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Bpeak, stubborn Earth, and tell where, O where
devotion to, beauty, whether of the world around or the universe Hast thou a symbol of her golden hair; :
within,---of nature or man's soul, -and which is the element Not oat-sheaves drooping in the western sun;
wherein the poet " lives, moves, and has his being." In most Not-thy soft hand, fair sister ! let.me shun
other poets, this influence, in a pure unmingled state, is less Buch follying before thee-yet she had,
discernible ; their beautiful passages are not so frequent in propor. Indeed, locks bright enough to make me mad;
tion to the entire amount of their writings as his; they do not And they were simply gordian'd up and braided,
affect us with so great a sense of freshness, and they are truly Leaving, in naked comeliness, unshaded,
passages to something : whereas, with him, the beautiful is its own Her pearl-round ears, white nock, and orbed brow;
great reward,—its stream, as in the poem we have been noticing, The which were blended in, I know not how,
winds through his pages "at its own sweet will,” luxuriating in With such a paradise of lips and eyes,
the pleasant verdure, the bright flowers, and the serene sky, in the Blush-tinted cheeks, half smiles, and faintest sighs,
bright shapes and the intoxicating enchantments of the faery-land
through which it is passing, and where it would be content for That, when I think thereon, my spirit clings
ever to stay.
PHENOMENA OF CLOUDS.
Among the natural appearances near the equator, we noticed
the fixidity, and the varied configurations of the clouds in fine Than those of sea-born Venus, when she roso
weather. We see them moulded into every diversity of form, and From out her cradle shell. The wind outblows
of a texture so dense, that they seem as if they were destined to be Her scarf into a fluttering pavilion:
permanent decorations of the evening sky. 'Connected with this "T is blue, and over-spangled with a million
circumstance is a superior brilliancy of colouring,-blue, red, and
umber colour, in all their life and freshness. These effects Of little eyes, as though thou wert to shed Over the darkest, lushest blue-bell bed,
appear to vary as the mean temperature, and, consequently, are
proportional to the cosine of the latitude. These clouds are not Handfuls of daisies."
only the glory of the heavens, but the children and pledges of fine Here is a corresponding picture, and both may hang together in weather. Their structure is due to electricity, excited by a change that palace of the Soul the poets from all time have been decking of temperature; for they are seen in the hottest weather, and out for that noblest of sovereigns. The subject is Adonis, who, never pass into the form of a rain-cloud without thunder and after his death by the boar, was again restored to life, “ each lightning. Clouds, in general, afford the best hints for predicting summer time," by Jove, in pity to the entreatings of Venus, and, the state of the weather in time to come ; and when we study by her care, is he thus watched and tended during his long sleep. them with a reference to the weight of the atmosphere, and the After Endymion had
relative heat of the invisible vapour, they will prove almost infal.
lible guides in this respect. In pursuing our observations, we must “ a thousand mazes overgone,
not forget the effect which their site upon the imaginary sphere At last, with sudden step, he came upon
has upon their appearance. To deduce their real from their A chamber, myrtle-wallid, embower'd high,
apparent form, is a problem which every student in meteorology Full of light, incense, tender minstrelsy,
must solve for himself; though I think he will find some assistAnd more of beautiful and strange beside :
ance by attending to the following, which are the more worthy of For, on a silken couch of rosy pride,
his acceptance, as I am not aware that any one has hitherto taken In midst of all, there lay a sleeping youth,
any notice of the subject. Let a semicircle be described, with a Of fondest beauty; fonder, in fair sooth,
radius of three or four inches; draw the diameter, and then upon Than sighs could fathom, or contentment reach :
the arc 5°, 45°, and 90°, depict loose sheets of vapour, in lines And coverlids, gold-tinted like the peach,
parallel with the diameter, and similar in density to each other. Or ripe October's faded marigolds,
If the eye be supposed to be at the centre, and a line be drawn Fell sleek about him in a thousand folds.
