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Rh HE tears of a nation were shed for her doom, The wail of a people rose over her tomb. From palace and cottage one funeral cry, Asked—So gay and so lovely, oh, how could she die?

Scarce a year since her bridal had gladdened the land, The wreath on her forehead, the ring on her hand: When forth went the summons, and down came the blow; And the young hope of England in dust was laid low.

Alas, for her husband, though others may weep, Ah, what is their sorrow, to what he must keep!

"It is said, that Leopold and his young bride intend visiting this country, when they will spend a fortnight at Claremont."—Morning Paper.