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It vow'd to make me sweetly blest,

And minemine only prest it more!
There is a bosom-all mine own-

Hath pillow'd oft this aching head;
A mouth-which smiles on me alone;

An eye-whose tears with mine are shed.
There are two hearts, whose movements thrill,

In union so closely sweet; .
That pulse to pulse, responsive still,

They both must beave-or cease to beat.
There are two souls, whose equal Aow,

In gentle streams so calmly run-
That when they part-theu part-ah, no!

They cannot part-their souls are one!

HOLLAND. I DID not observe any one smoking in church, but in the streets and high-ways, all the men, and a few of the women, have their pipes constantly in i heir mouths. I have seen a boy, about ten or twelve years of age, with a long black coat, silk breeches, his hands in the pockets of the same, silver shoe. buckles, a tobacco-pipe in his mouth, and the whole crowned by a huge three-cornered cocked hat, under which the youth moved with a gravity of demeanor becoming his great-graird father.

I believe the general appearance of Holland is pretty similar throughout. What I have seen has a cheerful and pleasant aspect, though, from want of hills and valleys, it would probably soon become uninteresting. The whole country seems composed of meadows, intersected by canals, and subdivided by ditches and rows of trees. The rivers are slow and beavy in their motions, and partake much of the nature of the canals and ditches. The water is bad! but as good claret can be got for two shillings, and there is abundance of excellent milk, this loss is not perceptible. Notwithstanding the abundance of milk, they rarely gather any cream, at least not for daily use; it seems to he collected chiefly with a view to the formation of super-excellent cheese. "I was much delighted by the picturesque group of the peasant girls, wbo assemble to milk the cattle in particular quarters of the meadows, called milking-places, or milk plaats. Such scenes forcibly reminded me of the inimitable productions of Paul Potter and are well worthy the efforts of that great master. In the suburbs of Rotterdam there are a number of small gardens in most of which are erected wooden houses, of fanciful shapes and many colours, not unlike the gay babitations of the Chinese Mandarins. In these houses the richer class of merchants, with their wives and families, drink tes in the summer evenings, particularly on Sundays. The windows reach from the roof to the Aoor, and are for the most part open, so that the passing traveller has a clear view of the interior of the building, and of its inhabitants. Such parties as I have seen in the evenings, appeared to be solely employed in drinking tea, a meal from which they must derive much pleasure, if one may judge from the time which they take in it. Even in the streets, there is generally a tea party visible in at least one window of every house ; and before many doors, on a fine afternoon, there is a party seated on the steps. This is more particularly the case in country towns; the men, however, in all places, still retaining their long tobaccopipes in their mouths.

CHELTENHAM. THE discovery of the Spa, which has conferred so fashionable a celebrity on this delightful place, originated in the following manner. A slow spring was observed to ooze from a thick bluish clay or mould, under the sandy surface of the soil, which, after spreading itself for a few yards, again disappeared, leaving much of its salts behind. Flocks of pigeons being daily observed to resort thither to feed on these salts, the proprietor of the spot was induced to examine it with more attention, and soon re marked, that when other springs were fast bound by frost, this continued in a flaid state. This occurred in 1717. For a short time after this discovery,the ground remained upinclosed, and the water was drank by such as thought it might be beneficial to them. In 1718 it was railed in, locked up, and a little shed built over it; and in consequence of some experiments made on the water by Dr. Baird, of Worcester, and Dr. Greville, of Gloucester, its virtues becamegenerally known. For three years from this period it was sold as a medicine, till in 1721 the ground was leased at £61. per annum. One Captain Skillicorne came into possession of the premises in 1738, who not only built the old room on the western side of the pump, but cleared the spring, erected a brick building over it, and set up a pump for serving the water. This structure now remains

and forms a striking contrast with the more splendid erections of later times. Capt. Skillicorne also considerably improved the picturesque beauty of the spot, by planting avenues of trees, and thus rendering it an agreeable resort during the summer months. The successive proprietors of the Spa have, from time to time realised considerable fortunes, and the speculation thus proving highly advantageous, Pump and Assembly Rooms have been erected, which minister to the luxury of those who resort to this enchanting country.

SONG. FROM THE GAELIC.

