the Princess, of the houses, No. 7, 8, and 9, on the Cliff, at Southend, they are so fully met and refuted in her letter (X) that we should be doing a great injustice to say a word more upon the subject. For every thing which regards Captain Manby, we would make but one observation: annexed to the letter marked (X) the public will find the deposition of that gallant and meritorious officer: and after the direct, solemn, and positive denial which he there gives to the story told by Bidgood, we will not pay the reader so ill a compliment as to suppose he would hesitate between the parties, as to doubt for one moment to which of the two, the preference of belief is to be given. And so much for Mr. Bidgood.

The next worthy among those, whom it was made, preposterously enough, a subject of remonstrance to the Crown to have termed "suborned traducers," and whom their own shewing has proved to have acted and deposed as nearly as can well be imagined, in the same manner as suborned traducers would have done, is William Cole. This man, whose falsehood is the only consistency in his numerous depositions, is at once bold and unfortunate; he commences by a bold inference, and in the next sentence advances that which is in direct contradiction to what has been before said on the same subject by Bidgood. Bidgood observes, as the reader has seen, that Sir Sydney "might" have come in by the private door from the Park. Cole, however, says -"he "MUST" have come in from the Park. "But these worthy brethren, Castor and Pollux,

are sometimes agreed in their "facts." Take this for a specimen :

BIDGOOD." There was a private door to the Park, by which he might have come in, if he had a key to it, and have got into the Blue Room without any of the servants perceiving him.'

COLE. "He must have come in from the Park. If he had been let in from Blackheath, he must have passed through the room in which I was waiting!" To do Mr. Cole justice, however, he makes no pretensions to common honesty or common manliness. He tells a story of seeing a man about 12 o'clock, wrapped up in a great coat, enter the house from the Park. He was not at all alarmed, for he did not suppose it to be a thief. Now this is very honorable either to his courage, which never prompted him for a moment to enquire or to ascertain who or what the intruder was; or, as he had no fear, it is highly complimentary to his honest, his dutiful prudence, which, when the opportunity of detection was thus, (to believe his statement, for an instant,) in his own hands, was never tempted to intrude upon the questionable privacies of his royal mistress, whom he has since so often undergone examinations for the purposes of vilifying (so far as depended on himself;) actuated, no doubt, by the same "dutiful attachment" which has been so much vaunted by Lady Douglas. We should, how ever, forget the respect due to the reader and to ourselves, if we detained him longer upon the evidence of a man, who at the close of his depositions, makes this sort of acknowledgment;

from whence, alone, without the solemn denial of the honorable and illustrious parties themselves, it might be at once inferred what credit was to be given to his evidence. "He, Mr. (now Sir Thomas Lawrence,) has been there as late as one and two o'clock in the morning. One night I saw him with the Princess in the Blue Room, after the ladies had retired. Some time afterwards, when I supposed that he had gone to his room, I went to see that all was safe, and I found the Blue Room door locked, and heard a whispering in it, and I WENT AWAY!"

Whether most to admire the respectful propriety with which Mr. Cole withdrew, when he heard the whispering; or the extreme probability that those who had locked the door by way of precaution, should have neglected to speak sufficiently low ; or the uncommon likelihood of the Princess's choosing for the scene of her imputed amours, a room in which she was accustomed to sit every day, and which the servant was accustomed, like Mr. Cole, to visit the last thing in order to see that all was safe we profess we are at

a loss to determine.

As for the letter from her Royal Highness to the late king, dated 12th of August, 1806, and written upon the occasion of receiving the Reports of the Lords Commissioners, which ought to have been delivered on the 14th of July preceding, (a delay altogether unaccounted for,) we shall content ourselves with recommending it to the reader's most serious perusal. It bears the innate, unaffected, indisputable marks of innocence and

rectitude. The remonstrance upon certain parts of the proceedings of the Lords Commissioners, are not only just and reasonable in themselves, but are expressed in terms which speak the undisguised, and indignant feelings of a really injured woman: and if, among features of so much nobler and more grave a character, it may be permitted to remark upon the style of the composition, we should select the passage, beginning "Oh! gracious king," as one replete with pathos and natural eloquence. It is a resistless appeal to the judgment as well as to the heart, to the understanding as well as to the passions, of the good, the great, the venerable sovereign to whom it was addressed. He indeed has disappeared from a nation's eyes, which had long been deprived, while living, of the pleasure of beholding him; he has been snatched from their affectionate solicitude, of which he was unconsciousfrom their tears, which he was spared the anguish of beholding—and from their prayers, which were destined to be unavailing. But all his sorrows, -and he had many of them,-his cares,-which were thickly strewn about the royal couch,-his afflictions, and there were many, not "utter strangers to a throne" who occasioned him severe ones, all these things are now buried with him, and in the grave he has found peace and repose. There are those, indeed, who born to wield a sceptre, and called to sustain it by the voice, the wish, and the hereditary custom of a nation, are but the more persecuted as they approach that throne, the steps of which they must ascend: whose newly

descended royalty falls on them, not like the gentle dew of heaven, grateful and refreshing, nor invests them with increasing honors, as the rising sun irradiates the blushing heavens; but rather breathes upon them, (like the sultry and consuming Sirocco of the desert, destroying vegetation and human life with its parching and pestiferous heat,) the poisonous blasts of calumny and falsehood, the destroying pestilence of woman's vengeance, and the bitter and terrible curse of domestic enmity!

Upon the letter which follows, and to which we have had such frequent occasions to refer, we have much to observe; but, following the plan we have thus far adopted, it seems more advisable that we should offer our remarks, after the reader has been put in possession of the letter itself; which is, in fact, a detailed and general answer to the whole of the depositions which had been enclosed to the Princess, together with the Report of the Lords Commissioners. It will be hardly necessary, and perhaps quite unwarrantable, for us to describe what the impression was, which its perusal produced upon our minds; we shall only say, therefore, that we have no doubt whatever that it will produce an effect precisely similar upon the minds of our readers. A more defined, clear, unshrinking or vigorous defence,

we never saw.

There is not one fact, adduced by the witnesses, however unfavorable the coloring which circumstances, or the mode in which the witnesses have deposed, may have given to it, that is not