Of nearly two hundred species of birds, the greater number are undescribed. Of the fishes of Mexico and its coast, Mr. | Bullock's catalogue embraces between two and three hundred species. It is to be regretted, that several living animals, new or little known in Europe, have not borne our climate. A cabinet of minerals completes the collections belonging to the different kingdoms of nature. This vast mass of materials, assembled by the proprietor in so short a space of time, sufficiently attests the enterprising spirit and industry of our countryman; and cannot fail to afford equal gratification to the lounger in search of amusement, and to || the man of science desirous of obtaining more intimate knowledge respecting a country of which we are still in a state of comparative ignorance. Poetry. SORROW'S ADDRESS TO THE By J. M. LACEY. FAREWELL, bright rose! thy charms no more The best of all the year. That blooms in summer's hour! To thee, red poppy, now I pay A willing bosom's theme; With many a happy dream: Hast stol'n away the canker grief, And bid those moments cease, Has shut in sleep, so deep and dead, These are thy potent charmful pow'rs; Still soften wretchedness and pain; THE STORM: Slow in the eastern sky, the orb of day wave. With lightsome hearts Neptune's rude sons commence Their daily task. The balmy breeze of morn plain The stately ship pursues her trackless course. Inspiring hope, that lights the youthful breast (And e'en illumes the languid eye of age), Cheer'd the gay crew. The fragrant breath of spring, That swept o'er flow'ry mead, o'er blossom'd And gardens rich in Nature's choicest sweets, Thou worst of weeds, thou best of flow'rs- Below, the rippling waters, that appear'd Who braves the horrors of the rugged north, A dark'ning speck Now veil'd the horizon-larger it became Darker it grew-it spread, o'ershadowing The beautiful blue sky. A murmuring Came on the wind- -3 piercing cry was heard, The storm - bird's scream-utter'd as if to warn The mariners of danger near at hand. The bosom of the deep. The mountain waves around: The foaming billows, with a desperate sweep, Rush o'er the deck. At length the murky clouds Discharge the pitiless torrent. All aghast, The wretched crew, mute, motionless, survey At intervals, when the red lightning's glare Illumes the horrid scene, impending death! Despair sat on each brow. With folded arms, Some ventur❜d to address a prayer to heav'n, Who never pray'd before; while some, more stern, With horrid imprecations curs'd the hour That gave them birth, The clam'rous gale but mock'd Their idle lamentations. Yet once more In beautiful attire, a deadly thorn Lurks 'neath its sweets. Amid the fearful strife Of battling elements, no pitying hand Is stretch'd to save. Sudden the cries of death Are hush'd! 'Tis o'er! they sleep a peaceful sleep. Not one escapes to tell their wretched lot. Ill-fated souls! scarce had their own blue cliffs Welcom'd their earnest gaze. So near their homes, Where many, many days they fondly deem'd morn Saw fathers, mothers, wives, with hurried step And dread suspense, traverse the sandy beach. The storm had ceas'd-its dire effects ap pear'd The shatter'd fragments of the luckless ship, The pallid corses of her hapless crew, Bestrew'd the calmer surface of the deep. Each wave impell'd some human form ashore. The once-lov'd features of an only son Parents recall'd, though time had wrought a change. Wives sought their husbands, children sought their sires, Maidens their lovers. Grief alone was seen In various shapes. Some wrung their hands, Some tore their hair, while some with frenzy rav'd. Some could not weep. The sweetest mourner there, Beside a youthful corse poor Mary knelt. heart, In silent sorrow wrapt, knew no relief. tears Cours'd down her cheeks. She look'd around amaz'd, To find that misery reign'd in other hearts In the wide world without one friend!" she cried. A smiling cherub on her breast repos'd— left, Dear image of thy sire, to bless my sight, For thee I'll live. I am a mother still!" W. S. Printed by L. Harrison, 373, Strand. WANSTEAD-HOUSE, THE SEAT OF WILLIAM POLE TILNEY LONG by a ball-room, which measures 64 building, qualify Wanstead to rank with the first-rate English mansions. THIS magnificent mansion was designed by Colin Campbell, in the year 1705, and built under his direction for Sir Richard Child, afterwards Earl Tilney. It ranks decidedly among the highest class of English mansions, as regards its style of architecture, finishing, and magnitude,||ists, coupled with the grandeur of the or its interior decorations. It extends in front about 260 feet, while the depth is 80 feet. It consists of a centre, with two uniform wings; the former embellished by a noble pediment, supported by six columns of the Corinthian order, resting on a bold projecting basement. This com- The principal or western front is municates by a double flight of steps further embellished and assisted in to the great hall and saloon, magni- its imposing effect by stone parapets ficent in size and splendid in deco- and detached obelisks, which, as rations: these again communicate viewed from the grounds, have a fine with the state apartments, which ex- appearance. The Tilney arms in tend along the entire front. The bold basso-relievo grace the tympawhole of the south front is occupied || num of the pediment; while a medalVol. III. No. XVII. Beneath the grand entrance is the entrance to the sub-hall, supported by eight stone pillars of the Ionic order: this communicates right and left with the offices on the ground-floor. L L lion portrait of the architect, cut in stone, is placed over the door to the great hall. The eastern front has, as well as the western, a central pediment; bút this, in accordance with the best specimens of Italian edifices, is subordinate to