The noblemen and gentlemen appointed to form a part of the procession assembled at St George's-hall at 7 o'clock, and were then marshalled in the order of procession by George Nayler. At the same hour his Royal Highness the Duke of York, who appeared to be deeply affected, took his seat at the head of the coffin as chief mourner, attended by his supporters, where his Royal Highness remained until 9. At 9 o'clock the symphony to the Dead March in Saul reverberated as from a distance through the Castle walls, and shortly afterwards the procession began to move from the state apartments towards St George's chapel. Again, after a short interval, the trumpets sounded as from a short distance the same symphony; the minute guns joined their mournful discord; and the bands of the Coldstream struck up the Dead March. This was repeated several times before the procession came into the lower yard at all; at last, it burst upon the public view, and as it passed along the dense line of spectators, created on every side a most striking and imposing effect. As the coffin arrived near them, every individual was uncovered, and remained so, as a last mark of respect to the Sovereign whom he had so much loved and respected whilst living. The procession moved in the following order : Knight Marshal's Men, two and two, with black Staves. Trumpets and Kettle Drums, and Drums and Fifes of the Foot Guards. late Majesty. Surgeons to his The Curate and Rector of Windsor. Gentlemen Ushers Quarterly Waiters to His Majesty. Grooms of the Privy Chamber to His Majesty. Household Chaplain to His late Majesty. Clerk Marshal and First Equerry. Gentlemen Ushers of the Privy Chamber to His Majesty. Solicitor-General. Attorney-General. The Lord Chief-Justice of the Common Pleas. Supporters of the Canopy, The Royal Body, Supporters of the Canopy, Peers. Supporters of the Pall, Three Dukes. Five Peers. Supporters of the Pall, Three Dukes. Covered with a fine Holland Sheet and a Purple Velvet Pall, adorned with Ten Escutcheons of the Imperial Arms, carried by Ten Yeomen of the Guard, under a Canopy of Purple Velvet. First Gentleman Usher Daily Waiter to His Majesty. Supporter: A Peer. Garter Principal King of THE CHIEF MOURNER, Gentleman JJsher of the Black Rod. Supporter: A Peer. in a long Black Cloak, his Train borne Sixteen Peers, Assistants to the Chief Mourner. PRINCES OF THE BLOOD ROYAL, in long Black Cloaks, the train of each borne by two Gentlemen of the The Council of his Royal Highness the Duke of York, as Custos Master of the Household to His late Majesty on the Windsor Establishment. Personæ of His late Majesty. Groom of the Stole on the Windsor Vice Chamberlain to His late Majesty on the Windsor Establishment. Lords of His late Majesty's Bedchamber. Gentlemen Pensioners with their Axes reversed. The procession from the grand porch to the south door of St George's Chapel afforded to thousands of spectators a scene of funereal grandeur, at once the most solemn and picturesque. The long train of distinguished personages, habited in their mournful costumes, relieved only by the occasional parti-coloured magnificence of heralds, was rendered quite visible to the beholders by the lights of the torches borne by the soldiery, who lined on each side the temporary way. The evening was dark, but the torchlights produced the finest imaginable effect. THE CHAPEL. At half past seven a detachment of the First or Grenadier Guards were marched into the middle of the aisle, and took their stand on each side of the railed way, through which the general procession was to pass. At eight o'clock their arms and standards were reversed, and every second man was supplied with a large wax taper lighted. A whole hour now elapsed, which was not marked by any incident except the sound of the solemn firing of the minute guns. At nine o'clock a mournful flourish of trumpets, but faintly heard in the aisle, announced that the procession had begun to move, and every eye was immediately fixed in anxious expectation towards the spot by which it was to enter. In a few minutes the van entered the aisle, consisting of the Poor Knights, followed by the Pages; and then by slow degrees, the whole body moved forward in the order described in the ceremonial. It is impossible to conceive a more striking, a more deeply impres sive spectacle, than that which now presented itself. All that is distinguished in rank or station, judges, generals, bishops, privy councillors, peers, were seen in silent march accompanying to the tomb the corpse of a mighty monarch, so lately the fountain of honours, but now a mere memento of the fragility of all earthly grandeur. In addition to the solemnity induced by this general reflection, every heart seemed to feel personally a particular grief at the loss of a friend and father. Among the distinguished persons of opposition who had come to pay their homage to the memory of their venerable Sovereign, were the Duke of Bedford, Earl Grey, the Earl of Lauderdale; and it was gratifying to see that those who differed in all points of politics, agreed in one thing that all the respect which individuals have it in their power to bestow should be paid to him who had so long adorned the kingly office with "mild wisdom" and undeviating worth. na cession moved slowly along, we were able to observe the several Dukes who had been appointed to bear the pall; and, unless our eyes deceived us, we saw the Dukes of Wellington, Buccleuch, Newcastle, Dorset, Northumberland, and Athol. The canopy over the coffin was borne by Marquises, among whom we perceived the Marquises of Stafford, Buckingham, and Cholmondeley. Almost immediately before the coffin, a most imposing effect was produced by the array of nional banners, carried by different noblemen. The Union Banner was carried by Lord Grenville, St George's Banner by Lord Howard of Effingham, the grand Royal Banner by Lord Hill, the Banner of Scotland by Lord Clinton, the Banner of Ireland by (we believe) Lord Headfort, and the Banners of Hanover and Brunswick by two noblemen whose persons we could not distinguish. As soon as the coffin appeared round the corner of the aisle, the singers of the