from it to the arc, it will be obvious how the same cloud may assume the shape of cirro-cumulus, cirro-stratus, and stratus,
just as it happens to be over-head, at middle altitude, or near the Bideway his face reposed
horizon. He will perceive, from the diagram I have suggested, On one white arm, and tenderly unclosed,
that, at 45°, the visual line does not fall upon the farther edge of By tenderest pressure, a faint damask mouth
the sheet, but runs obliquely across it; two things which, taken To slumbery pout; just as the morning south
together, will account for the even texture and greater density in Disparts a dew-lipp'd rose. Above his head,
the lower parts of the cumulo-stratus. A little theory and a little Four lily stalks did their white honours wed
practice will show how much clouds may be modified by their To make a coronal; and round him grew
situation, and the importance of taking this matter into account Al tendrils green, of every bloom and huo,
when we register or reflect upon what we see in the heavens. Together intertwined and trammellid fresh :
The theory of Hutton, that clouds are formed by the meeting The vine of glossy sprout; the ivy mesh,
together of currents differing in temperature, is almost a matter of Shading its Ethiop berries; and woodbine,
daily experience; and we see an inverse but a beautiful proof of Of velvet leaves and bugle-blooms divine ;
it, in the disappearance of those highly electric clouds which we Convolvulus in streaked vases flush ;
described at the beginning of this paragraph. We have sad that The creeper, mellowing for an autumn blush;
they do not pass into the nimbus without explosion ; yet they
vanish oftentimes as the temperature of the day rises, and supplies And virgin's-bower, trailing airily;
them with an element, to the lack of which they owe their origin. With others of the sisterhood. Hard by
But, though unseen by us, they have not, perhaps, wholly lost Stood serene Cupids watching silently.
their composition, but are ready to resume their fantastic but One, kneeling to a lyre, touch'd the strings,
lovely forms, as soon as the additional spring is drawn from them Muffling to death the pathos with his wings;
by that decline of temperature which ushers in the evening. The And, over and anon, uprose to look
belief that they are in regions near the equator, still existent, At the youth's slumber; while another took
though invisible to the eye, is supported by the shortness of the A willow bough, distilling odorous dow,
time in which they form or disappear in the finest weather, when And shook it on his hair ; another flew
no traces of counter-currents, or any atmospheric disturbance, can In through the woven roof, and fluttering-wise
be seen. The connexion between lightning, or “ light,” and the Rain'd violets upon his sleeping eyes."
nature of clouds, is adverted to in the book of Job, and their use
in the economy of second causes touched upon with great beauty Our quotations have been long, but how could we shorten them? and inimitable accuracy; so that, when we pry into and admire In the passages we have now laid before our readers will be seen
the formation of these meteoric bodies, we do it under the counthe intensely poetical character of Keats' poetry; by that we mean tenance and with the encouragement of the very highest authority. the full, luxuriant, almost riotous enjoyment of, and single-hearted— Voyage of the Himmaleh.
to practise—the fore-wheel of my vehicle— I was in a full trotA CHAPTER OF ACCIDENTS, BY A LAME
quarrelled with a tree that stood in its way, got the worst of it, and GENTLEMAN.*
broke short off. Its trotter behind took up the quarrel like a true Some months since, I blended pleasure with business, and took brother, and the consequence was, I was pitched out into the road
trip to Louisville. After spending three or four days in that with much less ceremony than a carter unloads his cart. My better hospitable city, most delightfully, I embarked on board the steam half, my crutch, kept its seat and bounced up, I thought with a boat Mary-I use a fictitious name, and, like the lord of poets, “I spirit of rejoicing and devilry, delighted, no doubt, to get rid of a have a passion for the name of Mary,''--to return to Cincinnati. burden that I had compelled it to carry for years—a burden which, All was bustle on board—the captain was hurrying to and fro among unlike Æsop's, grew heavier on the journey. Crutch and I have the hands, uttering strange oaths, and vowing that he must be of never been friends since. In taking a long walk, after this event, before the other boats.
