It is said, that only a few hours before she ceased to breathe, she spoke of the modes her savage adversaries had successfully put in practice, of separating worthy people from her society: one of which was, _to deter them from visiting her, by propagating the most atrocious calumnies against her, and them_. Never was human being attacked with more malignant ferocity by _the Furies of the Press_, than this noble-minded and innocent lady--never will they perpetrate a fouler Murder! _Instruments of cruelty are in their habitations. O, my soul! come not thou into their secret!_ Her dying declaration, "THEY HAVE DESTROYED ME!" will be remembered long after her destroyers. Her blood is on their heads. They allowed her no peace on earth. _Now--she hears not the voice of the oppressor--she is where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest_. In fixedness of courage immovable, in clearness of intellect unrivalled, she shone on earth as the polar-star in the firmament of her sex, and in her utmost need, they circled round her as the sun of their glory. Her wrongs and her fate are indelibly registered in our annals. Honest historians of after-times will narrate them truly, and unpensioned Bards embalm her to posterity. The Queen's dying request was, to lie in the same tomb with her child--sad experience taught her to anticipate a refusal from her relentless enemies! "Let her be buried in the King's highway, For on her heart they trod, the while she liv'd; And, buried once, why not upon her head?"-- Men and Women of England! have ye not a little Grave, Her _Spirit_ was with the People while she lived--her body belongs to them now that she is no more. The Author of the The Political House Jack Built. ** When this article was written, the Queen lay unburied. {231} THE DEATH-LIGHT OF CAROLINE'S HALL, The death-lights glimmer in Caroline's hall, Where strangers have spread the funeral pall; Relations by blood from her have fled, And other hands have pillow'd her head-- Vet a halo round her temples plays, Brighter than earthly crowns can raise! When her heart-strings broke, no husband was there, With a bursting breast, and a holy prayer-- Her Royal Spouse was _on the sea_, In glittering pomp and pageantry; With streamers pointing to Erin's shore, Where wassail, and wine, and wild uproar, And the noisy mirth of a motley band, Were to drown the sighs of a sorrowing land! The prospect was bright on her Bridal Day, And English hearts were light and gay; Alas!'twas the gleam of a wintry sky, When dark clouds come, and the storm is nigh.