The ground, allotted to foreigners and protestants, is on the left hand of the entrance gate, between two rows of cypress trees. If any thing can reconcile us to be buried in a strange land, it is to have our remains deposited in so sweet a resting-place.

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SONNET XXXVI.

This Gorge is on the road between Marseilles and Toulon, -about four or five miles from the latter. Though the mountain is not so high, it has, I understand, all the character of an Alpine or mountain pass. The rock is cut to admit the winding serpentine road to creep through it. There is no verdure on the sides of the hill; but it can hardly be exactly said that there was "nothing green." Some wild herbs, and a plant, like samphire, grew out of the fissures of the gigantic rocks: and as a man ascended the face of the hill the first time I passed it, his figure visibly diminishing as he ascended, Shakspeare's description seemed to be reversed:

Hangs one that gathers Samphire; dreadful trade!
Methinks he looks no bigger than his head."

On the other side of the road there was, as described, the appearance of the traditionary volcano. Dark stones gave a dull and unpleasant tinge to the waters of a small brook, which would otherwise have been agreeable and mirthful; and a precipitous rock was stained black, as if cleft by the action of gunpowder.

20.

SONNET XXXVII.

Matthews, the author of The Diary, observes the fewness of gens-d'armes in France necessary for the conduct of troops of galley slaves, who are driven before them like a flock of sheep, in comparison of the number of soldiers who in England are seen to conduct one deserter. In our homeward journey we met several companies of these unhappy beings, whom a very few gens-d'armes were transporting to Toulon from some part of the west of France. Some of the companies were not guarded by more than three gens-d'armes. But if by their being escorted by few soldiers they resembled flocks of sheep, here the parallel must end. Some of them were passive and melancholy, like the more quiet of the evil spirits of Dante's Inferno; while others betrayed so deplorable an unconsciousness of their miserable condition that they laughed and roared like so many fiends, and grinned and made all kinds of grimaces, as our carriage passed them. I can imagine no punishment hereafter more terrible than this self-abandonment of the condemned to the moral turpitude of their character, and their utter blindness to their true and melancholy state.

21.

SONNET XXXIX.

The first view of the Pont-du-Gard "striding this narrow world like a Colossus," as it is seen on the road from Nismes, is indeed magnificent. It was of this noble remain

that Rousseau said, that it was the only thing which had not disappointed him. Magnificent as this aqueduct confessedly is, it surprises me that he should have made this remark. The scenery around is not in keeping with it; the hills are not sufficiently lofty, and the river Gardon is too small a stream. The valley is quiet and pretty, and the whole scene pastoral, and therefore unsuitable to the restless character of the ancient Romans, of which the amphitheatre at Nismes gives us a more just idea. This monument stirred my imagination much more than the Pont-du-Gard. I have not seen the amphitheatres of Rome and Verona. But the amphitheatre at Nismes, though smaller, is more perfect.

22.

THE MOOR'S HEAD.—
.-Page 51.

On one side of the valley of Marseilles (which is, as it were, a bason inclosed by rocky mountains) there is a head, looking towards the sea, the features of which resemble those of a Moor. It is wonderfully shaped by layers of shelving rocks. The whole figure, in a recumbent posture, is an astonishing resemblance, not merely of the features of the human face which are most striking, but of a gigantic man lying on his back. I remember nothing of the kind, except a face upon a rock at Hastings, which resembled George III. of England, and which is noticed at the conclusion of this poem. In 1813, when I visited Hastings, this resemblance was perfect; and the rock was then called

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KING GEORGE'S POINT. From the sandy nature of the stone this likeness will probably wear out, and may already be changed. But the Moor's Head will endure as long as the rock on which it stands, unless torn from it, or defaced, by some violent convulsion of nature.

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Page 53, line 15.

When heaven's fair light

Doth visit her in gladness and deep joy.

"Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth,
And ocean's liquid mass, beneath him lay

In gladness and deep joy."

Wordsworth's Excursion.

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Page 55, line 4.

To give us French or Norman Conquerors,

For English Kings.

William the Conqueror landed at Hastings, which is directly opposite to the Norman coast.

25.

A MONUMENTAL INSCRIPTION.-Page 57.

The French are happy in devices of this nature. In the Père de la Chaise at Paris, on the tablet of a tomb, erected by a wife to her deceased husband, were written these words "La mort nous a séparé;" while on the opposite tablet, which was reserved for herself, are these words: "La mort nous réunira."

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THE BURIAL AT SEA.-Page 58.

An American gentleman, who had been an Editor of a Journal in the United States, died at Marseilles, at the commencement of the year 1830, of a consumption. In the hope of averting this fatal and delusive disease, he had been a great traveller on the continent of Europe, and had published an account of his travels, first in his own Journal, and afterwards in two volumes, 8vo. But his migratory life availed not to the restoration of his health, which on his return to his country rapidly declined; and he was advised, as a last faint hope of recovery, to try once more the south of France. He landed at Marseilles a few months before his decease, and was kindly received by one of the heads* of an eminent American mercantile house in that city (well known for their hospitality to all English as well as American

*The younger Mr. Fitch, in the absence of his brother.