different choirs, who were followed by the Dean of Windsor, struck up the solemn service of "I know that my Redeemer liveth." This beautiful anthem lasted till the corpse was carried into the chapel and placed on the tressels. Immediately after the coffin followed the Duke of York as chief mourner; his Royal Highness had the appearance of deep and unaffected sorrow. Next him went the Duke of Clarence, the Duke of Sussex, the Duke of Glocester, and Prince Leopold. The fine manly aspect of the latter, imbued as it is with seriousness and suffering, made a great impression on the spectators. As soon as the procession was completely arranged in the chapel, the Dean of Windsor, assisted on this occasion by the Archbishop of Canterbury, commenced the service. The psalms were then chaunted by the fullest choir we ever heard; it consisted of the principal voices of the Chapel Royal, of St James and St George's chapel; Mr Knyvett presided at the organ, and displayed at once the profoundest science and the finest taste; nothing could exceed the precision, the delicacy, the majesty of his execution. And he was worthily assisted. Messrs Vaughan, W. Knyvett, J. B. Sale, and Marshall, sang with a solemn sweetness that divested the mind of all sublunary thoughts, and filled it with pious musings. After Kent's anthem of "Hear my prayer," the choir performed that sublime piece, "I heard a voice from Heaven." At the conclusion of the service, and previous to the last collect and blessing, the funeral anthem, composed by Handel for Queen Caroline, was sung by the full band. One portion, in which the voices of boys alone were employed, was a masterpiece of delicious enchanting harmony. When this anthem was finished, the Dean read the prayer which accompanies the lowering of the body into the grave; and it is impossible to describe the thrilling awe of every bosom as the throwing of the dust resounded from the royal coffin. This awe was still further heightened to those in the chapel, from whose eyes the coffin had slowly and gradually disappeared, without hands, and as if it had been mysteriously withdrawn by some supernatural power. Sir Isaac Heard then read the titles of his late Majesty, but in a voice less firm than usual. This tremulousness was, however, the effect of grief rather than of age. The service being concluded, Mr Knyvett played a solemn voluntary, and the procession returned nearly in the order in which it came. Thousands were afterwards admitted into the chapel, to see the coffin and its splendid paraphernalia, as it lay in the tomb. Thus ended the most awful and magnificent ceremony which any British subject now living ever witness ed in this country; a ceremony, not merely adorned with all those appendages of grandeur which belong as matter of course to all royal funerals, but rendered sublime by the voluntary and heartfelt homage of countless thousands of affectionate subjects, who had thronged to the last obsequies of their King, not from the idle curiosity of seeing a grand exhibition, but to shed a last tear over the grave of a father and friend. 14th.-PARIS. Twelve o'clock at night (Sunday.)-A frightful crime has this night filled the capital with alarm and consternation. His Royal Highness the Duke de Berri had attended the representations of the opera with his august Duchess. At half past eleven o'clock, a few minutes before the conclusion of the ballet, the Prince and Princess left the house, and were preparing to enter their carriage. A man-a monster, watched this moment. He approached the Duke, who gave his arm to the Duchess, and stabbed him in the right side with a pointed instrument, which is commonly called a carlet or tire-pointe. The blood gushed out instantly, and the unfortunate Princess, whose situa tion we shall not attempt to describe, was covered with it. The Prince was carried into one of the rooms of the Administration, where some professional gentlemen, who had not yet left the theatre, hastened to his assistance. On seeing the wound, they declared that it was not mortal. A few minutes after, Monsieur, and the Duke and Duchess of Angouleme, arrived. It will easily be conceived, that under the first impression of so terrible an event, it is our duty to confine ourselves to a simple relation of facts; and our profound sorrow will serve as an apology for any disorder which may appear in our statement. The assassin is a man between thirtysix and forty years of age. He was secured immediately.—Journal des Debats. Farther Postscript.-The hopes of the physicians have, unhappily, proved fallacious. His Royal Highness expired at six o'clock the next morning-Ibid. (From the Gazette de France.) It was half past eleven o'clock, the spectacle was nearly terminated. The Duke de Berri had given his hand to his august spouse to ascend the carriage, when an assassin rushed forward, overthrew M. de Beaufremont, aide-de-camp to his Royal Highness, and strongly embracing the Prince with his left arm, he plunged into his right side a double-edged poniard, which penetrated four inches in depth. The Prince uttered an exclamation. At his cry, the aides-de-camp of his Royal Highness surrounded him, but he had fallen, exclaiming, "I am assassinated!" Madame the Duchess de Berri rushed out of the carriage with the Countess de Bethizy, who was in attendance on her. It was this lady who first perceived that the fatal weapon was in the wound, and who drew it out. The blood gushed out in such abundance that she was covered with it, as was also the Princess herself. The Prince was conveyed to the hall of administration of the opera, where skilful surgeons inspected the frightful wound, The Prince was insensible, and fears were entertained, from the change of his features, that the wound was mortal. The unfortunate Princess testified at once the most profound grief and the liveliest energy. She instantly threw off her attire, and devoted herself to the most painful and affecting cares. A stranger to every thing surrounding her, she assisted the professional men, lavished the tenderest attentions upon her august spouse, and her sweet accents were the first that the Prince heard on returning to |
