antiquities of nations; and would alone be equal to the task of investigating and explaining the antiquities of Mexico and Peru, and the vast continent of America. And most worthy these regions are of all that genius could accomplish in discovery, all that science could lend in light, though her torch were robbed of its divinest rays, and all that munificence could expend in cost, in order that nothing either on the surface of the soil or beneath it, whether physical objects, as vegetable, or mineral, or geological substances, or artificial, as ancient buildings, records of painting and history, and other monuments of the various arts indigenous and underived, peculiar and proper to the original Indians and natives of America, might pass unnoticed or unexplored. Intending now to draw to a conclusion, I may be excused for having offered these few observations. I must, however, first say something of the second engraving, which represents another Mexican cycle of time, consisting of 52 years, which was a period of time which they used in their historical computations, as we do our century. It might then, the slight impropriety of the expression being excused, be called the Mexican century: the various years each had their proper symbols, by which they were distinctly particularised on the stone. I might here say something of the Mexican mode of reckoning, employed on the wheel, but I have no inclination to enter into any difficult digressions. I shall observe, with respect to the engraving of this second cycle, that it is not a copy of a stone, but of a painting, of which Mr. Bullock has the original, which once belonged to the celebrated Boturini, together with some other pictures now in Mr. Bullock's possession; not remarkable, it is true, from the manner, but very remarkable from the subjects of the paintings, and from having formed part of the Mexican museum of the learned, but unfortunate Boturini. But it is not only the antiquarian that will derive gratification from seeing Mr. Bullock's collection; to the naturalist will be presented a much more ample field for contemplation. The western hemisphere, if we can believe description, seems in some parts to be the paradise of the earth. In the formation of some of the vegetable and insect tribes, and in the plumage of the birds of those countries, nature seems to have luxuriated in beauty; the naturalist would only feel hesitation where he should begin his inquiries, so various are the riches that present themselves to his view. Of the gigantic range of the Andes, whose summits are covered with eternal snows, who has examined what are the natural productions? The soil of Mexico teems with the most beautiful and extraordinary vegetable productions.

Mr. Bullock, who spent a year in Mexico, and has just returned, did not forget to bring with him to this country, a most varied collection of specimens of fruits and flowers, and trees of Mexico, modelled in wax and other ingenious ways, perfectly representing the natural object. The Horticultural Society are indebted to him for many species of flowers, never hitherto introduced into this country. The beauty of the humming, and other Mexican, birds, of which he has a great variety, as it would be difficult to imagine, it would be vain to attempt to describe: it is said, however, perhaps by those who would envy America the beauty of her feathered race, that the birds of those countries do not sing-how true this may be I know not: it seems to be mere assertion, without any proof. The two other engravings, which follow those of the cycles of time, are from original pictures drawn in Mexico. Of the particular places represented, the first is a distant view of a mountain, not far from the once famed city of Tezcuco, so celebrated among the Spanish writers; the last King of which, as well as the last Sovereign of Mexico, was most ignominiously, after a long captivity, put to death by Cortes, on some slight and unfounded suspicion of plots against the Spaniards. The city of Tezcuco is still full of ancient monuments, though Robertson declares, in the most unqualified manner, that there were no remains of ancient monuments in all New Spain, or if there were any, some rude, shapeless and unintelligible mounds of earth only. This great and unbecoming mis-statement in Dr. Robertson should be a caution to those who are inclined to imagine, that truth must flow in the channel of polished periods, not implicitly to believe all that they find in the pages of celebrated writers, whose reputation depends much more on the style of their language, than the justice and truth of their observations respecting facts. Dr. Robertson writes at a distance from the facts and scenes which he describes,-he is but too frequently, in what he says, as distant from truth; in fact, even now, the ruins of the palace of Tezcuco bespeak its former grandeur, though many of the stones, which once embellished this edifice of Kings, have found their way into the humble dwellings of the Indians, of which they now compose a part. The mountain, of which a representation is given, is, as I have said, not very distant from Tezcuco: this mountain is covered with the ruins of ancient Indian buildings; at about two-thirds up the mountain is a curious bath hewn out of solid porphyry; the floor has been rent by an earthquake; two stone seats. cut equally in the rock remain associates of the solitude of the