Accouchement of Her Majesty
Birth of a Princess
GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!!!
At ten minutes before two yesterday afternoon, her Majesty was safely delivered of a Daughter. The Queen, we rejoice to say, is, to all appearance, as well as her subjects can desire, and that the illustrious infant bids fair for life.
At five-and-twenty minutes to three a royal salute from the Tower and other guns announced the joyous intelligence to her Majesty’s subjects in the metropolis.
Her Majesty’s marriage, it will be remembered, took place on Monday, the 10th of February, nine months and eleven days since.
The Lord Chancellor was presiding in his Court with the intention of pronouncing some judgments, but he instantly locked up his papers and repaired to Buckingham Palace, as his presence is officially required on these occasions.
“EXTRAORDINARY GAZETTE,
“Saturday, Nov. 21, 1840,
“Buckingham Palace, Nov. 21.
“This afternoon, at ten minutes before two, the Queen was happily delivered of a Princess, His Royal Highness Prince Albert, Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent, several Lords of Her Majesty’s Most Honourable Privy Council, and the Ladies of Her Majesty’s Bed-chamber being present.
‘This great and important news was immediately made known to the Town, by the firing of the Tower guns; and the Privy Council being assembled as soon as possible thereupon, at the Council Chamber, Whitehall, it was ordered that a Form of Thanksgiving for the Queen’s safe delivery of a Princess be prepared by his Grace the Archbishop of Canterbury, to be used in all churches and chapels throughout England and Wales, and the town of Berwick-upon-Tweed, on Sunday the 29th of November, or the Sunday after the respective ministers shall receive the same.
“Her Majesty and the young Princess are, God be praised, both doing well.”
Latest Particulars
The following official bulletin was issued during the afternoon, a copy of which was forwarded to the Lord Mayor:—
“Buckingham Palace, Nov. 21, 1840.
“Quarter-past Three o’clock.
“The Queen was safely delivered of a Princess this afternoon at ten minutes before two o’clock.
“Her Majesty and the Royal Infant are both doing well.
(Signed)
“James Clark, M.D.
“Charles Locock, M.D.
“Robert Ferguson, M.D.
“R. Blagden.
A Baby Ballad
Of course you’ve heard the welcome news,
Or you must be a gaby,
That England’s glorious Queen has got
At last a little baby?
A boy we wanted—’tis a girl!
Thus all our our hopes that were
To have an heir unto the Throne,
Are all thrown to the air!
How could folks think she’d have a boy?
To me it seem’d all fun—
For in a dark November fog
We seldom have a sun!
Yet after all I’m wrong myself
To reason so, perhaps,
For we all know what winter is
The time for having CHAPS.
Doctors Locock, Blagden, Clark,
They made the great diskivery,
And having brought the goods to town,
Were “paid upon delivery!”
Prince Albert for a nurse sent off,
To tend his babe and spouse—
One living at the Isle of Wight,
As milk is best from Cowes!
From eve till morn, from morn till eve,
The pretty infant prattles,
Gives hope strong of life being leng,
Though oft it has the RATTLES!
These sprigs of royalty may soon
Be plentiful as sermons—
Prince Albert possibly may have
A lot of these small Germans!
John Bull must handsomely come down
With something every year,
And he may truly to the child,
Say, “You’re a little dear!”
Sad thoughts will fill his head whene’er
He hears the infant rave,
Because when hearing a wight squall
It brings a notion grave!
Howe’er let’s give the Princess joy,
Though now’s her happiest lot,
For sorrow tends a palace more
Than e’er it does a cot!
If in some years a son appears,
Her claim to rule were vain,
And being near the court she’ll have
To stand out of the REIGN!
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