understand.” In speaking of the Prince of Wales says “1861 is evil for the father of the native,” Again, at page 41, he says the baneful old Saturn is creeping up the eastern horizon in Virgo.” Yes, and during the illness of the royal patient, the same harbinger of misfortune continued in the zodiacal sign Virgo, and on the very day of his death it formed a malignant square with the sun and a trine angulation with the moon. Now, if the reader will carefully note this circumstance in connection with the several extracts above given, and will bear in mind that Zadkiel’s hieroglyphic for 1861 exhibits a figure of the union jack reversed, he will, we think, have but little difficulty in arriving at a conclusion that to one philosophic mind at least was the fiat of Heaven made known, as touching this national bereavement. But should there still be a lingering doubt, let the reader turn to the Almanack of 1862, published two months prior to the melancholy event, and he will find that from the first page to the last, not a word occurs to indicate the existence of the Prince Consort, and that the same ominous silence is rendered still more significant by the figure of Brittania weeping.
Yes! Britain weeps, and our beloved Sovereign weeps for a great and irreparable loss. The tears of a sorrowing people are hers. The dismal tolling of St. Paul’s great bell and the other death-bells throughout the country, has been the faint symbol of a sympathy too deep for words or signs, and if any consolation can avail our Royal Mistress thus suffering from the greatest misfortune that can befal(sic) a woman she must feel more than ever how deeply rooted she stands in the affection of her subjects.
The Nation’s Woe.
Under this heading a second article appeared in the St. Leonards Gazette of December 28th, as follows:-
England has been smitten with the rod of affliction, and is destined, we fear, to witness the new year dawning upon her in mood and manner the reverse of happy. She has already passed through an exceptionally gloomy Christmas, and one that the nation might desire not to see its parallel for many years to come. The mistletoe and the holly have been draped with black and the joy and jollity that were wont to cheer our hearts on former occasions are sobered and saddened by the reflection of the great calamity that has befallen the nation in the loss of the ever-to-be-regretted Prince Consort. All classes, from the peasant to the peer, are animated by a common feeling of affectionate regard for the departed, and evince a sincere regret at the sudden-