it bruised my arm so terribly, that I have been an invalid for five Ah ! a race on the carpet-or, to speak without metaphor, on months. This infused into my arm a spirit of nubtration. It ran the river—thought I, and as one on crutches, unless he has certain up the single star, at once, and vowed it would not bear the weight powers possessed by the devil on two sticks, which for his soul's of the whole body-that it was not made for that purpose, and sake he had better not have, unless he has the gift of Asmodeus, wouldn't and couldn't. I had several times threatened this unruly if any accident happens, is just in as bad a predicament as the live member with dismemberment, but it knows very well it is bruised liest imagination, expatiating on our western waters, could possibly too near the shoulder for that, and is, like South Carolina, too fancy. I cannot swim, thought l-it will be a tempting of mis- close a part and parcel of my body to entertain many fears on that fortune-I'll quit the boat. I passed out of the cabin to carry this
In fact, I played politician with it, and brought in a comresolution into effect, and beheld the firemen pitching the huge promise till I have agreed not to use the crutch until my arm gets logs into the furnace, as though they were so many Lilliputian well, and to endeavour to contrive some other means of walking. splinters. The heat from the apparatus passed over my face like For amusement, and to get rid of ennui, in the mean time, I the breath of the scirocco. At this instant the steam gave a hiss scribble. But, where was I in my story?--Ab! away went the horse full of fumy fury-it seemed to me the premonitory symptom of a with the broken carryall, my crutch driving, while I lay in the bursted boiler ; just as the hiss of a snake is the avant-coureur of a road, happily unhurt, but, like King Darius, “ deserted in my bite. I could not pass that boiler ; it was impossible. While i utmost need.". In an instant I recovered myself
, and called out
The stood eyeing it-irresolute- I heard the paddles splash in the wo! wo!" in the most commanding tone I could assume. water, and the boat moved under me—we were on our way. I now
horse stopped, but, you may devend, I had a hop of it to reacb hurried into the cabin, determined to get the sternmost berth, him. number one-the farthest off from the boiler- and ensconce myself
Some one of old boasted to one of the philosophers, which one in it until supper; and then I could just pop out, and take the
was it? I forget,—that he could stand longer on one leg than any nearest seat at the table.
man in the country : “That you may," replied the philosopher, When I opened the book to set my name down to number one,
“ but a goose can beat you." Now, the fact is, I can beat the 10 ! every berth was taken but number ten, the nearest of all to the best goose of the whole of them : and this is something to brag of, boiler.
when we remember that these sublime birds saved the now “ There must be some mistake about this," said I, aloud, “I mother of dead empires," then in her high and palmy state, by believe I took number one."
cackling. A good many cackle now-a-days in vain, to save our “ No mistake at all, sir,” exclaimed a thin, dyspeptic old man,
state ; but, gentle reader, they are not geese. And, my fellowstarting up from a chair which stood jam against the door that led citizens, if you think I have any qualities for saving the stateto the stern of the boat ; "no mistake at all, sir, I came three which our statesmen want, though even geese bad them of old, hours ago and took the berth --I have no idea of being near that but they were Roman gecse, and the last of the Romans, both of boiler! Did you see that account in the paper this morning of geese and men, rests in peace—if you think I have any qualities the bursting of the boiler of the Return! Horrible! horrible!”.
for saving the state, be it known to you, that I have adopted the Here the conversation among the passengers turned upon such motto of various elevated, disinterested patriots of our country, accidents, and we talked ourselves into a perfect fever. Every jar viz.-“ neither to seek nor decline office. I have a right to jest of the boat- and somehow the boats on the western waters have a
with my misfortunes,—it is the best way to bear them. knack at jarring-seemed to be the last effort of the boiler to con
I had to lead my old horse up to the broken carryall to mount tain the boiling-waters within. I tried to philosophize :-I began him. He feared to look on what he had done, like Macbeth ; and to think about Napoleon, and to reason myself into a belief of the ghost of Banquo never startled the thane more, than did that desting. I always was something of a predestinarian. “ But con- ghost of a vehicle my steed. How he curveted, twisted, turned, found it !" thought I, just as I was settling down into a futalism kicked up! At last I mounted him, and shared, with my crutch as doubtless as a Mussulman, " if I had quitted this boat, or even
and the harness, the honour of a ride into Dayton. got bertb number one, it would certainly influence my destiny
In this way I entered that town for the first time, and drew up should that boiler burst."
at Browning's in a state of grotesque dignity, I ween, that has I determined to try once more to get the berth, and I addressed seldom been surpassed. the old codger again : but in vain. He vowed he would leave the
I chewed the cud of this incident for some time, and then boat–be put ashore, before he would give up number one. He, I thought of another. The winter before last, I was returning from discovered, had never been out of sight of his own chimney before, Columbus in the mail-stage. We had passengers,—a reverend and had often sat in its snug corner and read of steamboat acci- gentleman, who, with myself, occupied the front seat. He was dents. He had a decided taste for such things. A connexion near
one of the biggest parsons you ever saw. Opposite to the reverend Wheeling had left him a piece of property, of which he was going gentleman sat a Daniel Lambert of a Pennsylvanian,-one of your to take possession, and, I verily believe, the price of it could not
corn-fed fellows. He believed emphatically that Major Jack have induced him to change berths with me.
