QUEEN VICTORIA.

Welcome now, VICTORIA!Welcome to the throne!May all the trades begin to stir,Now you are Queen of England;For your most gracious MajestyMay see what wretched povertyIs to be found on England’s ground,Now you are Queen of England.CHORUS.Of all the flowers in full bloom,Adorn’d with beauty and perfume,The fairest is the rose in June,Victoria, Queen of England.While o’er the country you preside,Providence will be your guide,The people then will never chide,Victoria, Queen of England.She doth declare it her intentTo extend reform in parliament,On doing good she’s firmly bent,While she is Queen of England.Of all the flowers, &c.She says, I’ll try my utmost skill,That the poor may have their fill;Forsake them!—no, I never will,While I am Queen of England;For oft my mother said to me,Let this your study always be,To see the people blest and free,Should you be Queen of England.Of all the flowers, &c.And now, my daughter, you do reign,Much opposition to sustain,You’ll surely have, before you gainThe blessings of Old England,O yes, dear mother, that is true,I know my sorrows won’t be few,Poor people shall have work to do,While I am Queen of England.Of all the flowers, &c.I will encourage every trade,For their labour must be paid,In this free country then she said—Victoria, Queen of England;That poor-law bill, with many more,Shall be trampled on the floor—The rich must keep the helpless poor.While I am Queen of England.Of all the flowers, &c.The Royal Queen of Britain’s isleSoon will make the people smile,Her heart none can the least defile,Victoria, Queen of England;Although she is of early years,She is possess’d of tender cares,To wipe away the orphan’s tears,While she is Queen of England.Of all the flowers, &c.With joy each Briton doth exclaim,Both far and near across the main,Victoria we now proclaimThe Royal Queen of England;Long may she live, and happy be,Adorn’d with robes of royalty,With blessings from her subjects free,While she is Queen of England.Of all the flowers, &c.In every town and village gay,The bells shall ring, and music play,Upon her Coronation-day,Victoria, Queen of England.While her affections we do win,And every day fresh blessings bring,Ladies, help me for to singVictoria, Queen of England.Of all the flowers, &c.

Welcome now, VICTORIA!

Welcome to the throne!

May all the trades begin to stir,

Now you are Queen of England;

For your most gracious Majesty

May see what wretched poverty

Is to be found on England’s ground,

Now you are Queen of England.

CHORUS.

Of all the flowers in full bloom,Adorn’d with beauty and perfume,The fairest is the rose in June,Victoria, Queen of England.

Of all the flowers in full bloom,

Adorn’d with beauty and perfume,

The fairest is the rose in June,

Victoria, Queen of England.

While o’er the country you preside,Providence will be your guide,The people then will never chide,Victoria, Queen of England.She doth declare it her intentTo extend reform in parliament,On doing good she’s firmly bent,While she is Queen of England.Of all the flowers, &c.

While o’er the country you preside,

Providence will be your guide,

The people then will never chide,

Victoria, Queen of England.

She doth declare it her intent

To extend reform in parliament,

On doing good she’s firmly bent,

While she is Queen of England.

Of all the flowers, &c.

She says, I’ll try my utmost skill,That the poor may have their fill;Forsake them!—no, I never will,While I am Queen of England;For oft my mother said to me,Let this your study always be,To see the people blest and free,Should you be Queen of England.Of all the flowers, &c.

She says, I’ll try my utmost skill,

That the poor may have their fill;

Forsake them!—no, I never will,

While I am Queen of England;

For oft my mother said to me,

Let this your study always be,

To see the people blest and free,

Should you be Queen of England.

Of all the flowers, &c.

And now, my daughter, you do reign,Much opposition to sustain,You’ll surely have, before you gainThe blessings of Old England,O yes, dear mother, that is true,I know my sorrows won’t be few,Poor people shall have work to do,While I am Queen of England.Of all the flowers, &c.

And now, my daughter, you do reign,

Much opposition to sustain,

You’ll surely have, before you gain

The blessings of Old England,

O yes, dear mother, that is true,

I know my sorrows won’t be few,

Poor people shall have work to do,

While I am Queen of England.

Of all the flowers, &c.

I will encourage every trade,For their labour must be paid,In this free country then she said—Victoria, Queen of England;That poor-law bill, with many more,Shall be trampled on the floor—The rich must keep the helpless poor.While I am Queen of England.Of all the flowers, &c.

I will encourage every trade,

For their labour must be paid,

In this free country then she said—

Victoria, Queen of England;

That poor-law bill, with many more,

Shall be trampled on the floor—

The rich must keep the helpless poor.

While I am Queen of England.

Of all the flowers, &c.

The Royal Queen of Britain’s isleSoon will make the people smile,Her heart none can the least defile,Victoria, Queen of England;Although she is of early years,She is possess’d of tender cares,To wipe away the orphan’s tears,While she is Queen of England.Of all the flowers, &c.

The Royal Queen of Britain’s isle

Soon will make the people smile,

Her heart none can the least defile,

Victoria, Queen of England;

Although she is of early years,

She is possess’d of tender cares,

To wipe away the orphan’s tears,

While she is Queen of England.

Of all the flowers, &c.

With joy each Briton doth exclaim,Both far and near across the main,Victoria we now proclaimThe Royal Queen of England;Long may she live, and happy be,Adorn’d with robes of royalty,With blessings from her subjects free,While she is Queen of England.Of all the flowers, &c.

With joy each Briton doth exclaim,

Both far and near across the main,

Victoria we now proclaim

The Royal Queen of England;

Long may she live, and happy be,

Adorn’d with robes of royalty,

With blessings from her subjects free,

While she is Queen of England.

Of all the flowers, &c.

In every town and village gay,The bells shall ring, and music play,Upon her Coronation-day,Victoria, Queen of England.While her affections we do win,And every day fresh blessings bring,Ladies, help me for to singVictoria, Queen of England.Of all the flowers, &c.

In every town and village gay,

The bells shall ring, and music play,

Upon her Coronation-day,

Victoria, Queen of England.

While her affections we do win,

And every day fresh blessings bring,

Ladies, help me for to sing

Victoria, Queen of England.

Of all the flowers, &c.

