~ 4808.7] Avcount of the late Countess Dowager of Moira. 
At Crouch End, William Wyld, 
Laurence Pountney Lane. 
In the 53d year of her age, Mrs. Martha 
Gill, wife of Mr. George G. of Camberwell, 
Surry. She was inthe act of making tea, 
and apparently in good health, when sudden- 
ly her head fell forward. Her brother who 
was present caught her in his arms. but she 
expired instantly without a sigh, or a groan. 
She was a most cheerful ‘and Afecciunace wo- 
man, and has left a husband with five child- 
ren, tojament her loss, 
Dowager Countess Adoira, this lady, was 
_unconimonly gifted! great powers of memo- 
by, great quickness of intellect, and a pecu- 
liar easy, yet splendid elocution, with which 
she adorned whatever subject she touched 
upon, whether the mere passing events of 
the day, the various topics of literature, or 
those useful arts by which the community is 
benefited, and the resources of a nation en- 
Jarged. Her acquaintance with such bran- 
ches of knowledge was by no means limited 
or superficial; on the contrary, some learned 
societies have borne respectful testimony to 
her acquirements in this particular, and the 
teal utility which flowed from the produc- 
wa of her active anddiscerning genius. Shie 
smarried tothe late Earl of Moira in Fe- 
b any, 17523 and resided in Dublin, or the 
North of Ireland (with the exception of one 
year’s absence in France) for more than half 
a century! for the long period of fifty-six 
years. Let those who remember what Moira 
House was in the earlier days of that period, 
when she led, and reflected a grace upon eve- 
ry beneficial fashion; when she cultivated 
the fine arts; when she rendered’ her house 
the favourite spot where every person of ge- 
nius or talents in Dublin, er who visited 
Dublin, loved most to resort to; let such 
persons say, whether Moira House, and its 
illustrious Lady, as well as its truly noble and 
beneficent Lord, deserve not every panegyric 
which gratitude can bestow. She was the 
last in a direct line of the great name of 
Hastings—the last !! a werd when so applied, 
every iiberal nature will dwell upon with me- 
lancholy sensations, even to enthusiasm— 
such are perhaps the universal feelings of 
mankind in favour of exalted birth, whiéha 
vain-glorious philosophy never can eradicate, 
that whena race of nobility, distinguished 
by the length of years during which they 
wore their honours iret see is finally 
terminated; the extinction ef such a family 
is reparded, not without a generous sympa- 
esq. of 
thy; but when the tomb closes on a noble | 
matron, the representative of a great house, 
with whose bistory the best, and pe vena 
most inspiring images of our earliest days, 
are associated, and herself not inférior to an 
in that history, it is scarcely possible, even 
for a stranger, not to hang over stich s tomb, 
without every emotion of sbrrow, of regret, 
and of veneration, Such sentiments may. ill 
accord witha frivolous, and insome respects, 
Montury Mac, No. 170, 
leave but: slight 
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a selfish age. Be it so—yet this age, even 
under the influence of a more than iron war, 
and much bigotry, has not lost ** all its origie 
nal brightness,” but retains much of its good. 
old virtues undiminished. It possesses domes- 
tic charity at least; and those who know how 
to appreciate charity, will learn to venerate 
the memory of the Countess of Moira, for 
in truth she may be said to have been charity 
itself. She had ‘a strong resemblance, in 
many respects, to her ancestors: a lofty spie 
rit, eal of disposition, untired has= 
pitality—-altogether, she was a lady of other 
times; and when she mingled with society, 
more eno her increased infirmities would of 
late years allow 5; few persons ever beheld her 
without something of more heroic days pas— 
sing in indistinct, yet splendid, array, before 
the imagination. Tn the reception of persons 
of the first distinction at her house, there 
was an air, a dignity, will hardly be equalled, 
and never can be surpassed. But the noble 
manner, the imposing ceremonial of life, 
vestiges for remembrance, 
compared to those intrinsic and domestic vir- 
tues, which give to the female sex their true 
est ornament. In all the private relations of 
life, she was, to the utmost, valuable t 
Her maternal duties she fulfilled with the en— 
lightened spirit, and more, perhaps, thar 
the sensibility of a Cornelia. They couldon= 
ly be equalled by the unceasing assiduities» 
the soothing tenderness, the sweet and pious 
and filial fone which accompanied her to 
her last hour-—but sorrow is sacred, and the: 
writer forbears..-He can only add, ‘that this 
imperfect tribute is the product of an hasty, 
an anxious moment, the effusion of gratitude, 
resting indeed upon the basis of truth, but no 
exact delineation of Lady Moira’s character. 
The style is warm, for it flows from the 
heart; and who that knew her could write of 
Lady Moira in astyle which was inert and gra~ 
velling. Ireland will long have cause te re, 
gret her-—she cultivated its best interests—— 
to the gentry, she displayed an example of 
attachment to the country which they might 
have well imitated—to the peasantry of “all 
descriptions, she was a guardian friend—to 
every illiberal, party-distinction, whether 
arising from a false zea! for the state or reli- 
gion, she was an unprejudiced enlightened 
Opponent. Fromthe contemplation of such 2 
character it is indeed not easy to withcraw, 
She survived her husband nearly fifteen 
years.—She was daughtento Theophilus, and 
sister to Francis, late darls of Huntingdon, 
Fer mother was the Lady Selina Shirley, 
daughter of Parl Ferrers. : 
At Newcastle, in his 85th year, Rodert 
Roddam, esq. Senior Admiral of the Red, bro- 
ther to the late Edward Roddam, or Reddam, 
ia the county of Worchimibel ands esq. and’ 
third son of Edward Roddam, of Roddam and 
Li:tie Houghton, esq. by Jane, daughter of 
Robert Shelly, esq. merchant of Newcastle- 
upoa-Ayne. The family of Roddam is be. 
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