swered their purposes, as that old crazy-headed goat, Lord Erskine, to cast off his concubine. Mr. Brougham.-O! O! There's a minister of the gospel.

Mr. Blacow then eulogized the Bridge-street association, the joyous acclamations of the Irish, and poured forth a fervent prayer for every earthly and eternal blessing to George IV.

[When he concluded his fervid harangue there was a very general stir throughout the Court, of applause.]

Mr. Justice Holroyd, in the most guarded and temperate language, gave his opinion that it was a libel. The epithets were most abusive and derogatory. Could he be ignorant that he was traducing and vilifying the Queen? By a particular statute they were to judge whether the defendant was guilty. As a clergyman of the Church of England, holding himself out as very loyal, and very desirous of the preservation of the state, he gave his opinion of the Queen's guilt, left not the people to their own reflections, and thus he disturbed the peace. But it was for them to judge whether it was a libel or not. They were to lay out of their minds all other considerations, and totally their own opinion respecting the question of the Queen's guilt or innocence. The only question was, whether the publication tended to degrade the Queen, to traduce her, and was published with intent to vilify her, and to break the peace. In his opinion it was a libel.

The Jury retired for a quarter of an hour, and found a verdict of GUILTY.

The following, extracts made from a Sermon, preached "for the funeral of Queen Caroline," on Sunday, August 19th, 1821, by the Rev. W. J. Fox, display a very different spirit and language to what we have just detailed, and in which the character of her late Majesty will be found admirably drawn.

Mr. Fox's text was from Job iii. 17: "There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest :" and he thus commences his discourse :

"On many occasions have these words been quoted, but never perhaps more frequently, and certainly never with greater propriety of application, than on the present occasion.

"Caroline of Brunswick, Caroline of England rather, for English was she by her station, English still more by her noble character, and English most of all by the adoption and affection of a generous people, has left our shores for that final home where the wicked must cease from troubling her, and where alone, in her case, the weariness of unmerited suffering could sink to rest. A wounded spirit who can bear? And her spirit was wounded, even to death, by the poisoned daggers of calumny and insult. God grant that such weapons may be broken at her grave, and

buried with her! And may the hearts of those who used them be moved by her dying forgive ness to that relenting mood which was not accorded to her living innocence!"

"Job, the hero of this noble poem, may be regarded as a royal sufferer, for the scene is laid in those patriarchal times when large households were independent communities, and their heads were sovereigns. Through successive ages has he been celebrated for his suffering; and the fame of hers has pervaded the earth, dividing men's interest with the convulsions of states and the downfall or restoration of governments; and endure it must so long as England has a history: his patience has often been appealed to for example, and her magnanimous endurance is the theme of admiration he was spoiled of his possessions, and she robbed of the due honours of her station: the ceremonial uncleanness of disease, or its loathsomeness, drove him from his own house to lodge on the bare ground; and the interested intrigues of faction, and the pestilence of sycophancy, exiled her from this country, an unhonoured wanderer over the earth: he could appeal to his diffusive charity; and for this too, when the ear heard her, then it blessed her, and when the eye saw her, it gave witness to her; on her came the blessing of those ready to perish, and she made widowed hearts sing for joy he lost all his children, and that too while parted from them and her exile was imbittered by the

loss of her only child his sufferings are attri+ buted to a being supposed to act as spy, and tempter, and false accuser; and in her case were spies, and tempters, and false accusers multiplied. His trials, and hers too, were repeated, the ignominious failure of each serving only to increase the severity and fury of the next. That endearing connexion which began in paradise, and was designed to bless mankind, which ever ought to furnish security against the dangers of life, the consolations of sympathy and tenderness in its sorrows, and participation in its enjoymentswas in his case, and in hers, a source of disquiet and bitterness: he had to contend against those who had professed, and appeared to be friends, but who vented calumnies and falsehoods; and so had she: he felt the baseness of those who flattered and idolized him in the season of prosperity, but who in trouble made him their song and by-word, and spared not to spit in his face, to offer unmanly insult; and so did she. Conscious integrity supported both, and prompted a defiance of slander, and an assertion of just claims to more honourable treatment: he offered sacrifices for his erring friends; and she pronounced forgiveness on her enemies: Heaven interposed for the assertion of his integrity; and, in the detection of the falsehoods vented against her, there were circumstances which (though in fact all events are alike providential) are eminently called so because they are unusual, and tend to

obvious and immediate good: he was recompensed, as was the frequent method under the earlier dispensations of religion, by temporal prosperity: she was sustained (as is the more general case now) only by the hopes that fix on futurity hence the joyous termination of his history comes in contrast with the mournful close of hers; and the deepest depression in his progress, becomes the final earthly emotion of her bosom, namely, a heart-sick longing for that place, "where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest.”

"The voice of candour and charity, nay, as seems to me, that of the sternest justice, warrants our best and brightest hopes at that bar for her who is departed. That she was innocent of the foul offence laid to her charge, (and never did fewer honest and disinterested men, some such there were undoubtedly, dissent from a general opinion than on that subject,) is saying comparatively little, as many are free from such offences who have small claims on respect; though it should be observed, that not once in an age is any one so completely abandoned to inducements She had an active and vigorous mind, and she did not debase that mind: it was perhaps irregularly exercised and cultivated; but still exercised and cultivated it was: nor did she ever act more wisely, justly, and greatly, than when relying on her own decisions. Her greatest error during her last residence here, the rash

to error.