Downing was as true-and-true a man as ever wrote a letter, and Habit is everything. By the time I had despatched more cups his political bias led him to remark, that "ho didn't think the of coffee than I choose to tell of, and more eggs and bacon than major was any great shakes after all.” Alongside of the Pennsylmight, under other circumstances, have been compatible with the vanian, face to face with your humble servant, was a young man health of a dyspeptic, for such I was, and seated myself on the with demure features, saving and excepting a twinkling eye. stern of the vessel, with a fragrant cigar, watching the setting sun
was a southerner, he said, travelling for his health. On the back as it threw a gorgeous hue on the glittering waters. By this time, seat sat an old and a young lady, with an elderly respectable. by a process of ratiocination with which, I fear, the sensual had looking man between them. The young lady was like a dream of more to do than the intellectual man, I had partly reconciled poetry: ber features were finely formed, and her eyes were the myself to the dangers that encompassed me.
most expressive and intelligent I ever beheld. She mechanically I discovered that the other boats were out of sight, and I began |-- from the impulse of good feeling-stretched out her band to to reflect that every situation has its pleasures, as well as perils. take my crutch, as I ascended the steps of the stage ; and, remem, And there arose, vividly to my mind, the fact that when, not a very bering Dr. Franklin's tale of the deformed and handsome leg.-1 long time previous, I was approaching Dayton, through the woods, often have cause to remember it, and I promised it a testz-I felt in a carryall, all alone by myself, as an Irishman would say, with á an instinctive admiration for the fair lady. greater desire for a straight course than the trees would allow me
We were soon dashing along, not on the best roads in the
world. I like to observe character: I'd shut Shakspeare any day, • From the Gift of 1839.
and turn a deaf ear to Booth any night, though representing his
The less hurt."
best character, to hold converse with an original in the lobby. I sat Dean Swift's proverb,—it gave consolation to him to whom the in silence, and listened to the talk of my travelling companions for dean addressed it, but none to me : a mile or two, when I made up my mind as to their characters.
“ The more dirt, My mind was made up from the first as to the fair lady. In coming to a fine prospect, I caught her eye glancing over it, and I The big parson fell right on me! Do you wonder that I felt commenced, gently, to expatiate upon it. I made a hit- I thought myself sinking into the mud! I seized time, as I was rapidly disI would. We broke out at once into a cantering conversation, in appearing, as I thought, altogether, to ask the fair lady if she was which our imaginations sported and played on the beauties of the hurt? She was not, she assured me, and, in a plaintive voice, poets and of Dame Nature. I tried to find out who she was, but inquired if I was? There is consolation, thought I, in that tone, you must remember I had to deport myself with great delicacy and if I should sink to the centre of the earth ; and when I reflected tact-she was an accomplished, young, and most beautiful woman, how muddy I was, I contracted myself into as small a compass as and I was merely a stage-coach acquaintance, without not only possible, determined to disappear. Here the Virginian called out the pleasure of an introduction, but ignorant of her name. These in a long angry voice, which satisfied us that he was not killed, parsons beat us young men out and out ; for, when we stopped to though he felt himself in danger. dine, the reverend gentlemen took a seat by the fair lady, in the “Halloo, Pennsylvany! are you never going to get off of me?" corner on the left-hand side of the fireplace; and they carried on The sleeper was not yet fairly awake. a conversation, in a low voice, for some time. I began to form a “Don't swear, don't swear !” said the preacher, persuasively, bad opinion of the whole tribe of black coats, and to think them and, making a stepping-stone of my frail body, he got through the no better than " the gentleman in black, with the black waistcoat, window. The Pennsylvanian used the body of his neighbour for inexpressibles, and silk stockings, black coat, black bag, black- the same purpose-engulfed him—and followed after the parson. edged papers tied with black tape, black smelling-bottle and snuff- The fair lady was unhurt, and (not to be too particular) we all got box, and black guard," whose adventures have lately been pub- safely out. And-and, no matter—it's no use for a man to make lished. Well, thought I, if I were an old limb of the law, instead himself too ridiculous—I shall not commit a suicide on my own of a young one, I might play old Bagsby with him, but I am not, dignity– I forgot my situation but for a moment, and that was in and I was interrupted agreeably in these reflections by the observing the parson by the roadside on his knees, with his clasped reverend gentleman, or the “gentleman in black," leaving the fair hands uplifted, and his hat reverently cast aside. I forgot my lady, and walking to the other side of the room to the fireplace, situation but for that one moment, and in that one moment my for there was a fireplace in both ends of the room, -and commenc- opinion of the parson was entirely changed. ing a conversation with the elderly gentleman and lady seated there. The stage was uninjured ; in ten minutes we were on our way, I was left tête-à-tête with the fair lady, and divers and sundry I-I-I can jest with some of my misfortunes—with my crutch; things were said by both of us not necessary to record. How fast but there are some misfortunes a man can't jest with. the time flew! I felt a cold chill as the driver entered the room. In about half an hour, the stage stopped at a neat farm-house, We arose ; he said " he was sorry to have kept us so long, but he and the fair lady with her companions left us, but not before Í was having the wheels of the stage greased, the former driver had seized an opportunity of uttering, notwithstanding my discomfiture, Deglected it, and his horses couldn't stand it." “So long!”-I in my very best manner, one or two compliments that had more sat down-you know my feelings—and I hoped, and hope, my fair heart in them than many have uttered to many a fair acquaintcompanion did not regret a great deal the delay.
