1624; King, ob. 1637; and Burnett, ob. 1685; with that of Lord Ellenborough (who was educated in the school). Dr. Bearcroft, in his History of the Charter House, published in 1737, states that "Sutton died at Hackney 12th Dec. 1611. His bowels were buried in the parish church of Hackney, and his body, embalmed, remained in his own house at Hackney, to the 28th May, 1612," "" "the when the roads being good,' governors," whom he enumerates, "met in assembly there,"-the procession was under the direction of the celebrated Camden, then Clarenceux, king of arms an hundred old men in black cloaks preceded the corps," which was deposited in Christ Church, London, "to be removed to the Charter House when the chapel should be finished, and a vault and

tomb prepared for it." From the fol-
lowing extract from the same writer,
it
that these arrangements
appears
were not completed until 1614.

"And now the Founder's tomb being finished **** his corps was brought upon the shoulders of the poor brethren of his foundation, from Christ Church, on 12th Dec. 1614, the anniversary of Mr. Sutton's death, in a solemn procession, all the members of the hospital attending, to the chapel in Charter House, and there deposited in a vault on the north side, under his magnificent tomb.”

Some curious particulars of the Founder's funeral, and the particulars of the cost of his monument, will be found in Malcolm's Londivium Redivivum. E. B. P.

Yours, &c.

THOU, my love, art perplexed with the endless seeming confusion
Of the luxuriant wealth which in the garden is spread.
Name upon name thou hearest; and in thy dissatisfied hearing,
With a barbarian noise one drives another along :-

All the forms resemble, yet none is the same as another.

Thus the whole of the throng points at a deep-hidden law,

Points at a sacred riddle. Oh! could I to thee, my beloved friend,
Whisper the fortunate word by which the riddle is read!

POEMS BY THE LATE MARQUESS WELLESLEY, WITH ANECDOTES. WE are induced to preserve, in a collected form, some of the productions of the late Marquess Wellesley, which have appeared since his death.*

The Marquess possessed the enviable talent of conversing well, and no person, in hours of social intercourse, indulged with greater satisfaction in reminiscences of his early career. Of the many anecdotes of his boyhood, there is none to which he more frequently recurred than the following. His lordship dwelt upon the incident as the most important in his early life, seeing that it placed him in contact with those whose colleague and intimate friend he became in after years :

On the death of Dr. Sumner, head-master of Harrow School, in 1771, it is well known that the late Dr. Parr, then under-master, expected the appoint

* His poem, entitled Salix Babylonica, has been already printed in our vol. XIII. p. 46; and Lines to Eton, ibid. p. 496. A memoir of Lord Wellesley appeared in our Obituary for November last.

ment would be conferred on him. Very popular with the boys of the upper school, to whom he had endeared himself by the conversational powers he displayed in illustrating the more beautiful passages from the classics, which he generally rendered doubly so by aptly quoting parallels from our own poets, particularly Spenser, Dryden, Pope, Milton, &c. his pre-eminent attainments seemed to leave no doubt of his election. The governors, however, to the disappointment of the entire school, elected Dr. Heath, a moderate scholar, and one of the under-masters of Eton, notwithstanding a petition signed by every boy in the school in favour of Dr. Parr. Such a flagrant act of injustice, as it seemed to be, was not to be passed over by the boys, who rose up in open rebellion, and seizing upon the first obnoxious object that presented itself, determined upon a full and summary vengeance. This was nothing less than the carriage of Mr. Bucknell, one of the governors of the school, which was quickly demolished amidst the shouts of the whole assembled boys. Lord Wellesley, recently arrived from Ireland, had been placed at Harrow by his father's friend, Archbishop Cornwallis. As may be supposed, he was one of the foremost in resenting this insult offered to the favourite candidate of the boys, and one of the ringleaders in the work of destruction of poor Mr. Bucknell's carriage. On the news reaching town, the Archbishop immediately despatched a messenger for Lord Wellesley, who, upon his arrival at Lambeth Palace, entered the room shouting "Victory! victory! my Lord Archbishop; behold what a trophy I bear from the field!" exhibiting at the same time the tassel of the carriage window, which he continued with boyish exultation to hurl round his head. No time was to be lost, the carriage was still in waiting, and, accompanied by the Archbishop, Lord Wellesley was speedily on his way to Eton, where he was entered at the age of eleven, and within a few hours of the commotion at Harrow, and which would otherwise have led to his expulsion from the school.

