any part of it; it was all consumed by his bounty and his improvements; and so great and extensive were his plans, s, that, in the words of Mr. Fox, "his munificence might, if he had lived, have engaged him in expenses, to which even his princely fortune would have been found inadequate."

Equally devoid of vanity and pride, he retained those accomplishments which ever rendered him so peculiarly agreeable and interesting; and in his conversation with persons, in whatsoever sphere of life they moved, he never made them feel any superiority but that of his talents. Such was his aversion to flattery, however speciously administered, in praise or compliment, that it met no other reception than that of high contempt; nor could the most scrutinizing eye discover in his conduct or character the least possible trace of ostentation.

It now becomes our painful duty to enter upon the melancholy narrative of his Grace's death. "An indisposition, under which he had laboured for several days, previous to Friday the 26th of February, was considerably encreased by indulging in his favourite amusement of tennis; and in the afternoon of that day, he was suddenly seized with a most violent fit of coughing, which, added to his previous exertion on the morning of the day, produced symptoms which indicated that this

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violent attack was of too serious a nature to admit of the least possible delay. It was then concluded that a messenger should be immediately despatched to Mr. Parker, who, on his arrival, found his Grace labouring under an incarcerated hernia. After attempting in vain. its reduction, by what in surgery is called the taxis, it was agreed by Mr. Parker and Lord Ludlow, that Dr. Kerr should be sept for without delay, and likewise Şir James Earle, his Grace's surgeon. On Saturday evening the operation was performed by Sir James Earle, which was unavoidably tedious from embarrassing circumstances, but was sustained by his Grace without a struggle. After the operation, the inflammation ran rapidly into mortification; which, on Tuesday morning, put a period to a life which, if prolonged, would doubtless have been dedicated to the dearest and best interests of society."

The universal sorrow which pervaded all ranks on the loss of this illustrious nobleman, was more expressive of ' their personal regard than the most studied panegyric; and a surer indication of departed worth than the most elaborate volumes written in his praise. Many men in a state of opulence, many distinguished by rank, fortune, and connexions, leave their pomp and spendour, and sink into oblivion unnoticed and unknown. Not such was the exit of this distinguished character, in whom nobility of mind was blended with nobility of birth. His rank

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and title has terminated, as it respects himself, with his life; but his still more illustrious title of Patriot will last as long as patriotism shall be the characteristic of Englishmen. Ardently zealous for the true interests of his beloved country-indefatigable in his efforts to avert the dangers and calamities of war, and to procure for his fellow-countrymen the blessings of peace-pleasing to his equals--condescending to his inferiors-liberal to his dependantsand ever ready to assist the distressed,—

Such was his character! and, while there yet gleams one spark of patriotism, we trust the name of RUSSELL will never be forgotten.

[We rely too much on the good sense and taste of our Readers to make any apology for the insertion of the following STANZAS, connected with this subject, the spontaneous effusion of an Inhabitant of Woburn, whose name is not unknown in the annals of Poetry, and who, in conjunction with two friends, has already favoured the Public with a pleasing and beautiful collection of orginal Pieces.]

STANZA S.

O salvar Roma io voglio

O perir seco!

Bruto di Alfieri.

AS o'er some lone and blighted land,
Torn from fair freedom's page,
Where dwelt the glorious and the grand,
The hero and the sage,

In pensive pilgrimage we tread;
If pile or pillar o'er the dead

Calls back the vanish'd age,

In record to admiring thought
The imperishable names are brought.—

And every name a spell-word is,

Of power to kindle higher

The patriot's holy energies,

The hero's pulse of fire;

To quicken, with instructive theme,
The inspiration and the dream

Of him who loves the lyre;

And charm with spoils unknown before
The heart which swells at wisdom's lore.

Turn to where bloom Arabian flowers
On Horeb's sainted sod,
Å glory lingers in the bowers

Where erst the Hebrew trod,
In whose revealing page we see
Time's birth, an angry Deity,
The thunder and thế rod;
Reaps not the sage from name like his
High presages of future bliss?

Or turn to wisdom's own pure clime,

The cradle of the free,

Whence draw the nations through all time
The milk of Liberty.

O Greece! though long thy life is fled,
As nobles to a Princess dead;

We bow the adoring knee;

Thine, thine indeed are naines of light,
Time cannot dim, nor tyrant blight!

Here, should we say, those spirits ranged,

To whom such spells belong,

Who moulded kings, and empires changed;The sightless Homer flung

Here, where immortal Ocean smiles,

In triumph round her thousand isles,
His melody of song;

Sweet Sappho there and here; more dim,

Wild Pindar woké his Pythian hymn.