O felix Doctrina! et divinâ insita luce;
Quæ tuleras animo lumina fausta meo!
Incorrupta, precor, maneas, atque integra, neu te

Aura regat populi, neu novitatis amor :

Stet quoque prisca Domus ; (neque enim manus impia tangat;)
Floreat in mediis intemerata minis. 4

Det Patribus Patres, populoque det inclyta Cives,

Eloquiumque Foro, Judiciisque decus,
Consiliisque animos, magnæque det ordine Genti
Immortalem altâ cum pietate Fidem.
Floreat, intactâ per postera secula famâ,
Cura diu Patriæ, Cura paterna Dei.

DISHEVELL❜D, mournful, beauteous type of Grief
That seem'st in tears to bend o'er Thames's tide,
And still to rue the day, when Babel's Chief,

High on Thy Parent stream enthroned in pride,
Beheld upon Thy melancholy boughs

The Harps unstrung of Israel's captive band,
When heart, and voice, and orisons, and vows
Refused the haughty Victor's stern command
To move great Sion's festal lay sublime,

To mingle heavenly strains of joy with tears,
To sing the Lord's song in a stranger's clime,
And chaunt the holy hymn to heathen ears.
Down by Euphrates' side They sat and wept
In sorrow mute, but not to memory dead;
Oh Sion !-voice and harp in stillness slept,

But the pure, mindful tear for thee was shed:

To Thee, beloved Sion! vain were given

Blessing and Honour, Wealth and Power-in vain
The glorious present Majesty of Heaven

Irradiated Thy chosen holy Fane!

Fallen from Thy God, the heathen barbarous hand
Despoils thy Temple, and thine Altar stains,
Reft of Her Children mourns the Parent Land,
And in Her dwellings death-like silence reigns.
Rise, sacred Tree! a monument to tell

How Vanity and Folly lead to Woe;
Under what wrath unfaithful Israel fell,

What mighty arm laid Babel's triumphs low.
Rise, sacred Tree! on Thames's gorgeous shore,

To warn the People, and to guard the Throne ;

4 (Lord Wellesley's note on this verse.) "A Reform of Eton College, on the principles of the new system of education, has been menaced by high authority."

Teach them their pure religion to adore,

And foreign Faiths, and Rites, and Pomps disown!
Teach them that their Forefathers' noble race,

With Virtue, Liberty, and Truth combined,

And honest Zeal, and Piety, and Grace,

The Throne and Altar's strength have interwined:
The lofty glories of the Land and Main,

The stream of Industry, and Trade's proud course,
The Majesty of Empire to sustain,

God's Blessing on sound Faith is Britain's force.
Me, when Thy shade, and Thames's meads and flowers
Invite to soothe the cares of waning age,
May Memory bring to Me my long-past hours

To calm my soul, and troubled thoughts assuage!
Come, parent Eton! turn the stream of time

Back to Thy sacred fountain crown'd with bays!
Recall my brightest, sweetest days of Prime !
When all was hope and triumph, joy and praise.
Guided by thee I raised my youthful sight

To the steep solid heights of lasting fame,
And hail'd the beams of clear ethereal light

That brighten round the Greek and Roman name.
Oh Blest Instruction! friend to generous youth!
Source of all good! you taught me to intwine
The Muse's laurel with eternal truth,

And wake Her lyre to strains of Faith Divine.
Firm, incorrupt, as in life dawning morn,

Nor swayed by novelty nor public breath,
Teach me false censure and false fame to scorn,

And guide my steps through honour's path to death.
And Thou, Time-honoured fabric, stand! a Tower
Impregnable! a bulwark of the state!

Untouch'd by visionary Folly's Power,

Above the Vain, and Ignorant, and Great!

The Mighty Race with cultured minds adorn,

And Piety and Faith; congenial pair!

And spread Thy gifts through Ages yet unborn,
Thy Country's Pride, and Heaven's parental Care.

The Marquis Wellesley died at his residence, Kingston House, Brompton, on the morning of Monday, 26th September, 1842, in the eighty-third year of his age.

According to the desire expressed by the Marquis Wellesley, in his will, that his remains should be deposited within the precincts of the ancient seminary where he had received his early education, the funeral took place in the chapel of Eton College : and he rests in that spot of earth, which, through a long and arduous life in many lands, was ever the nearest and the dearest to his heart.

In Mr. Moultrie's stanzas to Eton, which I have already referred to in the memoir of Grey, the following just and beautiful tribute is paid to the memory of Lord Wellesley.

FROM MOULTRIE'S STANZAS TO ETON.
Ah! well I ween, knew He what worth is thine,
How deep a debt to thee his genius owed—
The Statesman, who of late, in life's decline,

Of public care threw off the oppressive load,

While yet his unquench'd spirit gleam'd and glow'd
With the pure light of Greek and Roman song,-

That gift, in boyish years by thee bestow'd,

And cherish'd, loved, and unforgotten long,

While cares of state press'd round in close continuous throng.