W. & T. Fordyce, Printers, 48, Dean Street, Newcastle.

Arouse! arouse! all Britain’s isle,This day shall all the nation smile,And blessings await on us the while,Now she’s crown’d Queen of England—Victoria, star of the Brunswick line,Long may she like a meteor shine,And bless her subjects with her smile,Victoria, Queen of England.Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,And bless thy name in every clime—In unison we all combineTo hail the Queen of England.Chorus—Then hail, Victoria! Royal Maid,For it never shall be said,Thy subjects ever were afraidTo guard the Queen of England.Thy lovely form, with smiles so gay,Just like the sun’s meridian ray,Shall cheer thy subjects on their way,Whilst thou art Queen of England.Whilst thou the sceptre still dost sway,Britannia’s sons, cheerful and gay,Shall bless thy Coronation-day,Victoria, Queen of England.Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,And bless thy name in every clime—In unison we all combineTo hail the Queen of England.Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c.From every clime, from every shore,All nations shall their treasures pour,In humble tribute to our shore,Victoria, Queen of England.Then may Heaven, with its smiles divine,This day upon Victoria shine,And a thousand blessings attend the reignOf Victoria, Queen of England.Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,And bless thy name in every clime—In unison we all combineTo hail the Queen of England.Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c.There is Portugal, and likewise Spain,Each govern’d by a youthful Queen,But of all the Sov’reigns to be seen,None like the Queen of England:Her virtues are so very rare,The poor shall ever be her care,And all her generous bounty share,Victoria, Queen of England.Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,And bless thy name in every clime—In unison we all combine,To hail the Queen of England.Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c.All hail her Coronation-day,Long o’er us may she bear the sway,And all her subjects still shall say,God bless the Queen of England.Then Britons join both hand and heart,That Heaven may all its joys impart,And still protect and ever guardVictoria, Queen of England.Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,And bless thy name in every clime—In unison we all combineTo hail the Queen of England.Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c.T.H.

Arouse! arouse! all Britain’s isle,

This day shall all the nation smile,

And blessings await on us the while,

Now she’s crown’d Queen of England—

Victoria, star of the Brunswick line,

Long may she like a meteor shine,

And bless her subjects with her smile,

Victoria, Queen of England.

Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,And bless thy name in every clime—In unison we all combineTo hail the Queen of England.

Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,

And bless thy name in every clime—

In unison we all combine

To hail the Queen of England.

Chorus—Then hail, Victoria! Royal Maid,For it never shall be said,Thy subjects ever were afraidTo guard the Queen of England.

Chorus—Then hail, Victoria! Royal Maid,

For it never shall be said,

Thy subjects ever were afraid

To guard the Queen of England.

Thy lovely form, with smiles so gay,Just like the sun’s meridian ray,Shall cheer thy subjects on their way,Whilst thou art Queen of England.Whilst thou the sceptre still dost sway,Britannia’s sons, cheerful and gay,Shall bless thy Coronation-day,Victoria, Queen of England.

Thy lovely form, with smiles so gay,

Just like the sun’s meridian ray,

Shall cheer thy subjects on their way,

Whilst thou art Queen of England.

Whilst thou the sceptre still dost sway,

Britannia’s sons, cheerful and gay,

Shall bless thy Coronation-day,

Victoria, Queen of England.

Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,And bless thy name in every clime—In unison we all combineTo hail the Queen of England.Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c.

Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,

And bless thy name in every clime—

In unison we all combine

To hail the Queen of England.

Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c.

From every clime, from every shore,All nations shall their treasures pour,In humble tribute to our shore,Victoria, Queen of England.Then may Heaven, with its smiles divine,This day upon Victoria shine,And a thousand blessings attend the reignOf Victoria, Queen of England.

From every clime, from every shore,

All nations shall their treasures pour,

In humble tribute to our shore,

Victoria, Queen of England.

Then may Heaven, with its smiles divine,

This day upon Victoria shine,

And a thousand blessings attend the reign

Of Victoria, Queen of England.

Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,And bless thy name in every clime—In unison we all combineTo hail the Queen of England.Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c.

Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,

And bless thy name in every clime—

In unison we all combine

To hail the Queen of England.

Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c.

There is Portugal, and likewise Spain,Each govern’d by a youthful Queen,But of all the Sov’reigns to be seen,None like the Queen of England:Her virtues are so very rare,The poor shall ever be her care,And all her generous bounty share,Victoria, Queen of England.

There is Portugal, and likewise Spain,

Each govern’d by a youthful Queen,

But of all the Sov’reigns to be seen,

None like the Queen of England:

Her virtues are so very rare,

The poor shall ever be her care,

And all her generous bounty share,

Victoria, Queen of England.

Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,And bless thy name in every clime—In unison we all combine,To hail the Queen of England.Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c.

Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,

And bless thy name in every clime—

In unison we all combine,

To hail the Queen of England.

Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c.

All hail her Coronation-day,Long o’er us may she bear the sway,And all her subjects still shall say,God bless the Queen of England.Then Britons join both hand and heart,That Heaven may all its joys impart,And still protect and ever guardVictoria, Queen of England.

All hail her Coronation-day,

Long o’er us may she bear the sway,

And all her subjects still shall say,

God bless the Queen of England.

Then Britons join both hand and heart,

That Heaven may all its joys impart,

And still protect and ever guard

Victoria, Queen of England.

Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,And bless thy name in every clime—In unison we all combineTo hail the Queen of England.Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c.

Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join,

And bless thy name in every clime—

In unison we all combine

To hail the Queen of England.

Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c.

T.H.

W. & T. Fordyce, Printers, 48, Dean Street, Newcastle. Sold also at No. 42, Myton Gate, Hull.

You’ve heard of Sailor Jack, no doubt,Who found our good King William out—To Windsor Castle, too, he’d been,A visiting the King and Queen.Ri tooral, &c.Now Jack, who’d travell’d far away,Returned to port the other day—He turn’d his bacca o’er and o’er,For he found the Sailor King no more.Ri tooral, &c.“Shiver my timbers! here’s a breeze!We’ve got a woman now to please—So straight to London I must go,To see who’s got the craft in tow.Ri tooral, &c.Then to the palace soon he came—He’d got no card, but sent his name.“Go back,” said they, “she won’t see you!”Said Jack—“No damme if I do!”Ri tooral, &c.“Stand back, you lubbers! not see me,The friend of his late Majesty?”He floor’d them all, sprung o’er the stairAnd got where the court assembled were.Ri tooral, &c.They in amazement view’d the scene—Says Jack, “I want to see the Queen!”When smiling, seated from afar,Says she—“Well, here I am, old tar.”Ri tooral, &c.“All right!” says Jack on hearing this,“I’ve come here just to warn you, Miss,Don’t you by courtier sharks be led—For, d’ye see, I likes yourFigure HeadRi tooral, &c.“Don’t fear me, Jack—it’s true, indeed,but I’m British-born, and take good heed;And if against my peace they strike,I’ll give ’em, Jack, what they wo’n’t like.”Ri tooral, &c.“Hurrah!” says Jack, “your Majesty!Just like your noble family!You knows what’s what, and I’ll repeatWhat you have said to all the fleet.”Ri tooral, &c.“I like your manners,” answered she,“An admiral you soon shall be.”The lords in waiting there, said “No!”The Queen—“Why, can’t I make him so?”Ri tooral, &c.“You jealous swabs, what are you at?I knows I am too old for that—So one request instead I’ll make.Off pigtail you’ll the duty take.”Ri tooral, &c.The Queen, who quite enjoyed the fun,Soon promised Jack it should be done,Says he, “I’ve one thing more, and ’tis,To ax you how your mother is?”Ri tooral, &c.“Why, hark ye, Jack,” the Queen replied,“The old ’un’s still her country’s pride.”“She is—and if you’ll view my ship,”Says Jack, “for both I’ll stand some flip.”Ri tooral, &c.Then to his messmates soon he hied,“I’ve seen her—it’s all right,” he cried,“I’ll prove to you she’s wide awake—She’s a trim built craft, and no mistake.”Ri tooral, &c.They ordered grog to crown the scene,And drank—“The Navy and the Queen!”Says Jack, “our toast shall ever be,‘God bless her gracious majesty!’”Ri tooral, &c.

