moralization of large cities, pure, strong, and honest hearts yet exist, ready to do, venture, and sustain all things, for their Queen, their Country and their God. We After travelling over a very difficult country and through very severe weather; among mountains where the mere tourist never travels, and least of all, that kind of tourist called Cockney, who is generally accompanied by a number of boxes, neat carpet bags, an umbrella, a silk covering to his hat, an India rubber cloak, a neat ebony walking stick (think of such a stick among mountains), a comforter, provender, cigars, a hat brush, an ear-pick, and other numerous luxuries;-after beholding the sources, no larger than a rivulet, of the huge Severn, the Wye, and other rivers; we at length began to decline into a large, open, and beautiful vale, which was the termination of our journey for that day. had walked thirty miles since the morning, and had fishing besides, and it was late in the evening, therefore, when we arrived at Lanidloes. A change of dress, and a good supper (or in reality a dinner) had, however, the usual effect of setting us all to rights, and a more comfortable evening, and a more quiet and philosophical one, I never spent in my life, than that in the little, solitary, half-seen, half-known village of Lanidloes, in South Wales. At such times, and under such circumstances, with a cigar to inspire one, and one's eyes half shut, a man has a delicious opportunity of looking back on his past life, on his errors, on his pleasures, on his To roam with thee along the gentle Seine, Jardines des Plantes-Champs-Elysee—and all No more the clanging trumpet frights each street, No longer stir each palpitating breast: And love-adoring whispers kiss the air, Wondering from what blest sphere sprang one so fair. And thou wilt view majestic and divine, Grim forests spectre-haunted, dark and dun The silvery waters of Geneva's lake with every comfort-and we had nothing to complain of. There is also a very fair circulating library which much surprised me. Whilst we were at the inn, the Duke of Newcastle drove up, accompanied by two fine and intelligent looking children, his sons. They were passing through to the Duke's splendid property, (by splendid I refer to the natural scenery, not to the quantity,) at the Devil's Bridge, which he purchased of the late Mr. Johnnes. The Duke seemed very kind and affable to all, and was favourably received by the townsmen, notwithstanding the insolent and savage vituperation which has been hurled against him by the hireling mercenaries of the Morning Chronicle, and the rest of that atrocious brotherhood of the Whig-radical press. He is an intellectual looking nobleman, though the lower part of his face is rather feebly formed :—the whole of his countenance is instinct with kindness and benevolence. CLEVELAND SKETCHES. THE FIRST SONG OF SPRING. To M Let not the morning sun ascend the sky, Thou dost surpass, love, in thy heaven here. The dusky cloudlet circling round the moon, The Spring hath spread fresh flowerets at our feet, Nor almond-blossom beautiful like thee. The mountain streams are rich with emerald light, The bowers are budding, green each woodland dell, Come to mine arms, beloved,-o'er the sea LINES. "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever."-KEATS. The primrose-shaws of Kilton grove Are balmy-soft, and fragrant fair, But she the floweret of my love The violet on the castle wall The hawthorn-tree that blossoms nigh O, she is fairer than them all, I gaz'd upon the heavens so clear, One lovely star illum'd the scene,— Behold, a fairer gem is near Star of my heart, my bosom Queen! I saw the glinting of her eye That fell with soft and mellowed light, |