The discovery "that King Charles I. was buried in the vault of King Henry VIII.," was made on completing the mausoleum which George III. caused to be built in the tomb-house. The Prince Regent was informed of the circumstance, and on April 1, 1813, the day after the funeral of his mother-in-law, the Duchess of Brunswick, he superintended in person the opening of the leaden coffin, which bore the inscription, "King Charles, 1648" (_sic_). See _An Account of what appeared on Opening the Coffin of King Charles the First_, by Sir H. Halford, Bart., 1813, pp. 6, 7. Cornelia Knight, in her _Autobiography_ (1861, i. 227), notes that the frolic prince, the "Adonis of fifty," who was in a good humour, and "had given to Princess Charlotte the centre sapphire of Charles's crown," acted "the manner of decapitation on my shoulders." He had "forgotten" Cromwell, who, as Lord Auchinleck reminded Dr. Johnson, had "gart kings ken that they had a _lith_ in their neck!"] [54] [From an autograph MS. in the possession of the Hon. Mrs. Norbury. The first wrapper has written upon it, "The original Impromptu within is in the handwriting of the noble author Lord Byron, given to Mr. Norbury [private secretary to Lord Granville] by Mr. Dallas, his Lordship's valued relative." Second wrapper, "Autograph of Lord Byron--tres précieux." Third (outside) wrapper, "Autographe célèbre de Lord Byron."] [55][ Πηλὸν αἵματι πεφυραμἑνον [Greek: Pêlὸn ai(/mati pephyramhenon] "Clay kneaded with blood." Suetonius, in _Tiberium_, cap. 57.] ICH DIEN. FROM this emblem what variance your motto evinces, For the _Man_ is his country's--the Arms are the Prince's! ?1814. [From an autograph MS. in the possession of Mr. A.H. Hallam Murray, now for the first time printed.] CONDOLATORY ADDRESS TO SARAH COUNTESS OF JERSEY, ON THE PRINCE REGENT'S RETURNING HER PICTURE TO MRS. MEE.[56] WHEN the vain triumph of the imperial lord, Whom servile Rome obeyed, and yet abhorred, Gave to the vulgar gaze each glorious bust, That left a likeness of the brave, or just; What most admired each scrutinising eye Of all that decked that passing pageantry? What spread from face to face that wondering air? The thought of Brutus[57]--for his was not there! That absence proved his worth,--that absence fixed His memory on the longing mind, unmixed; 10 And more decreed his glory to endure, Than all a gold Colossus could secure.