The very face to make us sad ; She taunts men's brains, and makes them mad. All things are touch'd with Melancholy, To feel her fair ethereal wings That sounds with idiot laughter solely; THE END OF PART I. PROSE AND VERSE. THE GREAT CONFLAGRATION. DREADFUL FIRE-DESTRUCTION OF BOTH HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT-THE SPEAKER'S HOUSE GUTTED-REPORTS OF INCENDIARISM. It is our unexpected lot to announce that the Houses of Lords and Commons, so often threatened with combustion, are in a state of actual ignition. At this moment, both fabrics are furiously burning. We are writing this paragraph without the aid of lamp or candles; by the mere reflection of the flames. Nothing is known of the origin of the fire, although it is throwing a light upon everything else.-Evening Star. The devouring element which destroyed Covent Garden and Drury Lane, the Royalty and the Pantheon, has made its appearance on a new stage, equally devoted to declamatory elocution. St. Stephen's Chapel is in flames! The floor which was trodden by the eloquent legs of a Fox, a Burke, a Pitt, and a Sheridan, is reduced to a heap of ashes; and the benches which sustained the Demosthenic weight of a Wyndham, a Whitbread, and a Wilberforce, are a mere mass of charcoal. The very roof that re-echoed the classicalities of Canning is nodding to its fall. In Parliamentary language, Fire is in possession of the House: the Destructive spirit is on its legs, and the Conservative principle can offer but a feeble opposition.-Daily Post. The blow is struck. What we have long foreseen has come to pass. Incendiarism triumphs! The whole British Empire, as represented by the three estates, is in a blaze! The Throne, the Lords, and the Commons, are now burning. The cycle is com. plete. The spirit of Guy Fawkes revives in 1834! |