When the fatal intelligence was communicated to the Duke of Cambridge, at Hanover, he was at an assembly at his Excellency's the Minister Von Deiken. The party immediately broke up, and every individual appeared to participate in the general grief. The theatres and concert-rooms were shut, and all public amusements prohibited until further orders. The court, and all the civil and military authorities put on mourning.

The court of Wirtemburg went into mourning on the 18th of November, on account of the death of the lamented Princess Charlotte. The interesting Duchess of Oldenburgh, who visited this country with her brother the Emperor of Russia, was at that time Queen of Wirtemburg. The Queen Dowager of Wirtemburg is also the aunt of our lamented Princess; these circumstances rendered the mourning at Stutgard something more than a formal ceremony of state-it was a mourning for a family affliction.

The letters from Stockholm spoke of the melancholy event in the following terms: "We yesterday (Nov. 19,) received, by way of Hamburgh, the melancholy intelligence of the death of her Royal Highness the Princess Charlotte of Wales. The King and Prince Royal were both of them very deeply affected with the calamity which has fallen, not only upon the Royal Family of England, but upon the whole British nation, which had attached the dearest hopes to the existence of that young Princess.

Lord Strangford not having received the news direct from London, Baron Echausen undertook, on the proposal of the Minister for Foreign Affairs, Count Engestrom, to announce to his Excellency this event, in order to spare him the afflicting surprise of reading the news in a Gazette, without being prepared for it.

On the same evening, the King and the Prince Royal sent each their respective Chamberlains to wait upon Lord Strangford; to express their compliments of condolence, and to testify their deep sympathy in the melancholy loss which the Prince Regent and the whole of the English nation have suffered.

When the afflicting news of the Princess Charlotte's death reached Hamburgh, all persons, both natives of England, and foreigners, were deeply affected by the melancholy tidings. The English, whether resident or travellers, immediately on learning the fatal intelligence, refrained from attending all public amusements and parties of pleasure, and as soon as convenience would admit of it, they appeared in full mourning. Indeed, it may be said, that one and all acted from a spontaneous sentiment of admiration and affection for the virtues of the Princess, without waiting to know what had been done by their countrymen elsewhere; for true feeling waits not the authority of precedent to teach it how to weep, and is as remote from the affectation, as it is regardless of the forms of sorrow.

At Havre de Grace, all the British subjects, of whom there were a great number at that place, went into deep mourning, and even the Prefect of the town, and other French persons in official situations, shewed the same respect. At Cambray, the grand head-quarters of the British army, the news of the premature and fatal death of the Princess Charlotte spread universal grief and dismay. The generals, the officers of all ranks, and the private soldiers, were seen to shed tears of affliction, when they were informed of it.

FROM these scenes of domestic grief-from this exemplary display of national feeling, let us for a while divert our view, and direct it to one spot in a foreign country, the residence of an illustrious lady, estranged by a wayward destiny from the enjoyment of the converse of the dearest being in the whole range of human society, for whom her heart cherished the warm emotions of affection and of love, and to whom she looked at some future period for her return to the enjoyment of those social habits, and those endearments of an affectionate intercourse, to which she had been so long a stranger. Impelled by a restless spirit, the sure concomitant of an uneasy mind, she sought in the distractions of a wandering life, in the change of scenery, and the study

of men and manners of various climes, for an obliteration, if not forgetfulness of her woes-but, as the mariner, encircled by storms in midnight on the ocean, looks to the polar star and blesses its radiance, so looked this isolated lady to the shores of Britain, where lived the only one who could guide her shattered bark into the harbour of domestic happiness. The human heart, so long as it is supported by hope, looks with fortitude and resignation upon the casual calamities of life, and, penetrating the veil of futurity, beholds through a long perspective, scenes of brighter happiness gradually disclosing themselves, and finds in that cheering prospect, an alleviation of the accumulated woes, which then so heavily oppress it. Take, however, that hope away, and the human heart may be compared to a mass of ruins, on which, in cimmerian darkness, the fiend, Despair, sits solitarily brooding-where the feet of Consolation never trod, nor the voice of Religion was ever heard. In those heavy and severe griefs which lacerate the feelings, which stretch them to the intensity of agony, Sympathy, in an angel's form, bends over the sufferer, and with the styptic of consolation staunches the bleeding of the wound. But how wretched-how forlorn-how miserable must that being feelwhen one of the heaviest calamities which can befal a human creature suddenly overtakes her, like an overpowering and devastating torrent, carrying away the last remnant of her hopes-and she looks

around and finds herself single in the world, and knows not where to look for one breast on which her agonized head can repose. It is a spectacle of woe and desolation, of mental agony, and of human suffering; the heart of a mother, when bending over an expiring child, in that awful moment, when the dearest of human ties are about to be rent asunder, and the last faint glances of the eye tell, even in the throes of death the existence of filial love; even in that moment when the earth rattles on the coffin, and the suceeeding one hides for ever from the eager and anxious look the tenement which holds the form that was beloved; even then the mother, though her tears may fall, feels some slight assuagement of her grief in the reflection, that all that maternal affection, anxiety, or solicitude could desire, was performed; that the last wishes were heard, and the last convulsive pressure of the hand received-which is never-never forgotten. But when a mother in a distant land, in full expectation of the blissful tidings being received of a life preserved, and a life bestowed-of a child being given, and of a mother saved; hears on a sudden the dreadful intelligence, that one hour saw them both consigned to the tomb, then what words can express a mother's feelings-and especially of one, whose particular situation would not admit of her being present, during the most important crisis of her daughter's life, when a mother's cares and attentions were so indis