You’ve heard of Sailor Jack, no doubt,Who found our good King William out—To Windsor Castle, too, he’d been,A visiting the King and Queen.Ri tooral, &c.

You’ve heard of Sailor Jack, no doubt,

Who found our good King William out—

To Windsor Castle, too, he’d been,

A visiting the King and Queen.

Ri tooral, &c.

Now Jack, who’d travell’d far away,Returned to port the other day—He turn’d his bacca o’er and o’er,For he found the Sailor King no more.Ri tooral, &c.

Now Jack, who’d travell’d far away,

Returned to port the other day—

He turn’d his bacca o’er and o’er,

For he found the Sailor King no more.

Ri tooral, &c.

“Shiver my timbers! here’s a breeze!We’ve got a woman now to please—So straight to London I must go,To see who’s got the craft in tow.Ri tooral, &c.

“Shiver my timbers! here’s a breeze!

We’ve got a woman now to please—

So straight to London I must go,

To see who’s got the craft in tow.

Ri tooral, &c.

Then to the palace soon he came—He’d got no card, but sent his name.“Go back,” said they, “she won’t see you!”Said Jack—“No damme if I do!”Ri tooral, &c.

Then to the palace soon he came—

He’d got no card, but sent his name.

“Go back,” said they, “she won’t see you!”

Said Jack—“No damme if I do!”

Ri tooral, &c.

“Stand back, you lubbers! not see me,The friend of his late Majesty?”He floor’d them all, sprung o’er the stairAnd got where the court assembled were.Ri tooral, &c.

“Stand back, you lubbers! not see me,

The friend of his late Majesty?”

He floor’d them all, sprung o’er the stair

And got where the court assembled were.

Ri tooral, &c.

They in amazement view’d the scene—Says Jack, “I want to see the Queen!”When smiling, seated from afar,Says she—“Well, here I am, old tar.”Ri tooral, &c.

They in amazement view’d the scene—

Says Jack, “I want to see the Queen!”

When smiling, seated from afar,

Says she—“Well, here I am, old tar.”

Ri tooral, &c.

“All right!” says Jack on hearing this,“I’ve come here just to warn you, Miss,Don’t you by courtier sharks be led—For, d’ye see, I likes yourFigure HeadRi tooral, &c.

“All right!” says Jack on hearing this,

“I’ve come here just to warn you, Miss,

Don’t you by courtier sharks be led—

For, d’ye see, I likes yourFigure Head

Ri tooral, &c.

“Don’t fear me, Jack—it’s true, indeed,but I’m British-born, and take good heed;And if against my peace they strike,I’ll give ’em, Jack, what they wo’n’t like.”Ri tooral, &c.

“Don’t fear me, Jack—it’s true, indeed,

but I’m British-born, and take good heed;

And if against my peace they strike,

I’ll give ’em, Jack, what they wo’n’t like.”

Ri tooral, &c.

“Hurrah!” says Jack, “your Majesty!Just like your noble family!You knows what’s what, and I’ll repeatWhat you have said to all the fleet.”Ri tooral, &c.

“Hurrah!” says Jack, “your Majesty!

Just like your noble family!

You knows what’s what, and I’ll repeat

What you have said to all the fleet.”

Ri tooral, &c.

“I like your manners,” answered she,“An admiral you soon shall be.”The lords in waiting there, said “No!”The Queen—“Why, can’t I make him so?”Ri tooral, &c.

“I like your manners,” answered she,

“An admiral you soon shall be.”

The lords in waiting there, said “No!”

The Queen—“Why, can’t I make him so?”

Ri tooral, &c.

“You jealous swabs, what are you at?I knows I am too old for that—So one request instead I’ll make.Off pigtail you’ll the duty take.”Ri tooral, &c.

“You jealous swabs, what are you at?

I knows I am too old for that—

So one request instead I’ll make.

Off pigtail you’ll the duty take.”

Ri tooral, &c.

The Queen, who quite enjoyed the fun,Soon promised Jack it should be done,Says he, “I’ve one thing more, and ’tis,To ax you how your mother is?”Ri tooral, &c.

The Queen, who quite enjoyed the fun,

Soon promised Jack it should be done,

Says he, “I’ve one thing more, and ’tis,

To ax you how your mother is?”

Ri tooral, &c.

“Why, hark ye, Jack,” the Queen replied,“The old ’un’s still her country’s pride.”“She is—and if you’ll view my ship,”Says Jack, “for both I’ll stand some flip.”Ri tooral, &c.

“Why, hark ye, Jack,” the Queen replied,

“The old ’un’s still her country’s pride.”

“She is—and if you’ll view my ship,”

Says Jack, “for both I’ll stand some flip.”

Ri tooral, &c.

Then to his messmates soon he hied,“I’ve seen her—it’s all right,” he cried,“I’ll prove to you she’s wide awake—She’s a trim built craft, and no mistake.”Ri tooral, &c.

Then to his messmates soon he hied,

“I’ve seen her—it’s all right,” he cried,

“I’ll prove to you she’s wide awake—

She’s a trim built craft, and no mistake.”

Ri tooral, &c.

They ordered grog to crown the scene,And drank—“The Navy and the Queen!”Says Jack, “our toast shall ever be,‘God bless her gracious majesty!’”Ri tooral, &c.

They ordered grog to crown the scene,

And drank—“The Navy and the Queen!”

Says Jack, “our toast shall ever be,

‘God bless her gracious majesty!’”