ance of many years' standing. Long ere this, of course, I had discovered the lady was as intel- When we were on our way again, I learned from the parson that ligent as she was beautiful, and I offered her a newspaper I had (he had caught it all between the two fireplaces where we stopped put in my pocket at Columbus, that I might read for the third to dine,-it gave me serious notions of reading divinity,)—that the time a beautiful tale which it contained. The editor of the paper fair lady was travelling under the protection of the old lady and praised the story very highly, and I commended his taste and the gentleman, who were distantly connected with her. She was on public's.
her way home from boarding-school in Philadelphia ; she had “What is the name of the tale?" asked the lady.
stopped at a relative's. Her parents lived at (a great dis"Constancy,'
.'" said I : “I fear it is but a day-dream-but tance, thought I.) She was the authoress, he told me, of “ Conthe story is beautifully told-and I hope the author, if ever he has stancy." a love affair, may realise it."
Not long after this little event, I received a newspaper, the She blushed, and asked me to read it. I pride myself somewhat direction-my address in full-written in a fair delicate hand, (a upon my reading-I had a motive, you see, for offering the hand meant for a crow-quill and gilt-edged paper,'') containing a
" newspaper,—and in a voice just loud enough for her to hear, I beautiful story “ by the authoress of Constancy.” complied.
it possible for my name to look as well as it did in that direction. We were soon seated in the stage again, rattling away. The Whenever I travel, and often, often when I don't travel, and am Peunsylvanian had eaten to sleepiness ; hé nodded and' nodded an invalid as now, that fair lady is the queen of my imagination ; fore and aft. The young man beside him, with a face as grave as but a cloud always passes over my face, (I've looked into the glass the parson's, would every now and then slily tip his hat, so as and seen it,) and another over my heart, (I feel it now,) whenever sometimes to cant it nearly off; at which the unsuspecting sleeper I think of the branch by the Yellow Springs. Yet, in spite of the would rouse up, replace his beaver, cast his eye to the top of the upturning, even on board of the boat, in the fear of a boiler's stage, as if he wondered if a bounce of the vehicle could have bursting, when her image crossed my mind, gone were the dangers pitched him so high, and then nod again.
around me. The smoke ascended from my cigar, not in a puff We changed horses at the Yellow Springs, still keeping up a like the steam from the boiler, but soothingly, lingeringly, pla. brisk fire of conversation. I did my best to beat the preacher ; cidly ;—it curled above my head like a dream of love. I fixed my but these preachers are bad men to deal with,—they stand on a eye on the rapidly varying landscape, and renewed a vow I have place Archimedes wanted ; for while I was musing upon some often made, (and I always keep my vows,) that if-bah! your fairy thought the fair lady had uttered, the reverend gentleman, or “if” is a complete weathercock of a word, a perfect parasite to " the gentleman in black," took advantage of the pause, and your hopes and to your fears, used by all, faithful to none, a proposed that we should sing a hymn! I have no voice in the sycophant, but I must use it,-if I ever-no matter—if it turns world—I mean for singing, and, with a jaundiced mind, I thought up as hope-I'll make a pilgrimage to the shrine of that fair lady, at once the reverend gentleman wished to show off. I asked him though I go to the uttermost parts of the earth. rather abruptly if he was married! he smiled peculiarly-I didn't like his smile-moved his head—I couldn't tell whether it was a
TRANSLATION OF THEKLA's song, IN SCHILLER'S PICCOLOMINI. shake or nod, and gave out the hymn.
