28 DECEMBER 1861, Page 16

MADAME ItECA.MIER. 'Twee not her beauty—though acknowledg'd queen Of a

wide empire—goodness, sweetness, truth, Unselfish clinging to the friends of youth, And that celestial patience rarely seen In worshipp'd idols. . These, and that serene And charming grace, subduing waywardness, Bettering the best, still labouring to repress Discordant elements in life's worst scene,— These were her charms, her triumphs. So the word That speaks of her bath no unmeaning sound; Nor can we deem it less than sacred ground Where, by the oppressor fear'd, the oppress'd ador'd, Her feet pass'd on, through all that awful time, Loving the sufferers and averting crime.