Ri tooral, &c.

A subject I want for a song, do you see,So Her Majesty, look ye, my subject shall be;Nay, there I am wrong, so my muse here avers,My“subject” she can’t be because I amher’s!Forgive me I beg, if with words I do play,And “hear a plain man in his own queer plain way,”And still to my errors in mercy pray lean,While the wedding I sing of our glorious Queen!Our cups to the dregs in a health let us drain,And wish them a long and a prosperous reign;Like good loyal subjects in loud chorus singVictoria’s wedding with Albert her King.Many suitors the Queen’s had of class, clime, and creed,But each failed to make an impression, indeed;For, for Albert of Coburg the rest off she packs—Thus “giving thebageach” and keeping the “Saxe!”A fortunate fellow he is, all must say,And right well hiscardshe has managed to play;Thegamehe has won, and no wonder, I ween,When he play’d “speculation” and turn’d up “The Queen.”Our cups to the dregs, &c., &c.A hundred thousand a year he may getFor taking the Queen, which is something to wit;Imyself had “propos’d,” had I known it that’s flat,For I’d willingly take her for much less than that.Even yet, if Her Majestyshouldchance to scoffAt the bargain she’s made, and the matter break off,I’ll instantly seek her, and lay my mind down,And offer to take her at just—half-a-crown!Our cups to the dregs, &c., &c.Since the Queen did herself for a husband “propose,”The ladies will all do the same, I suppose;Their days of subserviency now will be past,For all will “speak first” as they always didlast!Since the Queen has no equal, “obey” none she need,So, of course, at the altar, from such vow she’s freed;And the women will all follow suit, so they say—“Love, honour,” they’ll promise, but never—“obey.”Our cups to the dregs, &c., &c.“Those will now wed who ne’er wedded before—Those who always wedded will now wed the more;”Clerks will no time have to lunch, dine, or sup,And parsons just now will begin tolook up!To churches, indeed, this will be a God-send,Goldsmiths be selling offrings without end;For now, you’ll not find from castle to cot,Asingleman living whomarriedis not!Our cups to the dregs, &c., &c.But hence with all quibbling, for now I’ll have done,Though all I have said has been purely in fun;May the Queen and the King shine like Venus and Mars,And heavenpreservethem without anyjars!Like Danae of old may we see it plain,’Till time is no more, these brightsovereigns rain;May pleasure and joy through their lives know no bounds,So let’s give them atoast, and make itthree rounds.Our cups to the dregs, &c., &c.

A subject I want for a song, do you see,

So Her Majesty, look ye, my subject shall be;

Nay, there I am wrong, so my muse here avers,

My“subject” she can’t be because I amher’s!

Forgive me I beg, if with words I do play,

And “hear a plain man in his own queer plain way,”

And still to my errors in mercy pray lean,

While the wedding I sing of our glorious Queen!

Our cups to the dregs in a health let us drain,And wish them a long and a prosperous reign;Like good loyal subjects in loud chorus singVictoria’s wedding with Albert her King.

Our cups to the dregs in a health let us drain,

And wish them a long and a prosperous reign;

Like good loyal subjects in loud chorus sing

Victoria’s wedding with Albert her King.

Many suitors the Queen’s had of class, clime, and creed,But each failed to make an impression, indeed;For, for Albert of Coburg the rest off she packs—Thus “giving thebageach” and keeping the “Saxe!”A fortunate fellow he is, all must say,And right well hiscardshe has managed to play;Thegamehe has won, and no wonder, I ween,When he play’d “speculation” and turn’d up “The Queen.”

Many suitors the Queen’s had of class, clime, and creed,

But each failed to make an impression, indeed;

For, for Albert of Coburg the rest off she packs—

Thus “giving thebageach” and keeping the “Saxe!”

A fortunate fellow he is, all must say,

And right well hiscardshe has managed to play;

Thegamehe has won, and no wonder, I ween,

When he play’d “speculation” and turn’d up “The Queen.”

Our cups to the dregs, &c., &c.

A hundred thousand a year he may getFor taking the Queen, which is something to wit;Imyself had “propos’d,” had I known it that’s flat,For I’d willingly take her for much less than that.Even yet, if Her Majestyshouldchance to scoffAt the bargain she’s made, and the matter break off,I’ll instantly seek her, and lay my mind down,And offer to take her at just—half-a-crown!

A hundred thousand a year he may get

For taking the Queen, which is something to wit;

Imyself had “propos’d,” had I known it that’s flat,

For I’d willingly take her for much less than that.

Even yet, if Her Majestyshouldchance to scoff

At the bargain she’s made, and the matter break off,

I’ll instantly seek her, and lay my mind down,

And offer to take her at just—half-a-crown!

Our cups to the dregs, &c., &c.

Since the Queen did herself for a husband “propose,”The ladies will all do the same, I suppose;Their days of subserviency now will be past,For all will “speak first” as they always didlast!Since the Queen has no equal, “obey” none she need,So, of course, at the altar, from such vow she’s freed;And the women will all follow suit, so they say—“Love, honour,” they’ll promise, but never—“obey.”

Since the Queen did herself for a husband “propose,”

The ladies will all do the same, I suppose;

Their days of subserviency now will be past,

For all will “speak first” as they always didlast!

Since the Queen has no equal, “obey” none she need,

So, of course, at the altar, from such vow she’s freed;

And the women will all follow suit, so they say—

“Love, honour,” they’ll promise, but never—“obey.”

Our cups to the dregs, &c., &c.

“Those will now wed who ne’er wedded before—Those who always wedded will now wed the more;”Clerks will no time have to lunch, dine, or sup,And parsons just now will begin tolook up!To churches, indeed, this will be a God-send,Goldsmiths be selling offrings without end;For now, you’ll not find from castle to cot,Asingleman living whomarriedis not!

“Those will now wed who ne’er wedded before—

Those who always wedded will now wed the more;”

Clerks will no time have to lunch, dine, or sup,

And parsons just now will begin tolook up!

To churches, indeed, this will be a God-send,

Goldsmiths be selling offrings without end;

For now, you’ll not find from castle to cot,

Asingleman living whomarriedis not!

Our cups to the dregs, &c., &c.

But hence with all quibbling, for now I’ll have done,Though all I have said has been purely in fun;May the Queen and the King shine like Venus and Mars,And heavenpreservethem without anyjars!Like Danae of old may we see it plain,’Till time is no more, these brightsovereigns rain;May pleasure and joy through their lives know no bounds,So let’s give them atoast, and make itthree rounds.

But hence with all quibbling, for now I’ll have done,

Though all I have said has been purely in fun;

May the Queen and the King shine like Venus and Mars,

And heavenpreservethem without anyjars!

