"She smoothed my pillow,"—thus does one exclaim
"My lips she moisten'd with her own right hand!—
"Choice dainties culled to sooth my languid pain,
Or, like some angel at my couch would stand!—
"Alas! no more that stately form is seen
"Moving in graceful splendour as a queen!"
With faltering accents, thus will they reply,
"She was but yesterday,—and lo! to-day
"She's summoned to the realms beyond the sky!—
"Her soul hath left its frail and earthly clay!
We, insects of a day, are left behind
SHE journeys on, to regions unconfined!
Yes, thus is Staffords' honoured lady gone
Her place is vacant, she hath passed away!—
Her seed forsaken, which was long a throne;
So much to her, the learn'd did deference pay,
A thousand sighs confirm the words I pen—
"We ne'er shall look upon her like again!"
Cossey, Nov. 29, 1832.
MONTHLY INTELLIGENCE
FOREIGN.
We take the liberty of extracting from the Directory a translation of the Encyclical Letter of his Holiness. Most of our readers will have already seen it: but still we have thought it right to give it a place in the Magazine for future reference-
POPE GREGORY XVI
Venerable Brethren,
Health and Apostolical Benediction.
We doubt not but you are surprised at not yet having received from us, since the government of the Universal Church was commitmitted to Our Humility, a Letter, in accordance with primitive usage, and with Our affection towards you. It was indeed Our most earnest desire, without delay, to lay open Our hearts to you, and in communicating Our own sentiments, to address you in language suitable to the command which We have re-
