THE ROOM IN WHICH CANNING DIED.
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sell, It had formerly, we believe, been a sort of nursery; and tue present Duke of Devonshire having accidentally slept hero just before Canning took up his residence at the villa, it was considered more likely to be aired, and free from damp, than any other and costlier apartment. It has even cheerful view from the window, but over looks wing of the house, as it were like back yard. Nothing can be more com mon than the paper of the walls or the fur niture of the apartment. On one side of the fireplace are ranged a few books, chiefly of light character-such as the " NoveIist's Magazine" Rousseau" (the Heloise," 1 think {" Camilla" &c. Opposite the foot of the bed is the fire place, and on the low chimney -pieco stands a small bronze clock. How often to that clock must have turned the eyes of that restless and ardent being during his short and painful progress through disease to deaill-with how bitter a monotony must its ticking sound have fallen on his ear !- Nothing on earth is so wearing to the fret ful nerve ofsickness as that low, regular, perpetual voice in which Time speaks its warnings. He was just week i'll. On Wednesday party of diplomatists dined with the Prime Minister--on the WedneS- day following

 Passed away

 The naughty spirit from the humble clayi''

 For the last three days, he was somewhat relieved from inc excrutiating pain he had before suffered. Not that it is true, as was said in the newspapers at the time, that his cries could be heard at some con- siderable distance from the house-during one day, however, they were heard by the servants below. He was frequently insen- sible, and during that time, the words !" Spain-Portugal," were constantly on his lips. During those sick days ofagony and trial, his wife was with him, and, we believe, neither took rest in bed, nor un- dressed, throughout the, whole time. Her distress and despair, when all was over, were equal to her devotion during the struggle. It is said the physician declared it necessary for her life, or reason, that she should obtain the relief of tears; for she had not wept once, either before or after his. death; and this relief came to her when she saw her son. At eleven o'clock

  and went to the Duke of Portland's in Ca vendish square. never pass that dull and melancholy building, known as Hare- court House, with its dead wall and gloo- my courtyard, without figuring to myself the scene of that night: when the heavy gates opened to receive the widow of one whom Genius had SO gifted, and Ambition had so betrayed.

 For some time before he died, Can ning's countenance had betrayed the signs of the toll and exhaustion which he had undergone. But after death those had vanished-and that beautiful and eloquent countenance seemed in the coffin unuttera- ply serene and hushed. The house is memorable for the death of two statesmen. Below, in little dark chamber, covered with tapestry, Charles Fox breathed his last the greatest pupil of his great rival, after tacitly veering towards the main foundations ofthe same principle Fox had professcd, came to the same roof to re- ceive the last lesson Ambition can bestOw.

 It was impossible to stand in that quiet, and even humble room, and not glance back to the contrasts which the life that there had become extinct, afforded 10 ret rospection. Tn April 1917, it was an- nounced to the Parliament, crowded be- yond precedent, that George Canning had accepted the office of First Commissioner of his Majesty's Treasury-id est, the of- flee of Prime Minister. The announce ment was received with bursts of the loud est, the most prolonged cheers-cheers that made themselves scarce less audible along the neighboring streets tEan within the House. What followed resignations the next day from his oldest and staunch- est adhcrents-the retirement of host from his side-the breaking up of party of a life's forming-the suspicion, the rage of friends whom he must never regain-the strange alliance with foes, whom he could never hope to conciliate but by becoming the stepping-stone to their objects-o1jects which, if he continued to reject, he would have been lost for the future--if he accept cd, he must belle the whole tenor of the past. Then came persecution, attack, doubt, the wrath of the Peers, (that fatal House, whose power has never of late been oxerteds but in opposition to the pop ular spirit it once fostered*) the schisms of the Commons" the current islander and the echoed lie !"-and all this fel! on a frame already breaking; and in need of rest. In April Canning was announced ne ~nrnnwmA Nha