The loveliest star in all the sky, The peach-flower blossoming in May, Might hither hie its sweets to sip. But not alone her graceful form, She's gone! 'tis thus Love's dreams depart,- Oft will thy memory warm my heart, 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 good and evil:-the past and the future lend their hues of love, hope, and ambition-feelings and passions that have burned and maddened within us, till all earth seemned a fiery paradise, and we the glorious spirits that inhabited it :-but, alas, such dreams are too often dashed into bitterness, when we think of the lost and the loved whom we have known-beauty that has pined away and died, and strength and manliness, gone like the power of an unstrung bow, quenched in passion, perchance, or stricken in the pride of manhood. Such dreams are beautiful, but oh how evanescent-not the rainbow more fleeting-not the hues around the settingsun fade more rapidly; and then we see, perhaps, in our mind's eye, a train of evil shapes, rank and file tramping before us-ghosts of departed hours-time mis-spenthopes blighted-love in embers-evil and wrong committed—the phantasies of passion-and often in such woeful moods, the vanished faces of the lamented dead! The next day we spent at Lanidloes for the sake of the angling, which is exceedingly good and plentiful in that neighbourhood, and where no apostolical successor of the Fishermen ventured to interrupt our sport. The town is small and meanly built-it is arranged in the exact form of a cross; the town-hall in particular is execrable; the market place scarcely deserves the name; and altogether there is a visible impress everywhere of exceeding poverty and miserable want. The int, however, like all the inns in Wales which we visited, was replete 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 drove up, accompanied by two fine ing children, his sons. Duke of Newcastle and intelligent lookThey 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, For thou art brighter in thine own calm sphere, The fairest star that hath its throne on high Thou dost surpass, love, in thy heaven here. The dusky cloudlet circling round the moon, The Spring hath spread fresh flowerets at our feet, But violet of the dell is not so sweet, Nor almond-blossom beautiful like thee. The mountain streams are rich with emerald light, |