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CAMBRIAN BALL. In aid of the funds of the Welsh Charity School, in London, a Ball was held at Almacks on Monday se'nnight. Their Royal Highnesses the Dnchess of Gloucester, Prince George, and all the elite of fashion were present. Dancing commenced at eleven o'clock, and was continued with great spirit until four. The Duchess of Northumberland, one of the mo>t active of the Lady Patronesses, had a party of six- teen yo-ing ladies in her suite, who danced a set of Qua- drilles arranged for the occasion to the most popular Welsh ait g, The display of taste and magnificence in the costumes has not been equalled at any fancy ball this season. Lady CharlotJeGiiest, and Mrs. Hall, of Llanover, appeared in real Cambrian Costumes, composed of satins manufactured on purpose for the occasion, with leeks of diamonds and enamel. The following Address to her Majesty the Queen, and the Ladies Patronesses and supporters of the Cambrian Ball," was written by Mrs. Cornwall Baron Wilson, and distributed in the rooms by Master and Miss Wilson, in the costume of a Greek boy and girl:— CAMBRIA lias claimed the Minstrel's Song, To plead her helpless Scion's cause, Amid this bright and peerless throng, Whom MERCY'S call together draws And where's the Harp that would not lend Its chords to sooth or aid Distress? Fair POESY is Sorrow's friend, Its woes to feel-its wants express. Then wake my Harp since on that day Which Cambria'* Sons together brings Around the festive board,—thy lav Has spoke her wants through Music's strings To night where gentler bosoms beat A^ain thy notes in Cambria's name The oft-told story shall repeat That kindles Pity's sacred Same ^nd THOU fair Sovereign of a land Each generous feeling marks its own, Round whom the Sister Graces stand Meet Handmaids for thy Virgin Throne; Thou wilt not tarn a "dull cold ear" When CHARITY invokes the tay But deign with gracious smile to hear What humble Gratitude would say It bids me to their Patrons bear Thanks, deep and heartfelt, for the past To mingle with those thanks a prayer Such deeds o.f mercy still may last! It bids me whisper what they feel, In Poverty's dark vale of woe, For all the Christian love and zeal 'Tis Wealth's blest office to bestow. It bids me tell the secret tears (Those holiest drops by mortals shed) That speak a Mother s trembling fears For those her bosom's fount hath fed: It bids me tell the fervent prayer A Father's lips oft breathe, unknown, For those, whose kind and fostering care Have planted flowers where weeds had grown And HE, who hears that murmur'd prayer, And marks those tears in silence plead, Still bidsvour liberal bounty spare The Mite" these Infant suppliants need. Stewards for Heaven let wbite-rob'd TRUTH And IN NOCENCE, of spotless mien, Best Guardians of defenceless youth, Still shield them throngh Temptation's scene For, did your gen'rous efforts cease, The fount of Blessing would be dry Then. who would whisper hope and peace, Or wipe the tear-dimned Infant's eye? Bat, Charity shall never fail" Ir. hearts that beat like yours to-night; And distant years shajl tell the tale That Mercy's stream is deep—as bright. Here, while the sparkling nectar's quaft"d, From Pleasure's fountain brimming up No bitters mingle with the draught— For Charity has filled the Cap While o'er each rose, by Pleasure wreath'd In Beauty's blushing chaplet worn, PITY her balmy sigh hath breath'd, And MERCY s hand removed the thorn To-night 011 many a bosom fair, The costly gems of Indus giow But oh a richer gem is there, The heart that feels another's woe Then, snatch the wreath from Pleasure's shrine, Let Mirth the winged hours employ, Speed on the dance I pour high the wine For Virtue consecrates snch Joy!

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