To his tutor, the late Dr. Jonathan Davies, head-master and afterwards provost of Eton, Lord Wellesley acknowledged his obligations in his farewell verses, in 1778:

Non tamen illa prius discedat, quam tibi sertum
Nexuerit, docilem qui moderare gregem,
Debuit illa suas artes tibi; quæ canit, hausit

Carmina præceptis qualiacunque tuis!

His attachment to Eton continued ardent to the end of his life, and many passages in his recently printed volume, entitled "Primitiæ et Reliquiæ," record the grateful feelings of the man for the benefits conferred upon the boy. Lord Wellesley was elected student of Christchurch, Oxford, in December, 1778, in his nineteenth year, and in 1780 won the Chancellor's prize by his beautiful poem on the death of Captain Cook. He had been induced to attempt Latin hexameters but a few months previously by his tutor (Dr. William Jackson, afterwards Bishop of Oxford), who wished Lord Wellesley to try for the prize.

BATTLE OF CAMPERDOWN.

The following ballad, commemorative of the victory obtained by Lord Duncan over the Dutch fleet in 1797, was written by Lord Wellesley, and was sung at the dinner given by the East India Company in honour of the occasion, at which the veteran hero was himself a guest.

Mr. (afterwards Sir Walter) Scott, having been applied to, wrote some verses for the occasion, which were shown in MS. by Lord Aberdeen to Mr. Pitt, at whose house at Wimbledon Lords Wellesley and Morpeth, with some other friends of the Premier, were then staying. The merits of the MS. poem were discussed, and owing to some remarks it was agreed that several of the party present should write ballads on the battle of Camperdown. Lord Wellesley produced the following, which gave such general satisfaction to the party,

that they were preferred to the verses furnished by the (afterwards) great northern poet :

Enrolled in our bright annals lives full many a gallant name;
But never British heart conceived a deed of prouder fame,

To shield her liberties and laws, to guard our Sovereign's crown,
Than noble Duncan's mighty arm achieved at Camperdown.

October the eleventh it was, he spied the Dutch at nine;
The British signal flew "To break their close embattled line."
Their line he broke ; for every heart on that auspicious day
The bitter memory of the past had vowed to wipe away.

At three o'clock nine gallant ships had struck their colours proud,
And three brave admirals at his feet their vanquished flags had bowed—
Our Duncan's British colours streamed ali glorious to the last;
For, in the battle's fiercest rage, he nailed them to the mast.
Now turning from the conquered chiefs to his victorious crew,
Great Duncan spoke in conquest's pride-to Heavenly faith still true-
"Let every man now bend the knee, and here in humble prayer,
Give thanks to God who in this fight has made our cause his care."
Then on the deck, the noble field of that bright day's renown,
Brave Duncan with his gallant crew in thankful prayer knelt down,
And humbly blessed His providence, and hailed His guardian power,
Who valour, strength, and skill inspired in that dread battle's hour.
The captive Dutch the solemn scene surveyed in silent awe,
And rued the day when Holland crouched to France's impious law;
And felt how virtue, courage, faith, unite to form this land
For victory, for fame and power, just rule, and high command.

The Venerable was the ship that bore his flag to fame,
Our veteran hero well becomes his gallant vessel's name;
Behold his locks! they speak the toil of many a stormy day,

For fifty years through wind and waves he holds his dauntless way.

MARQUESS WELLESLEY AND LORD BROUGHAM.