the principal front, being raised on six three-quarter columns, with a stone terrace, inclosed by a balustrade, which extends only in front of the grand saloon. This edifice occupies the site of an ancient house, which ranked royal and noble inmates among its proprietors; for it had been possessed by Sir William Mildmay, George Marquis of Buckingham, King James I. Charles Blount, Earl of Devonshire, and Robert Rich, Earl of Leicester. This house being found inadequate to the domestic establishment of Sir Richard Child, he caused it to be pulled down, and replaced by the present splendid structure, which too can boast of its royal and noble occupants; for it afforded a retreat for the present royal family of France during their exile. It was here the Prince Regent, with a noble party, met to congratulate the Marquis, now Duke of Wellington, on his return from the glorious campaign in Spain and Portugal. distant country. The home scene is rich in fine timber, and the immediate vicinity of the house gay and fragrant with flowering shrubs. A fine vista extends from the eastern front to the river Roding, a pleasing stream, that adds considerably to the beauty of the grounds, being formed into a spacious sheet of water in the midst of the woods: an extensive grotto decorates the margin, and is said to have cost upwards of 20007. Our View of this fine Mansion is from the west, near the principal entrance to the park: the avenue from this entrance is intercepted by the circular piece of water shewn in the view, around which, on either side, the drive continues to the house. In the year 1735, a Roman tesselated pavement was discovered in this park in high preservation: it was composed of brick tesseræ, of various sizes and colours. In the centre was the representation of a man on a beast. Several coins were found with it: some of the Emperor Valens. It measured about 16 feet by Not far distant from the pavement were discovered some brick foundations, with fragments of urns, Roman coins, pateræ, and other specimens of ancient art. 20. We have described this splendid mansion as it appeared when our view of it was taken: it is now no more. The house itself and the mag The whole of this property came into the possession of the Wellesley family by the marriage, in 1812, of Mr. Long Wellesley to Miss Cathe-nificent furniture were soon afterrine Tilney Long, daughter and heir-wards ordered by the owner to be sold ess of Sir James Tilney Long, Bart. Besides the Wanstead property, this lady possessed in her own right fine and extensive estates in Essex, Wilts, Hants, Yorkshire, and Dorsetshire. The park is spacious and well wooded, particularly to the east, where its forest-like appearance has `a fine effect, breaking away into the by public auction. Mr. John Robins of Regent-street, late of Warwickstreet, began the sale the 10th June, 1822; it ended 23d July, and produced 41,3801. Os. 3d. The mansion was sold also by auction by the same gentleman, on the 12th May, 1823, and produced 10,000l. It has since been pulled down, 251 DELAFORD PARK, SEAT OF C. CLOWES, ESQ. THIS seat is an elegant quadrangu- || bellishments is a circular Portico to the principal front, as represented in the annexed Engraving: it is powerful for the edifice, but, as seen beneath the trees that overhang the drive, it has a fine effect. The grounds are pleasing, and highly decorated with wood to the rear of the house, extending to the banks of the Colne. This river adds considerably to the beauty of the grounds, and, as seen from the principal apartments, its suavity has a pretty effect. Combin lar building, situated on rising ground, that overlooks the river Colne, in the parish of Iver. It was the residence of Sir Wm. Young, Bart. a man whose liberality and benevolence will long be remembered at Iver, from his attention to the poor, and from some useful works projected and executed at his sole expense, of which we need only mention the bridge over the Colne and a poor-house. After Sir William, Mr. Shergold became the proprietor, and he sold it to Lord Kil-ed with the village church, that morey, of whom it was purchased by the present owner. Since it has become this gentleman's property, he has with great taste made several additions. One of the principal em crowns the brow of the hill which rises to the right, it adds considerably to the beauty of that part of the country. A LESSON FOR FATHERS. MONSIEUR ARMAND was a widow- || mired Emily. He was willing to er with only one child, a daughter, for whose sake he often declared he never would marry again. His Emily, as she grew up, seemed disposed to make every return for this sacrifice; for she frequently declared, that it was her resolution never to marry, because she would not take upon her duties which must interfere with those she owed her dear papa. The resolutions of fifteen are seldom so stable as those of fifty, at least it was so in this case: M. Armand remained single, but his daughter married; and her marriage furnished the strongest proof of the affection of her doting father. M. le Comte d'Orfeuille, a gentleman of noble birth, but small fortune, saw and ad overlook her being the daughter of a negotiant, and raise her to the dignity of a comtesse, but he required what he called a little sacrifice on the part of M. Armand: this little sacrifice was to make over his whole fortune to his daughter. The doting father, who looked upon his Emily as being in herself a pearl above price, rejected the proposition with disdain. The comte protested he was in despair, but his love for Mademoiselle Armand would never permit him to lead her to the altar unless he could support her as his wife ought to be supported, and this could not be done unless M. Armand complied with his desire. M. Armand declared that he never would: LL2 |