The oak-woods crash, the storm-clouds flee; Just as you pass the Yellow Springs, on your way to Cincinnati, The maiden, she wanders by the sea ; is a branch, which, at this particular time to which I allude, was While the wild waves roll with might, with might, very muddy. We descended into it in full drive-the ladies and Hark! she sings forth to the murky night ;the parson in full voice-and sweetly sounded the fair lady's. I
See, tears have dimm'd her eye! was just watching her upturned eye, that had the soul of the When the heart is withered, what is there more ? hymn in it, when the fore-wheel on my side entered a mud-hole The empty world hath not a wish in store. up to the hub, and over went the stage! Were there bones I have lived I have loved-why longer roam ? broken? you ask. Bones broken! I would have compromised Thou Holy One! call the wanderer home; the case, and used a dozen crutches. We had a verification of
Now suffer thy child to die.
of Bushy Park, the channel by which we approach our haven. WALKS IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD OF LONDON.
The fields have been growing greener and greener as we approach,
and here we burst upon a glorious avenue. A wide gravel walk, We have been too long at home, and must once more don our in length the full third of a mile, flanked on each side by magpi. walking shoes, and, in the right pleasant company of our gentle ficent chesnuts, and then by treble ranks of fine wych elms. And reader, leave behind us the murky atmosphere of the great city, see, on the left hand beyond the elms, that long line of ancient and inhale vigour of body and freshness of soul from the balmy air hawthorns, glorifying the fern among which the deer are grazing. of a May morning. And whither shall we bend our steps ? Shall Let us sit down on this bench. We can go no further ; for our we seek the gipsies of Norwood, or go botanizing and butterfly souls are rapt in the melody that resounds from every tree; each is hunting on the breezy hills of Hampstead, and pursue our re- peopled with birds rejoicing in the beauty of spring : their voices searches, with the learned Pickwick, upon the nature of the tittle- awaken sweet respondent chords in the breast, and we feel the bats in the seven far-famed ponds ? No;-these we will visit harmony of nature. some other time; but let us devote this splendid day to the ancient But we must yield no longer to this enchantment : proceed we palace of kings at Hampton, where art and nature are combined up the avenue. Ha! what is this? We cannot call it a lake, yet to please, and where (thanks to the growing good sense of the can we offer so great an indignity to a circular piece of water, in times) the public are permitted to wander about at pleasure, free whose centre, perched on an antiquated (not an antique) pedestal, from the vexatious annoyance of a ciceronizing housekeeper, gaping a gilded goddess proudly lifts her head, the guardian of the-pond, for fees, and hurrying visitors through rooms, which require days we must term it, albeit it savours of the bathos. fully to examine, in the space of an hour.-Now comes the weighty But we have arrived at one of the gates of Hampton Court. question, how shall we go? Shall we walk the full distance of Grim lions grin upon the pillars, but we undauntedly pass on. thirteen miles, as the fittest preparation to a day of joyous fatigue, Yet hold. See where, all benignantly, the sign of the King's Head bodily and mental ? (for the contemplation of beauty, natural and invites us. Our walk has made us hungry; let us, unless you pictorial, becomes at length fatiguing ;)-shall we preface such a bave providently stored your pockets with “provant," prove the day by tiring ourselves with the weary traverse of a dusty road? good cheer of mine host, and, thus refreshed, pass onward reBy no means. Three ways to Hampton are open to us ; let us joicing. choose the best for the purpose we have in hand. Shall we take Bushy Park, in the full summer season, often presents a scene coach or omnibus the whole way? Shall we go to Richmond by of much pleasant merriment and enjoyment. It is lawful then to land or water, and thence proceed to Hampton Court, or shall we spread the sylvan feast, the laughter-inspiring pic-nic ; and here go by omnibus to Isleworth, and thence take our "departure," as resort the citizens of all degrees,—some in the dignified barouche, the seamen say, when they begin their reckoning on a voyage ? bearing with them cold chickens and champagne ; others, in more Let us not crowd too many pleasures into a brief space of time, or humble vans, contenting themselves with bread-and-cheese and we shall not enjoy any of them fully. Let us leave Richmond to a porter. But there they all take up their rest under the greenwood future day, and not sully its beauties by making them the stepping tree, and pleasantly disport themselves on the soft turf ; and when stone to our main object. But, remember, we are pedestrians, and the feast is done, as they repose in the cool shade, and watch the it would disgrace our pretensions to ride all the way. We will moving shadows as the gentle summer wind wafts to and fro the then go by way of Isleworth, and passing Kensington, Hammer- light boughs above their heads, while the full chorus of birds smith, Turnham Green, and Brentford, we at length panse at a makes glorious music, the kindly feelings of their hearts are stirred, turning a little beyond the turnpike, and tread the earth with a and we doubt not that many a man has forgiven an enemy, moved feeling of independence. It is well to put the thoughts of the by the sweet influences of the beauty of nature. If such be the country out of your head till now, when the city-like omnibus effect upon the cold and stern, what is it on the young and tender passes away, and with it fly all thoughts of smoky London ; but the heart? Soft whispers, “wood-notes wild," have often been mur. sweet scent of the wallflowers, so plentiful in the gardens