Not unprepared was that majestic mind,

By food and nurture once derived from thee,
To shape and sway the fortunes of mankind;
And by sagacious counsel and decree
Direct and guide Britannia's destiny-
Her mightiest ruler o'er the subject East:
Yet in his heart of hearts no joy had he

So pure, as when, from empire's yoke released,

To thee once more he turn'd with love that never ceased.

Such is thine empire over mightiest souls

Of men who wield earth's sceptres; such thy spell,

Which until death, and after death, controuls

Hearts which no fear could daunt, no force could quell.

What marvel then if softer spirits dwell

With fondest love on thy remember'd sway?
What marvel if the hearts of poets swell,

Recording at life's noon, with grateful lay,

How sweetly in thy shades the morning slipp'd away?

Fain would he cast life's fleshly burden down
Where its best hours were spent, and sink to rest,
Weary of greatness, sated with renown,

Like a tired child upon its mother's breast;
Proud mayst thou be of that his fond bequest,
Proud that, within thy consecrated ground,

He sleeps amidst the haunts he loved the best;
Where many a well-known, once familiar sound
Of water, earth, and air for ever breathes around.

(Memoirs by Pearce.-Lord Brougham's Historical Sketches.)

LORD HOWE.

THIS brave old Admiral, who commenced the splendid series of triumphs which signalised our navy during the last great war, was born in 1725. He was the second son of Lord Viscount Howe. He was educated at Eton, and at the age of fourteen entered on board the Severn of 50 guns, commanded by the Hon. Captain Legge, and which formed part of the squadron destined for the South Seas under Commodore Anson. He next served on board the Burford, which was one of the squadron detached in 1743 from Sir Chaloner Ogle's fleet, to reduce the town of La Guyra on the coast of Caraccas. The Burford suffered much in this enterprise, and Captain Lushington was killed. Mr. Howe was appointed acting-lieutenant by the commodore, and in a short time returned to England with his ship; but the commission not being confirmed by the Admiralty, he returned to his patron in the West Indies.

Sir Chaloner appointed him Lieutenant of a sloop of war; and being employed to cut out an English merchantman, which had been taken by a French privateer under the guns of the Dutch settlement of St. Eustatia, he executed the difficult and dangerous enterprise with the greatest gallantry and judgment. In 1745 Lieutenant Howe was raised to the rank of Commander, in the Baltimore sloop of war, which joined the squadron then cruising on the coast of Scotland under the command of Admiral Smith. During this cruise the Baltimore, in company with another armed vessel, fell in with two French frigates of 30 guns, with troops and ammunition for the service of the Pretender, which she instantly attacked by running between them. In the action which followed, Captain Howe received a wound in his head, which at first appeared to be fatal. He, however, soon discovered signs of life, and, when the necessary operation was performed, returned to the deck, and continued to fight his ship until the Frenchmen, notwithstanding their superiority in men and weight of metal, were glad to sheer off. For his good conduct in this action Howe was immediately made Post-captain.

After being employed on various stations, be about 1756 obtained the command of the Dunkirk of 60 guns, which was among the ships that were commissioned, from an apprehension of a rupture

with France. This ship was one of the fleet with which Admiral Boscawen sailed to obstruct the passage of the French fleet into the Gulf of St. Lawrence, when Captain Howe took the Alcide, a French ship of 64 guns, off the coast of Newfoundland. A powerful fleet being prepared, in 1757, under the command of Sir Edward Hawke, to make an attack upon the French coast, Captain Howe was appointed to the Magnanime, in which ship he compelled the fort on the Isle of Aix to surrender.

In 1758, by the death of his brother, who was killed in action in America, Howe, who had now obtained the rank of Commodore, succeeded to the family estates and honours. But he still was true to the sea, and was in constant active employment. In 1759 he was on board of his old ship the Magnanime in the action between the English fleet and the French under De Conflans. Howe greatly distinguished himself in this battle, in which the Thésée and the Formidable were captured from the enemy. When he was presented to the King by Sir Edward Hawke on this occasion, his Majesty said, "Your life, my Lord, has been one continued series of services to your country." Lord Howe continued to serve, as occasion required, in the Channel; and in the summer of 1762 he removed to the Princess Amelia, of 80 guns, having accepted the command as captain to the Duke of York, Rear-Admiral of the Blue, and serving as second in command under Sir Edward Hawke in the Channel.

In October, 1770, he was made Rear-Admiral of the Blue, and Commander-in-Chief of the Mediterranean fleet. Hawke (then Lord Hawke) said publicly of him in the House of Lords, when some remark had been made about Howe's promotion, "I advised his Majesty to make the promotion. I have tried my Lord Howe on important occasions; he never asked me how he was to execute any service, but always went and performed it."

In 1776 he sailed on board the Eagle for North America. When France (in 1778) became a party in the American war, the French Admiral D'Estaing appeared on the 11th of July, in sight of the British fleet at Sandy Hook, with a considerable force of line-of-battle-ships in complete equipment and condition. Most of the ships under Lord Howe had been long in service, were not well-manned, and were inferior in size to the French vessels. But by judicious arrangement and firm resistance Howe made D'Estaing sheer off, and he throughout the rest of the summer