Like Danae of old may we see it plain,

’Till time is no more, these brightsovereigns rain;

May pleasure and joy through their lives know no bounds,

So let’s give them atoast, and make itthree rounds.

Our cups to the dregs, &c., &c.

About six o’clock on Wednesday evening the Queen and Prince Albert left Buckingham Palace by the garden gate opening upon Constitution hill. Her Majesty and the Prince were seated in a very low German drotschky followed by the equerries in waiting, Colonel Buckley and Sir Edward Bowater, and the usual attendants. A number of respectable people had assembled outside the gate to witness her departure, and were ranged in two lines to admit of the carriages passing through. After the carriage had issued from the gate, and had proceeded some short distance up Constitution hill, so as to be quite clear of the crowd, a young man, who it is said had come from the Green park, and was standing with his back to the railings, presented a pistol and fired it directly, either at Her Majesty or Prince Albert, there being no person between him and the carriage. The Prince, who, it would seem, had heard the whistling of the ball, turned his head in the direction from which the report came, and Her Majesty at the same instant rose up in the carriage, but Prince Albert as suddenly pulled her down by his side. The man then drew from behind his back a second pistol, which he discharged after the second carriage, which proceeding at the ordinary pace, had by that time passed him a little. The reports of both pistols were very loud, and at the discharge of the second several of the female spectators screamed loudly. Several persons rushed towards the perpetrator of this gross outrage, and he was immediately seized, first by a person having the appearance of a labouring man, and then by Mr. Beckham, one of the Queen’s pages, and another bystander, by whom he was handed over to two of the metropolitan police, who conveyed him to the Queen square Police Court. By some it is alleged that the miscreant stood with his arms folded, apparently waiting for the arrival of the carriage; others state that he was crouching down, as if endeavouring to escape observation; and, after firing the first shot, he changed the second pistol into his right hand in order to fire it. The discharge of the pistols and the seizure of the offender scarcely occupied a minute. Her Majesty’s carriage sustained no delay, and moved on up Constitution hill at the usual pace, and by half-past six had arrived at the Duchess of Kent’s Ingestrie-house, Belgrave-square, where her Majesty stopped for a short time, but neither her appearance nor that of Prince Albert evinced any inclination of alarm or excitement at the deadly attack from which they had so providentially escaped.

The name of the ruffian who has been guilty of this atrocious attack is Edward Oxford; his address is No. 6, West-street, West-square, and he is said to be a servant out of place. His appearance is that of a mechanic, from 18 to 20 years of age, and rather below the middle height. We have been informed that on searching him a list of the names of twenty-six individuals was found, which he admitted that he had intended to have burnt or destroyed, and some circumstance has transpired which leads to a belief that the persons whose names are contained in the list above-mentioned are in some way connected with the prisoner for some sinister purpose. On searching his lodgings a sword was also found, and some crape arranged for the purpose of being worn on a hat or cap in such a way as to conceal the face of the wearer, and the crape is also stated to be folded in a peculiar manner, so that the crape which was intended for the prisoner would distinguish him from the rest of the gang with which it is said he is connected, and who were to be similarly disguised.

We have also heard that on being taken to the police-station the following conversation took place:—

“What are you?—I have been brought up to the bar.

“Do you mean to say as a lawyer?—No; to the bar, to draw porter.

“Are you a pot-boy?—No, I’m above that.

“Are you a publican?—No, I’m not so high as that.”

We cannot vouch for the authenticity of this conversation, but merely give it as it reached us. The conduct of the prisoner throughout his examination manifested great self-possession.

The pistols are described as small pistols of Birmingham manufacture, rather well finished. They were loaded with balls, one of which struck the wall opposite to where the prisoner stood, and the other ball is said to have lodged in one of the trees.

The charge against the prisoner entered on the charge sheet is—“With maliciously and unlawfully discharging two pistols at Her Majesty and Prince Albert on Constitution-hill.”

[London: Printed by J. Wilson, New Cut.

BIRTH OF A PRINCESS.

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!!!

At ten minutes before two yesterday afternoon, her Majesty wassafely delivered of a Daughter. The Queen, we rejoice to say, is, to all appearance, as well as her subjects can desire, and that the illustrious infant bids fair for life.

At five-and-twenty minutes to three a royal salute from the Tower and other guns announced the joyous intelligence to her Majesty’s subjects in the metropolis.

Her Majesty’s marriage, it will be remembered, took place on Monday, the 10th of February, nine months and eleven days since.

The Lord Chancellor was presiding in his Court with the intention of pronouncing some judgments, but he instantly locked up his papers and repaired to Buckingham Palace, as his presence is officially required on these occasions.

“EXTRAORDINARY GAZETTE,“Saturday, Nov. 21, 1840,“Buckingham Palace, Nov. 21.“This afternoon, at ten minutes before two, the Queen was happily delivered of a Princess, His Royal Highness Prince Albert, Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent, several Lords of Her Majesty’s Most Honourable Privy Council, and the Ladies of Her Majesty’s Bed-chamber being present.‘This great and important news was immediately made known to the Town, by the firing of the Tower guns; and the Privy Council being assembled as soon as possible thereupon, at the Council Chamber, Whitehall, it was ordered that a Form of Thanksgiving for the Queen’s safe delivery of a Princess be prepared by his Grace the Archbishop of Canterbury, to be used in all churches and chapels throughout England and Wales, and the town of Berwick-upon-Tweed, on Sunday the 29th of November, or the Sunday after the respective ministers shall receive the same.“Her Majesty and the young Princess are, God be praised, both doing well.”

“EXTRAORDINARY GAZETTE,

“Saturday, Nov. 21, 1840,

“Buckingham Palace, Nov. 21.

“This afternoon, at ten minutes before two, the Queen was happily delivered of a Princess, His Royal Highness Prince Albert, Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent, several Lords of Her Majesty’s Most Honourable Privy Council, and the Ladies of Her Majesty’s Bed-chamber being present.

‘This great and important news was immediately made known to the Town, by the firing of the Tower guns; and the Privy Council being assembled as soon as possible thereupon, at the Council Chamber, Whitehall, it was ordered that a Form of Thanksgiving for the Queen’s safe delivery of a Princess be prepared by his Grace the Archbishop of Canterbury, to be used in all churches and chapels throughout England and Wales, and the town of Berwick-upon-Tweed, on Sunday the 29th of November, or the Sunday after the respective ministers shall receive the same.

“Her Majesty and the young Princess are, God be praised, both doing well.”

