"This pillar was erected in the year 1656, by Ann, Countess Dowager of Pembroke, &c. for a memorial of her last parting, in this place, with her good and pious mother, Margaret, Countess Dowager of Cumberland, on the 2nd of April, 1616; in memory whereof she hath left an annuity of 47. to be distributed to the poor of the parish of Brougham, every 2nd day of April for ever, upon the stone table placed hard by. Laus Deo!"

The Eden is the principal river of Cumberland, and rises in the wildest part of Westmoreland.

P. 36, 1. 14.

O'er his dead son the gallant ORMOND sighed.

"I would not exchange my dead son," said he, "for any living son in Christendom."- HUME.

The same sentiment is inscribed on an urn at the Leasowes. 66 quanto minus est cum reliquis versari, quam tui meminisse!"

P. 40, 1. 29.

Down by St. Herbert's consecrated grove;

Heu,

A small island covered with trees, among which were formerly the ruins of a religious house

P. 41, 1. 15.

When lo! a sudden blast the vessel blew,

In a mountain-lake the agitations are often violent and momentary. The winds blow in gusts and eddies; and the water no sooner swells than it subsides. - See BOURN's Hist. of Westmoreland.

P. 42, 1. 17.

To what pure beings, in a nobler sphere,

The several degrees of angels may probably have larger views, and some of them be endowed with capacities able to retain together, and constantly set before them as in one picture, all their past knowledge

HUMAN LIFE.

THE ARGUMENT.

Introduction-Ringing of bells in a neighbouring Village on the Birth of an Heir-General Reflections on Human Life-The Subject proposed Childhood-Youth-Manhood-Love-Marriage-Domestic Happiness and Affliction-War-Peace-Civil Dissension-Retirement from active Life-Old Age and its Enjoyments-Conclusion.

THE lark has sung his carol in the sky;
The bees have hummed their noon-tide lullaby.
Still in the vale the village-bells ring round,
Still in Llewellyn-hall the jests resound:
For now the caudle-cup is circling there,

Now, glad at heart, the gossips breathe their prayer,
And, crowding, stop the cradle to admire
The babe, the sleeping image of his sire.

A few short years-and then these sounds shall hail
The day again, and gladness fill the vale;
So soon the child a youth, the youth a man,
Eager to run the race his fathers ran.