Lord Brougham was a frequent visitor at Kingston House, where his bust was placed by the noble resident immediately opposite to that of Mr. Pitt. On the death in 1839 of the only daughter of his lordship, in her 18th year, whose life had been one continual illness, borne with great resignation, and even with a cheerful and gay temper of mind, he requested an epitaph from Lord Wellesley, who composed the following beautiful lines, both in Latin and English,

Blanda anima e cunis heu ! longo exercita morbo
Inter maternas heu! lacrymasque patris,

Quas risu lenire tuo jucunda solebas,

Et levis, et proprii vix memor ipsa mali;

I pete cælestes ubi nulla est cura recessus !
Et tibi sit nullo mista dolore quies!

Doomed to long suffering from your earliest years,

Amidst your parents' grief and pain alone

Cheerful and gay, you smiled to soothe their tears,
And in their agonies forgot your own;

Go, gentle spirit; and among the blest,

From grief and pain eternal be thy rest.

The following lines written by his lordship, are intended as an inscription for the pedestal of the statue of the Duke of Wellington, about to be erected by the citizens of London,

CONSERVATA. TVIS. ASIA. ATQVE. EVROPA. TRIVMPHIS.
INVICTVM BELLO. TE. COLVERE. DVCEM.

NVNC VMBRATA. GERIS CIVILI TEMPORA.
VT. DESIT. FAME. GLORIA. NVLLA. TVE.' 99

These lines have been thus rendered by Lord Wellesley himself :

Europe and Asia, saved by thee, proclaim
Invincible in war thy deathless name.-
Now round thy brows the civic oak we twine,
That every earthly glory may be thine!

The late Dr. Goodall, Provost of Eton, and the Fellows of that college, determined to confer the distinguishing honour of placing the bust of Lord Wellesley, during his life-time, in the college library. The bust was not completed till after the lamented death of Dr. Goodall, and on its reaching its final destination, Dr. Hodgson, the present Provost of Eton, addressed some highly complimentary verses to Lord Wellesley, to which his lordship replied :—

Affulsit mihi supremæ meta ultima famæ ;
Jam mihi cum lauro juncta cupressus erit;
Mater amata, meam quæ fovit Etona juventam,
Ipsa recedentem signat honore senem.

SODA.

Written by the Marquess a few weeks before his death.

"Fies nobilium tu quoque fontium."--Horat. Od. xiii. 1. 3.
"Fontium qui celat origines.”—Horat. Od. xiv. l. 4.

O Fons Salutis ! Vita Fides mea!
Tumultuosi qui mala pectoris
Compescis, et morbi furores
Attenuas, saliente lymphâ;
Musis sodali sub Camerario*
Præbes novellam Castaliam mihi;
Salvumque dilectis amicis

Restitues, animosque reddes :
Sparsim remotas condis origines
Arcana rerum subter, et abditus
Nascentis ad terræ recessus,
Primigenique elementa mundi;

Unde ausa in auras te trahere, et leves
Miscere doctâ particulas manu

Cohors medentûm, ut rivus orbi
Mirificâ fluat auctus arte.

Agnosce Patris munera ! Quem Deum
Agnoscit, omni parte operis sui,

Ad solis occasus et ortus,

Terra, mare, æthereumque coelum.

Fountain of health and hope! and faith! and life!
That quell'st my tortured bosom's restless strife;
And, to relieve my agonizing dreams,

Pour'st forth thy crystal, cool, bright, salient streams,
Under the hand of classic Chambers placed,
A new Castalia freshens to my taste;
Inspires new life, and spirit, and again
Leads me revived to the gay haunts of men.
In Nature's secrets hid thy birth-place lies,
Far scatter'd, deep, remote from human eyes,
Amid the germs that first gave Nature birth,
And the primæval elements of earth;

Whence dared to draw thee to earth's airs, and blend
Thy lightsome texture in one glorious end,

Machaon's race; and spread thy wholesome streams
Where'er the sun extends his living beams.

*Dr. Chambers.