The following official bulletin was issued during the afternoon, a copy of which was forwarded to the Lord Mayor:—

“Buckingham Palace, Nov. 21, 1840.“Quarter-past Three o’clock.“The Queen was safely delivered of a Princess this afternoon at ten minutes before two o’clock.“Her Majesty and the Royal Infant are both doing well.(Signed)“James Clark, M.D.“Charles Locock, M.D.“Robert Ferguson, M.D.“R. Blagden.

“Buckingham Palace, Nov. 21, 1840.

“Quarter-past Three o’clock.

“The Queen was safely delivered of a Princess this afternoon at ten minutes before two o’clock.

“Her Majesty and the Royal Infant are both doing well.

(Signed)

“James Clark, M.D.

“Charles Locock, M.D.

“Robert Ferguson, M.D.

“R. Blagden.

Of course you’ve heard the welcome news,Or you must be a gaby,That England’s glorious Queen has gotAt last a little baby?A boy we wanted—’tis a girl!Thus all our our hopes that wereTo have anheir unto the Throne,Are allthrown to the air!How could folks think she’d have a boy?To me it seem’d all fun—For in a dark NovemberfogWe seldom havea sun!Yet after all I’m wrong myselfTo reason so, perhaps,For we all know what winter isThe time for havingCHAPS.Doctors Locock, Blagden, Clark,They made the greatdiskivery,And having brought the goods to town,Were “paid upon delivery!”Prince Albert for a nurse sent off,To tend his babe and spouse—One living at theIsle of Wight,Asmilk is best fromCowes!From eve till morn, from morn till eve,The pretty infant prattles,Gives hope strong of life being leng,Though oft it has theRATTLES!These sprigs of royalty may soonBe plentiful as sermons—Prince Albert possibly may haveA lot of thesesmall Germans!John Bull must handsomely come downWith something every year,And he may truly to the child,Say, “You’rea little dear!”Sad thoughts will fill his head whene’erHe hears the infant rave,Because when hearing awight squallIt brings anotion grave!Howe’er let’s give the Princess joy,Though now’s her happiest lot,For sorrow tends apalacemoreThan e’er it does acot!If in some years a son appears,Her claim to rule were vain,And being near thecourtshe’ll haveTostand out of theREIGN!

Of course you’ve heard the welcome news,

Or you must be a gaby,

That England’s glorious Queen has got

At last a little baby?

A boy we wanted—’tis a girl!

Thus all our our hopes that were

To have anheir unto the Throne,

Are allthrown to the air!

How could folks think she’d have a boy?To me it seem’d all fun—For in a dark NovemberfogWe seldom havea sun!Yet after all I’m wrong myselfTo reason so, perhaps,For we all know what winter isThe time for havingCHAPS.

How could folks think she’d have a boy?

To me it seem’d all fun—

For in a dark Novemberfog

We seldom havea sun!

Yet after all I’m wrong myself

To reason so, perhaps,

For we all know what winter is

The time for havingCHAPS.

Doctors Locock, Blagden, Clark,They made the greatdiskivery,And having brought the goods to town,Were “paid upon delivery!”Prince Albert for a nurse sent off,To tend his babe and spouse—One living at theIsle of Wight,Asmilk is best fromCowes!

Doctors Locock, Blagden, Clark,

They made the greatdiskivery,

And having brought the goods to town,

Were “paid upon delivery!”

Prince Albert for a nurse sent off,

To tend his babe and spouse—

One living at theIsle of Wight,

Asmilk is best fromCowes!

From eve till morn, from morn till eve,The pretty infant prattles,Gives hope strong of life being leng,Though oft it has theRATTLES!These sprigs of royalty may soonBe plentiful as sermons—Prince Albert possibly may haveA lot of thesesmall Germans!

From eve till morn, from morn till eve,

The pretty infant prattles,

Gives hope strong of life being leng,

Though oft it has theRATTLES!

These sprigs of royalty may soon

Be plentiful as sermons—

Prince Albert possibly may have

A lot of thesesmall Germans!

John Bull must handsomely come downWith something every year,And he may truly to the child,Say, “You’rea little dear!”Sad thoughts will fill his head whene’erHe hears the infant rave,Because when hearing awight squallIt brings anotion grave!

John Bull must handsomely come down

With something every year,

And he may truly to the child,

Say, “You’rea little dear!”

Sad thoughts will fill his head whene’er

He hears the infant rave,

Because when hearing awight squall

It brings anotion grave!

Howe’er let’s give the Princess joy,Though now’s her happiest lot,For sorrow tends apalacemoreThan e’er it does acot!If in some years a son appears,Her claim to rule were vain,And being near thecourtshe’ll haveTostand out of theREIGN!

Howe’er let’s give the Princess joy,

Though now’s her happiest lot,

For sorrow tends apalacemore

Than e’er it does acot!

If in some years a son appears,

Her claim to rule were vain,

And being near thecourtshe’ll have

Tostand out of theREIGN!

Quick, Printer, 42, Bowling Green Lane, Clerkenwell, and at 8, Little Paternoster Row, Spitalfields.

London, November 21st, 1840.Come all good people list to me,I will tell you of a jovial spree,News from London has come down,That a young princess has come to town.CHORUS.What a bother in the palace,In the month of November,Such a bother in the palaceYou never did see.Now all those things, as I heard say,The Queen did want upon that day,Night-caps, gowns, frocks, and frills,And old John Bull must pay the bills.I must get all things I can,A child’s chair and a small brown pan,Nine hundred and forty gallons of rum,And a sponge to wash her little bum.A great deal of money I want,You must put it down to my account,Tops and bottoms, and sugar plums,And a ring to rub her little gums.I want a copper to make pap in,And fifty-three dozen of napkins,And when she’s christened, oh, dear me!Wont we have a jovial spree.I cannot help thinking, oh, what fussThere was in calling in the nurse,Run for a napkin, open the door,The child has dirtied on the floor.At three months old she’ll learn to walk,Italian, Dutch, and Spanish, talk,She’ll jump Jim Crow and catch the flies,We’ll whip her bottom if she cries.When Albert and I goes out to ride,We’ll have our darling by our side,And on her head we’ll place a crown,I’ll beat her well if she wets my gown.At the christening we’ll have such joys,Sour crout, palonies, and saveloys,There’ll be all my friends from Germany,Coburghs and all the bugs to tea.When she was born there was a pull,On the purse of old John Bull,With fair promises, I will be bound,They’ll coax him out of ten thousand pounds.There was such work I do suppose,For to put on the baby’s clothes,Oh, nurse, look here, how very silly,You’ve run a pin in the little girl’s belly.God bless the Queen, we wish her joy,And may the next one be a boy,And if they both should crave for moreLet’s hope they will have half-a-score.

