Whilst the bright star of glory in Liberty’s rays, Over the face of Great Britain resplendently shines, Where’s the power upon earth can Victoria dismay, Whilst her true British Subjects together combine. Huzza, may the Queen live for ever, &c., Shall we ever see her like, no never; Here’s her health in a bumper of wine. Let the voice of her people re-echo the strain, And her fame thro’ the trumpet extend thro’ the World, May the sun over her throne ever shed its bright rays, While her Banners of Justice and Mercy’s unfurl’d. We’ll sing, too, in praise of Old England our Isle, Who hath succour’d all Nations imploring her aid, May that Omniscient Eye look down with a smile, On our Queen and all who at her Mercy are laid. John Harkness, Printer, Preston. A STRANGER IN HER MAJESTY’S BEDROOM. THE BOY JONES AGAIN! “What will Mrs. Grundy say--Mrs. Lilley?” On Wednesday, shortly after 12 o’clock, the inmates of Buckingham Palace were aroused by an alarm being given that a stranger had been discovered under the sofa in her Majesty’s dressing-room. The domestics and officers of the household were immediately in motion, and it was soon ascertained that the alarm was not without foundation. The daring intruder was immediately secured, and safely handed over to the custody of the police. The inquiry into this mysterious circumstance has created the most intense interest at Buckingham Palace and the west-end of the of the town, where the report spread with the rapidity of lightning. At first it was not generally believed, but when it was known that the prisoner was under examination at the Home Office public curiosity was at its height, and inquiries into the most minute particulars were made in every place where it was likely to obtain information respecting an event which might, under present circumstances, have been attended with most dangerous effects to the health of our beloved Queen.