THE NATIONAL REGISTER` THE LATE DUKE OF NORFOLK. The remains of his Grace, the late Duke of Norfolk, were removed yesterday morn i ng between seven and eight o'clock,from St. James's -square, to be interred in the family vault at Dor king The procession consisted of two Mitts on horseback ; State Plume, supported by three Pages; eight Horsemen; State Horse, with the principal Servant of the household bearing the Coronet Cushion, led by two Pages; Hearse and six Horses; six Mourning Coaches and Six ; Family Carriage, with three Servants in crape, and numerous Carriages of the Deceased's friends. The Coffin, covered with rich silk Genoa velvet, with handsome gilt and burnished ornaments, and rich massive ban dies, and the plates engraved with the fu ll' arils and supporters The late Duke, we understand, has bequeathed, by his will alt his disposable property, amounting to nearly 40,0001. a year, to the eldest son of Mr. Howard, the member for Glocester ; with the exception of smali legacies to his natural children, of whom there are twelve in number, and an annuity of 2001. to a young gentlemen who re s ided with him, and to whom he seem ed much attached. The settled estate which devolve upon the present Duke amount to 50,0001. a year. The Duke, we are told, at his grand baronial festival last summer, on the opeuing of Arundel Castle, imprudently gave up his bed to one of his distinguished visitors, and slept three nights in a tent on tl - e lawn, from which he caught a violent cold, that continued with but little intermission to the day of his death. • Thi newly married Mr. and Lady Charlotte Howard, are tow Lord and Lady Surrey. • POETS. A writer in a periodical paper, in announcing the happy ac corichement of Lady By en, congratulates the noble bard on this addition to his works. The Poets of the present day seem more likely to continue their name in this manner, as well as the other, than most of their predecessors; for it is a remarkable thing, that hardly any of the tribe on record have left posterity. Scarcely a single ancient poet, from all that can he gathered, bad children. Homer none—Anacreon none—Pindar none—Theocritus, ./Esehylus, Euripides, Menander, Virgil, Horace, Catuilus,Tibulus, Peopertins, Lucan, Lucretius, none of them any. It appears to have been the same, as far as posterity at least was concerned, will the Italian Poets.—Daute had none ; Tasso had none; Ariosto and Petrarch had natural children—the latte'r a son, who plagued him prodigiously, but the race has failed.—Then for our great countrymen, their posterity seems to have failed in the se cond or tkird generation.— Ckaucer's did ; so did Shakespeare's; so did Milton's, Pope, Dryden, Young, Gray, Collins, Shenstone, 'Lord Surrey, Ben Jonson, Carew , Den ham, Sandys, Waller, beau mont a nd Fletcher, Akenside, Churchill, ldsmith Otway, Garth, Parnell, Prior, Congreve,Gay , T homson, Rochester;Butler,Cowper, ore. &c.- —none of them children. The only families even that have pnaintained their name collaterally are the Parnells and Drydens—. both of them, by the way, Baronetts. It is suspected, however, we believe, that there may be descendants living of one Poet, whose name would make up for a thousand ;—we mean Spenser. A. Sytraxus Spenser, his grandson, in the time of Steele and Addison, who interested themselves for him, obtained from Government a part of the Poet's lands, which had been lost during the troubles in part Df the Poet's lands, which had been lost during the troubles in reland. The families of the living Poets, we trust, will be more fortnnate. All of them, we believe, of any eminence, have got children —Campbell, Coleridge, Moore, Scott, Southey, Words- Worth, and now Byron. THE FINEST HANK OF LINEN YARN IN THE WORLP.— There is now in the hands of Williamsllareson, of Woodbank, year Gifford, a hank of yarn, spun by Catherine Woods, of Dunmore, near Ballinabinch, aged about IS years ; it weighs exactly ten grains, which taking the lb. avoirdupoise at 7004 grains, would require above 700 hanks to thelb. making a thread 2,52),440 yards; or 1412 miles, 5 furlongs, 3 perches, 3i yards iong.-17 ib. 6oz drains of said yarn would contain a threi:d 24,912 English miles long, which is equal to the circuit of the earth. As we understad it is to be laid before the Linen 'Board, we have no doubt but they will amply reward this national prodigy iu spinning. , (Newry Telegraph.) John Pinhoru, Es+ of the IN, in a morning paper menti istate to you the particulars came to my hand from a.Correwondent at Cranbrook in Kent. A labouring man, named ThOmas Gilbert , the last branch of a respectable family, who had kept in his possession an old trunk (which from its age was of course decayed) discovered a little . drawer, in which were contained the said two notes, not in the least injured, but a litttle discoloured. One was r'Ated the 15th of April 1725, the other 14th of May, 1725. The following calculation of compound interest has been made.—Your giving this a place will oblige your obedient servant. First 10 years £162 17 8 —2O -- SO .. . . -40 -- 50 --- 60 -- 70 —BO ---- 90 • Stow mentions a custom which prevailed at t.. _. hospital of Matilda, at St Giles's ; by which " the ptisopers conveyed from the city of London towards Tyburn, there to be . executed for treason, felonies, or other trespasses, were presented with a great howl of ale, thereof to drink their pleasure, as to be their last refreshing in this life." It was from the circumstance of a malefactor refusing to partake of this farewell draught, and thereby getting the sooner to Tyburn, where he was hanged before the arrival of a reprieve, which was upon the road, that the saying originated of a man having been "hanged fur leaving. his liquor." YORKSHIRE ANGLING. IT happened once that a young Yorkshire Clown,. But newly come to far-fam'd London town, Was gapibg round at many a wondrous sight, Grinning at all he saw with vast delight, Attended by his terrier Tyke, Who was as sharp as sharp may be, And thus the Master and the dog, d'ye see, Were very much alike. After wand'ring far and wide, And seeing all the streets and s9nares, And seeing Temple Bar, and Pidcock's bears, The Mansion.honse, the Regent's Park, • And all in which your Cocknies place their pride ; After being quizz'd by many a city Spark, For coat ofct;untry-cut and red-hair'd pate, He came at last to noisy Billingsgate. - He saw the busy scene with mute surprise, • Opening his ears and eyes, At the load clamour and the monstrous fish, Hereafter doom'd to grace full many a disk. Close by him was a Turbot on a stall, Who, with stretcled mouth, as if to gasp for breath, Seem'd in the agonies of death : Said Andrew, " Pray, what.name d'ye that fish call?" " A TURBOT—'tis (said the sarcastic elf) " A . FLAT you see, so something like yourself." " D'ye think (said Andrew) that he'll bite ?" " Why (said this fellow, with a roguish grin), " His mouth is open; put your finger in, " And then you'll know."—" Why no (replied the wight), " I should'nt like to try ; but here's my Tyke " Shall put his tail there, if you like." " Agreed," rejoined the man, and laugh'd delight. Within the Turbot's teeth was plac'd the tail, Who bit it too with all his might; The Dog no sooner felt the bite, Than oft he ran the Fish still holding tight ; And though . old LING began to swear and rail, After a number of escapes and dodging, Tyke safely got to Master Andrew's lodgings; Who, when the Fishman in a passion flew, Said," Master, Lunnon tricks on we wont do, " l'se come from York to queer such FLATS as your, " And Tyke, my dog, is Yorkshire too !" Then laughing at the man he went away, Lad had. thu 1.1411 for dinner that saw, dap sta w PriC• 2 4 Borough B ank, in a letter of [sec. :ions aS follows think it right to of the two ha Bank-notes that