London, November 21st, 1840.

Come all good people list to me,I will tell you of a jovial spree,News from London has come down,That a young princess has come to town.

Come all good people list to me,

I will tell you of a jovial spree,

News from London has come down,

That a young princess has come to town.

CHORUS.

What a bother in the palace,In the month of November,Such a bother in the palaceYou never did see.

What a bother in the palace,

In the month of November,

Such a bother in the palace

You never did see.

Now all those things, as I heard say,The Queen did want upon that day,Night-caps, gowns, frocks, and frills,And old John Bull must pay the bills.

Now all those things, as I heard say,

The Queen did want upon that day,

Night-caps, gowns, frocks, and frills,

And old John Bull must pay the bills.

I must get all things I can,A child’s chair and a small brown pan,Nine hundred and forty gallons of rum,And a sponge to wash her little bum.

I must get all things I can,

A child’s chair and a small brown pan,

Nine hundred and forty gallons of rum,

And a sponge to wash her little bum.

A great deal of money I want,You must put it down to my account,Tops and bottoms, and sugar plums,And a ring to rub her little gums.

A great deal of money I want,

You must put it down to my account,

Tops and bottoms, and sugar plums,

And a ring to rub her little gums.

I want a copper to make pap in,And fifty-three dozen of napkins,And when she’s christened, oh, dear me!Wont we have a jovial spree.

I want a copper to make pap in,

And fifty-three dozen of napkins,

And when she’s christened, oh, dear me!

Wont we have a jovial spree.

I cannot help thinking, oh, what fussThere was in calling in the nurse,Run for a napkin, open the door,The child has dirtied on the floor.

I cannot help thinking, oh, what fuss

There was in calling in the nurse,

Run for a napkin, open the door,

The child has dirtied on the floor.

At three months old she’ll learn to walk,Italian, Dutch, and Spanish, talk,She’ll jump Jim Crow and catch the flies,We’ll whip her bottom if she cries.

At three months old she’ll learn to walk,

Italian, Dutch, and Spanish, talk,

She’ll jump Jim Crow and catch the flies,

We’ll whip her bottom if she cries.

When Albert and I goes out to ride,We’ll have our darling by our side,And on her head we’ll place a crown,I’ll beat her well if she wets my gown.

When Albert and I goes out to ride,

We’ll have our darling by our side,

And on her head we’ll place a crown,

I’ll beat her well if she wets my gown.

At the christening we’ll have such joys,Sour crout, palonies, and saveloys,There’ll be all my friends from Germany,Coburghs and all the bugs to tea.

At the christening we’ll have such joys,

Sour crout, palonies, and saveloys,

There’ll be all my friends from Germany,

Coburghs and all the bugs to tea.

When she was born there was a pull,On the purse of old John Bull,With fair promises, I will be bound,They’ll coax him out of ten thousand pounds.

When she was born there was a pull,

On the purse of old John Bull,

With fair promises, I will be bound,

They’ll coax him out of ten thousand pounds.

There was such work I do suppose,For to put on the baby’s clothes,Oh, nurse, look here, how very silly,You’ve run a pin in the little girl’s belly.

There was such work I do suppose,

For to put on the baby’s clothes,

Oh, nurse, look here, how very silly,

You’ve run a pin in the little girl’s belly.

God bless the Queen, we wish her joy,And may the next one be a boy,And if they both should crave for moreLet’s hope they will have half-a-score.

God bless the Queen, we wish her joy,

And may the next one be a boy,

And if they both should crave for more

Let’s hope they will have half-a-score.

Whilst the bright star of glory in Liberty’s rays,Over the face of Great Britain resplendently shines,Where’s the power upon earth can Victoria dismay,Whilst her true British Subjects together combine.Huzza, may the Queen live for ever, &c.,Shall we ever see her like, no never;Here’s her health in a bumper of wine.Let the voice of her people re-echo the strain,And her fame thro’ the trumpet extend thro’ the World,May the sun over her throne ever shed its bright rays,While her Banners of Justice and Mercy’s unfurl’d.We’ll sing, too, in praise of Old England our Isle,Who hath succour’d all Nations imploring her aid,May that Omniscient Eye look down with a smile,On our Queen and all who at her Mercy are laid.

Whilst the bright star of glory in Liberty’s rays,

Over the face of Great Britain resplendently shines,

Where’s the power upon earth can Victoria dismay,

Whilst her true British Subjects together combine.

Huzza, may the Queen live for ever, &c.,Shall we ever see her like, no never;Here’s her health in a bumper of wine.

Huzza, may the Queen live for ever, &c.,

Shall we ever see her like, no never;

Here’s her health in a bumper of wine.

Let the voice of her people re-echo the strain,And her fame thro’ the trumpet extend thro’ the World,May the sun over her throne ever shed its bright rays,While her Banners of Justice and Mercy’s unfurl’d.

Let the voice of her people re-echo the strain,

And her fame thro’ the trumpet extend thro’ the World,

May the sun over her throne ever shed its bright rays,

While her Banners of Justice and Mercy’s unfurl’d.

We’ll sing, too, in praise of Old England our Isle,Who hath succour’d all Nations imploring her aid,May that Omniscient Eye look down with a smile,On our Queen and all who at her Mercy are laid.

We’ll sing, too, in praise of Old England our Isle,

Who hath succour’d all Nations imploring her aid,

May that Omniscient Eye look down with a smile,

On our Queen and all who at her Mercy are laid.

John Harkness, Printer, Preston.

THE BOY JONES AGAIN!

“What will Mrs. Grundy say—Mrs. Lilley?”

On Wednesday, shortly after 12 o’clock, the inmates of Buckingham Palace were aroused by an alarm being given that a stranger had been discovered under the sofa in her Majesty’s dressing-room. The domestics and officers of the household were immediately in motion, and it was soon ascertained that the alarm was not without foundation. The daring intruder was immediately secured, and safely handed over to the custody of the police.

The inquiry into this mysterious circumstance has created the most intense interest at Buckingham Palace and the west-end of the of the town, where the report spread with the rapidity of lightning. At first it was not generally believed, but when it was known that the prisoner was under examination at the Home Office public curiosity was at its height, and inquiries into the most minute particulars were made in every place where it was likely to obtain information respecting an event which might, under present circumstances, have been attended with most dangerous effects to the health of our beloved Queen.

