fifty-two feet, its breadth one hundred and thirtyseven feet, and depth sixty-eight feet. It cost nearly two millions of dollars. A stair passes up one of the piers to the top, from which point the view of the suburbs of Paris, and in fact of the city itself, is very beautiful. On the main arch is inscribed the names of ninety-six French victories.

The Church of the Madeline is a fine temple, of the Grecian order. It is surrounded by Corinthian columns, fifty-two in number, each forty-nine feet high, by sixteen and a half in circumference. The exterior is plain, and exceedingly beautiful; the interior is exquisitely gilt and painted—though it has much too gaudy an appearance for a place of divine worship.

The Place Vendome, with its mighty shaft to the memory of Napoleon, surmounted by a statue in bronze of the great Emperor, is also a conspicuous object. It is built of stone, though covered with bronze, made of the brass of twelve hundred cannon taken from the Russians and Austrians. The metal weighs three hundred and sixty thousand pounds.

The Place de la Concorde, lying between the

Tuileries and the Champs Elysees, is a most beautiful square. In the centre, over the spot where Marie Antoinette was beheaded, stands the Obelisk of Luxor, a magnificent relic of ancient Egypt, being one of the two obelisks that stood before the Temple of Thebes, (the modern Luxor,) which were erected by Sesostris, some 1,500 years before Christ. This single stone is seventy-two feet in height, at the base seven and a half, and at the top five and a half in diameter, and is said to weigh five hundred thousand pounds. To convey it from Egypt was a work of great magnitude, and even to raise it to its present perpendicular position was one of no little difficulty. It stands on a large block of stone.

Were the love of the French for the good only proportioned to their love of the beautiful, this truly would be a blessed land.

Liverpool and Dublin.

"While history's muse the memorial was keeping
Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves,
Beside her the genius of Erin stood weeping,

For hers was the story that blotted the leaves."

FROM Paris I returned to London, where I found the city turned upside down by the races at Derby. Near the Derby railway station the streets were crowded with cabs conveying passengers. I had no idea that these races excited so much of the public attention, or that such great numbers were in the habit of attending them.

From London I took the cars to Liverpool, the great shipping mart of the United Kingdom. This city is an active place, and contains some fine public buildings. The Assize Court, or St. George's Hall, is a new and very splendid one, not quite finished. The Sailor's Home, the cornerstone of which was laid by Prince Albert last year, will, when completed, be one of the noblest buildings of the kind.

St. James's Cemetery, which seems originally to have been a large quarry, is a beautiful and

unique city of the dead. It is reached by a winding path down the side of the precipice, part of the way tunnelled in the solid rock. The buryingground is, perhaps, from seventy to one hundred feet below the level of the city, while in the precipices around are cut a series of vaults. Among the monuments and tombs below are beautiful walks embowered in trees.

A curious mineral spring bursts from the rock near the foot of the precipice, the waters of which are said to have a healing power. Over it is the

following beautiful inscription :—

"Christian reader, view in me
An emblem of true charity;

Who freely what I have bestow,
Though neither heard nor seen to flow;
And I have full return from Heaven,
For every cup of water given."

The railway between Liverpool and Manchester was the first one built in England. Shortly after it was opened, a reward was offered for the best locomotive. When the trial day came, the Duke of Wellington, William Huskisson, and several other members of Parliament came down in the railway, as judges. Upon stepping from the car, the latter was killed by the train passing over his

body: this was in 1830. A fine monument is here erected to his memory.

The Liverpool docks extend several miles along the Mersey, and are filled with shipping to every port in the world. The Albert dock is a beautiful one for the unlading of vessels. Around it, except at the entrance, are great warehouses, several stories high, built of stone, the lower stories supported by enormous iron pillars. Here goods are discharged with an ease and speed scarcely conceivable, as every convenience that human ingenuity can invent is brought to facilitate the operation.

As in low water it is difficult, and in fact in some cases impossible, for the steamers plying between this and the neighboring towns to approach the piers, a large reward was offered for the invention that would best expedite these landings. What is called the Floating Stage received the prize. This consists of an enormous float, chained to the pier with strong iron cables, and connected with the shore by a bridge, which, being on hinges, rises and falls with the high and low water. So great is its size, that three or four steamers can discharge at once.