in Normandy, vol. i.) *15. 1822.-THE KING VISITED SCOTLAND. John Mayne, author of the Siller Gun' and many very pretty small pieces, with which we have, from time to time, enriched our previous volumes, has commemorated his Sovereign's visit to Edinburgh in a song quite worthy of the author, and of a place in Time's Telescope. GEORGE THE FOURTH AND A' THAT. To hold his Court, and wear the Crown O' Scotland's Kings, and a' that: And a' the Chieftains o' the North, Lords, leddies, lairds, and men of worth, Are flocking to the Firth o' Forth, To welcome him, and a' that! Whole days or ere he reached the land, Were ranged for miles alang the strand, For though our Liege has kingdoms three, Auld Scotland tries to bear the gree, Meantime, wi' mony a bonny sang Played loyal tunes, and a' that: On ilka house, frae street to street, On Calton-hill and Arthur's-seat, Where leddies perched, like angels sweet, On wings o' peace, and a' that! At length, amid ten thousand cheers, Wi' gilded flags, and a' that, Wi' tears of joy, and a' that! As nearer land the Monarch drew, Saluting him, and a' that: Increased the grandeur o' the scene, And won our hearts, and a' that! Thick as the leaves in Birnam Wood, The learned, the wise, the great, the good, Archers, and troops, wi' banners bright, that; Clansmen, and Celts, and Chiefs o' might, Await their King, and a' that! O, Scotia! Land of hills and lakes! Whene'er the King his pleasure takes Amang your tow'rs, and a' that, |