Shortly after 12 o’clock one of her Majesty’s pages, attended by other domestics of the royal household, went into her Majesty’s dressing-room, which adjoins the bed-chamber in which the Queen’s accouchement took place. Whilst there they imagined that they heard a noise. A strict search was commenced, and under the sofa on which her Majesty had been sitting only about two hours before they discovered a dirty, ill-looking fellow, who was immediately dragged from his hiding-place, and given into the custody of Inspector Stead, then on duty at the Palace. The prisoner immediately underwent a strict search, but no weapon of any dangerous nature was found on his person. He was afterwards conveyed to the station in Gardener’s Lane, and handed over to Inspector Haining, of the A division of police, with instructions to keep him in safe custody until he received further orders from the Home Office. We understand that as soon as the prisoner was handed over to the police he was immediately recognised as the same person who effected such an extraordinary entrance into Buckingham Palace about two years since, for which offence he was tried at the Westminster Sessions and acquitted, the jury being of opinion that he was not right in his mind. It may here be stated that the name of the daring intruder into the abode of royalty is Edward Jones; he is 17 years of age. In person the prisoner is very short of his age, and has a most repulsive appearance; he was very meanly dressed, but affected an air of great consequence; be repeatedly requested the police to address him in a becoming manner, and to behave towards him as they ought to do to a gentleman who was anxious to make a noise in the world.

At 12 o’clock on Thursday the prisoner was brought in custody of the police to the Home Office, and shortly afterwards taken before the Council, when, we understand, he was interrogated as to his motives for such extraordinary conduct, and particularly as to the mode by which he obtained an entrance into the Palace. He (the prisoner) told their lordships that he was willing to point out to the police the way he effected an entrance, and to state all particulars. Their lordships, on this statement, directed the police immediately to convey Jones to Buckingham Palace, and obtain the information he promised to give, and adjourned the inquiry until half past two o’clock.

The prisoner was taken to the Palace, and brought back again to the Home Office at two o’clock. At half-past two the Council reassembled, when we understand the prisoner made the following extraordinary statement:—

On Monday night he scaled the wall of Buckingham Palace garden, about half-way up Constitution Hill; he then proceeded to the Palace and effected an entrance through one of the windows. He had not, however, been there long before he considered it unsafe for him to stay, as so many people were moving about, and he left by the same mode as he entered. The next day he again effected an entrance in the same manner as on the previous night; and he went on to state that he remained in the Palace the whole of Tuesday night, the whole day on Wednesday, and up till one o’clock on Thursday morning, when he was discovered under a sofa in her Majesty’s dressing-room, as above described. The prisoner pointed out all the passages and places he had gone through previous to his arrival at the room in which he was discovered, and there appears no reason to doubt his statement. The hiding place of the intruder was first discovered by one of her Majesty’s pages, and when he was asked what brought him there, he replied, that he wanted to see what was going forward in the Palace, that he might write about it, and if he was discovered he should be as well off as Oxford, who fared better in Bedlam tham he (prisoner) did out of it. He was also asked if, during the time he was in the Palace, he saw the Queen or the infant Princess, and he replied that he did not, but that he had heard a noise, which he thought came from her Majesty’s room.

Her Majesty’s page, who discovered the prisoner, and the constable who took him to the station-house, were then examined.

The Council came to the decision that, as no property or dangerous weapon was found on the prisoner, it would be better to inflict a summary punishment; and a warrant was accordingly made out, and signed by Mr. Hall, committing the prisoner to the House of Correction, Tothill Street, as a rogue and vagabond, for three months.

The prisoner was immediately afterwards conveyed in a cab to Tothill Street.

The sensation caused by the late mysterious entrance of the boy Jones into Buckingham Palace, appears to be even greater than that produced by his apprehension in the same place in December, 1838. The object which prompted so daring a proceeding is still involved in the utmost doubt; but it was not probable that it was his intention to do any personal injury to her Majesty, for had such been his purpose abundant opportunities of carrying it into effect presented themselves during his concealment in the chamber where he was secured. From a well informed source, we have heard the sofa under which Jones was found is in the ante-room in which the Princess Royal and Mrs. Lilley, her Royal Highness’s nurse, repose. On the night in question the latter had not long retired to rest ere she fancied she heard a noise similar to that likely to be caused by a person who was endeavouring to prevent his presence from being discovered, and was moving in a stealthy manner. Mrs. Lilley at first treated the matter as of no moment, thinking probably that the noise might have been imaginary. Its renewal, however, created an alarm, and she instantly summoned those of the attendants who were on guard in the adjoining ante-chamber. On their arrival the offender was quickly discovered and drawn from his place of hiding. The statement then goes on to say that her Majesty, who but three hours previously had been sitting on this particular sofa, having been disturbed by the confusion to which the event had given rise, called out and desired to be informed as to its cause. As an apprehension was, however, entertained that the sudden communication of the occurrence might be attended with an unfavourable effect on her Majesty, the attendants gave an evasive answer. The Queen repeated her command, and then the fact of the boy’s concealment and subsequent apprehension were made known to her.

The circumstances at that time appeared not to produce any very visible effect on her Majesty, but on Thursday symptoms of other than a satisfactory character were apparent. It affords us the highest gratification to be able to add that a few hours of quietude tended to the restoration of her Majesty.

It would appear that there is now no doubt but that the account given by Jones as to his having effected his entrance into the Palace by scaling the garden wall from Constitution Hill is correct. Upon being asked whether he had not met some of the attendants in the course of his progress along the corridor and staircase, he replied, “Yes,” but that, when he saw any one coming in his direction, he hid himself behind the pillars, or behind any piece of furniture which happened to be near. Hitherto he has been silent as to the motive which induced him to take so extraordinary a step as that of forcing his way a second time into the royal apartments, and when asked on Friday morning, after he had been upon the tread-wheel, how he liked his punishment, his answer was to the effect that he had got into the scrape, and must do the best he could.

There does not appear to be the slightest ground for the rumour that he is insane.

Many circumstances have transpired to show that Jones was in the Palace the whole of Wednesday. The delinquent states that during the day he secreted himself under different beds and in cupboards, until at last he obtained an entrance into the room in which he was discovered. Not much reliance can be placed in his statements, but, as such general curiosity exists on the subject, we may state that, in answer to interrogatories, he said, “that he had sat upon the throne, that he saw the Queen, and heard the Princess Royal cry.”

Prince Albert was in the room with her Majesty taking leave for the night when the miscreant was discovered under the sofa.

The fellow’s shoes were found in one of the rooms of the ground-floor. The sofa under which the boy was discovered, we understand, is one of most costly and magnificent material and workmanship, and ordered expressly for the accommodation of the royal and illustrious visitors who call to pay their respects to her Majesty.

TUNE—“Jim Crow.”

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