AIR---Mari Laoghach
SWEET, O sweet! with Mary o'er the wilds to stray,
When Glensmole is dress'd in all the pride of May.-
And, when weary roving through the greenwood glade,
Softly to recline beneath the birken shade.

CHORUS.
Sweet the rising mountains, red with heather bells;
Sweet the bubbling fountains and the dewy dales;

Sweet the soowy blossom of the thorny tree!
Sweeter is young Mary of Glensmole to me.
There to fix my gaze, in raptures of delight,
On her eyes of truth, of love, of life, and light-
On her bosom, purer than the silver tide,
Fairer than the cana on the mountain's side.
What were all the sounds contriv'd by tuneful men,
To the warbling wild-notes of our sylvan glen?
Here the merry lark ascends on dewy wing,
There the mellow mavis and the black-bird sing.
What were all the splendour of the proud and great
To the simple pleasures of our green retreat?
From the crystal spriog fresh vigour we inbale;
Rosy health does court us on the mountain gale.
Were I offered all the wealth that Albion yields,
All her lofty mountains and her fruitful fields,
With the countless riches of her subject seas,
I would scorn the change for blisses such as these.

Sweet the rosy mountains, &c.

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Our thighs packed with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the bive; and like the bees,
Are murdered for our pains.'

Shakspeare.

> ROUD and magnificent as was once this exB P tepsive and splendid pile of building, the last

vestiges of that once joyous abode of princes,

the prison of kings, and the scene where many A transactions connected with the history of

England, had their rise, progress, and consummation, are now fast approaching that

awful termination so finely described by our immortal Bard. The recent demolition has laid open ruins that may be viewed with great interest by the antiquarian as well as the curious observer, before closing the view for ever by consiguing to oblivion in a very short period every remnant of this truly venerable edi. fice. The Church, with its beautiful ceiling and remarkable monuinents, is at present exempted from the general destruction of the Palace though how long the band of improvement will permit its sacred and inouldering walls to retain its antique appearance it is hard to say.

The first mention we find of this celebrated building is

in Stow's Survey, who states it to have been built in 1245, - by Peter, Earl of Savoy, from whom its first title was derived, uncle to Eleanor, wife of Henry the Third. By Peter it was conferred upon the fraternity of Mountjoy, of whom it was purchased by the above Queen for her son Edmund, Earl of Lancaster.

About the year 1328, Henry, earl of Lancaster rebuilt it, with such magnificence, that it was considered the first structurein the kingdom, the sum expended upon it being no less than 52,000 marks.

In 1381, is was destroyed, with all its sumptuous and elegant furniture, by Wat Tyler, and his rebel followers; from an aversion to John duke of Lancaster, its then possessor. After thisthe scite devolved to the crown; Henry the VII. began to rebuild it, and to endow it as an hospital in 1509, for the entertainment and reception of one hundred distressed person, but he dying before the completiou, his son Henry VIII. granted the Manor of Savoy to Richard, bishop of Winchester, and others, his father's executors: and also by a charter, 1513, constituted them a body, to consist of a master, five under chaplains, and four regulars, in honour of Jesus Christ, his mother, and saint John the Baptist.

The succeeding monarch Edward the VI. suppressed it and endowed the hospitals of saint Thomas and Bridewell with its furniture and revenues; after his decease, queen Mary again converted it into an hospital; and on the accession of queen Elizabeth it was again suppressed, and its revenues appropriated to uses designed by Edward VI.

This devoted building seems, however, to have suffered such frequent damage and curtailment, that it is difficult to determine which have conduced most to its progressive destruction--the ravages of fire, the fury of popular tumult, or the hand of improvement; one singular transi. tiou effected by the latter, is that of the ancient huge ball. quetting hall into a cabaret, or place of entertainment for casual visitors. It is a fact, that on the very scite of that splendid hall are erected the dry arches of Waterloo Bridge, one of the largest and most lofty of which is de. signated by the title of the “ Blue Anchor,” up the lofty walls of which the smoke ascends, and rolling along the roof, finds an egress through a large aperture in front, strongly reminding the spectator of the ancient structure from which, before the introduction of chimnies, the smoke also found its egress as in this gloomy, but not únsocial cavern,

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