for miles mured in those shades, and low sweet voices answered to the plea, on the road, bave well prepared us for the full enjoyment of the Many a marriage dates from Bushy Park. But all this while we perfumed breeze. Summon up your energies, my kind companion, are forgetting Hampton. and let us go joyously along the road; we meet with some dust, We enter the gardens of the palace by the iron gates, and but the hedges are green and greener as we advance. We feel a proceeding through the walks, pass by a door in the wall to a broad difference in the air. It is more balmy, and our spirits begin to gravel-walk, running immediately before the eastern front of the dance within us. See that country-house : its hospitable hall, palace, and extending from the Kingston road on the north to the with door wide open ; and see the vista through the glass door at banks of the Thames on the south. Before we go in, let us walk the end,—the true old-fashioned comfortable garden. We could down towards those gates which open on the road. They are well stop short here, and pass away the day on the smooth-sharen called the Flower-pot Gates, from those carved vases of fruit and lawn, listening to the hum of the bees, and breathing the fresh air flowers, supported by naked boys, surmounting the gate-posts. redolent of sweet odours. Alas ! we know not the owners, and The carving is light and elegant, and the figures well proportioned yet the door is so invitingly and unsuspiciously open! Are we and natural : we have no trace of the artist, but his name is surely only eight miles from London? I thought I was a hundred. On, worthy of remembrance. Turning up this soft turf-walk, let us on! We are at Twickenham. How far to Hampton Court? Four repose for a few moments in this alcove. It is of iron work, and miles, if you go through Bushy Park. Let us push on. Twick elegantly designed ; it looks out upon a beautiful avenue, leading enham has many claims on us, say you. Let us stop an bour, and down to the central approach to the palace. On one side is a view the villa of the poet. No, no, kind reader. Remember we narrow Dutch-like canal, which extends for a considerable distance, are on a voyage, and have no liberty to stop. We set sail from winding and turning among the walks and grounds ; on the other Isleworth, bound to Hampton, having been towed out so far by the is a sunken alley of smooth turf, evidently once a bowling-green ; Omnibus.. No stopping, or the captain is responsible ;—we are beyond, a straight line of flower-beds, bordering the grand terrace the captain, and you must obey orders. Here we arrive in front walk. The whole garden is planned by line and square, and those
yew-trees we perceive in the distance were, in good Queen Mary's We enter the vestibule, a large square hall supported by disprodays, clipped by the shears into fantastic shapes, the pride of the portioned and mean-looking pillars, and separated from the open Dutch gardener's heart. But now the trees have escaped from air by gates of iron-work. The band which on summer evenings their unnatural education, “and shoot and flourish fair and free;" plays in front of the palace, here takes refuge when the heavens the alcove, where queens have reclined, is moss-covered and are unpropitious; and here the presence of a sentinel reminds us neglected, and the palace of the proud Cardinal is but as a show to that we are in a royal mansion. Passing straight through the the multitude. Let us sit down here, and recal for a moment the vestibule, we enter the Fountain Court, a quadrangle surrounded various scenes which have passed in Hampton Court, the creation by a cloistered walk, and in the centre a fountain which would be of the great “ King-cardinal” when in the plenitude of his power. an ornament were there the least attempt at improving its appearWolsey founded Hampton Court in 1515, (he himself, according to ance ; it is, however, no more than a round pool of water, with a tradition, furnishing the designs,) and here he resided several little impertinent jet dancing in the middle on an ugly iron pipe. years in that magnificent style and almost regal pomp, so well But turn round, before you go further, and look back through the described by his faithful chamberlain, Cavendish. His retinue vestibule. The sun is glancing on the smooth walks, and brightnumbered eight hundred persons; and the splendour of his house ening the dusky yew-trees; the fountain, at the bottom of the keeping here, and the magnificence of his entertainments, raised walk, is sparkling; and far beyond, stretching into the recesses of envy in the breast of his royal master, for whose gratification they the forest, is the grand avenue of the Home Park, its distance were displayed. Wolsey politicly quenched the rising feeling of softened by the warm mist rising from the heated earth. It is a dissatisfaction, by declaring that his only intention in erecting so beautiful sight. But we must now turn from the contemplation grand a palace was to provide a fitting present for a king, and that of nature to regard the works of art. Proceeding to the southit was his grace's property; a reply " which gained him much west corner of the quadrangle we find an opening, and an inscripfavour." This transfer was made in 1526, and in return the king tion on the wall informs us that this is the way to the royal presented the cardinal with the palace at Richmond. Menry took apartments ; proceeding a little further, we reach the foot of the much delight in Hampton, and frequently visited it, and here his grand staircase, where a policeman is in waiting to receive son Edward was born, on the 12th October, 1537. This palace umbrellas, sticks, &c. Umbrellas there are none to deliver, for was the scene of the last marriage of the royal Blue Beard. The there is not a cloud in the sky, and the vain support of a stick we nuptial ceremony between him and Catherine Parr was celebrated stout pedestrians despise. at Hampton Court, on the 12th July, 1543.
The walls and ceiling of this staircase are covered with allegoHampton Court long continued to be a favourite resort of our rical figures, painted by Verrio *. Whilst we can scarcely avoid princes. Edward VI. held a chapter of the Garter here, in the laughing at the substantial clouds and ponderous gods and Last year of his reign; and his sister Mary, and her husband Philip goddesses, there is yet much to admire in the excellence of the of Spain, here passed their honey-moon in seclusion. Elizabeth execution, the brilliant clearness and exquisite harmony of the frequently honoured it with her presence ; and it was the scene of colouring. The figures immediately opposite to us, as we stand the celebrated conference between the presbyterian and episcopal at the top of the staircase, representing Flora and Pomona, are clergy, at which “King Jamie" acted as moderator. Queen And especially worthy of attention. And now behold, from a lofty of Denmark, his wife, died here, on the 2d March, 1618. There coor, & man attired in the dress of the metropolitan police, but is a melancholy interest connected with Hampton Court. Charles the freshness of whose garments proves that he is not much I. was brought a prisoner to this palace, which had been a favourite exposed to the pelting of the pitiless storm, or the grillery of a plece of retreat in happier days, and which he had delighted to beat on the sunny side of the street,t steps forth and offers us a adorn with the pictures collected and arranged by his refined taste. “Stranger's Guide to Hampton Court Palace," price sixpence. These were all dispersed when the palace fell into the hands of the It is welcome, and we willingly disburse, and enter the guard. parliament, and those now hanging on the walls have been collected room, hung all around "with pikes, and guns, and " no not by his successors. The prezent state of Hampton Court, its “bows,” but bandoliers, a piece of the musketeer's equipment grounds and gardens, is the work of William III. The situation now antiquated. There are a few pictures in this room, but none of the place suited his taste ; he made it his favourite residence, of any great merit. A view of the Colosseum at Rome, said to and caused the gardens to be arranged in the Dutch fashion, in be by Canaletti, hangs over the chimney-piece; but if it be formal avenues with clipped hedges, rich flower-beds, and the genuine, it does not redound to that great artist's credit. But indispensable canal. The plan is still the same, although the trees before we leave the room look out of the window,—there is the have been (barbarously, as his ghost would say, could he behold shadowed walk, the “pleached bower" we spoke of. Whilst we look them,) suffered to escape from the shears. Yet there is one green at it, it reminds us of the covered walk of acacias, by the side of walk, arched over by cropped lime-trees, which still shows what Leman lake, which Gibbon paced with pleased satisfaction by the gardens were. We shall see it from the window of the guard moonlight, on the night he finished his great work, in the little room; and now let us walk down the avenue and enter the palace.arbour at the end. From the guard-room we proceed through a Are you chilled by the stone seat? It should be wood, and then long suite of apartments, the whole forming three sides of the the alcove would be perfect.
Fountain Court, and terminating at the north-west corner, where We now stand opposite to the grand entrance. There is little we descend by the Queen's staircase. There is too much to architeotural beauty in the façade, it must be confessed. The brick examine in one day, for the walls are, almost all, covered with wings pierced by numerous windows with heavy white frames do paintings of various degrees of merit, arranged without much not well harmonize with the stone centre; and the three parts attention to order or effect. We will confine our attention to a being all on the same line, there is no relief from the contrast of few of the most attractive, or we shall be weary, and our eyes will light and shade. But there is something, perhaps its extent,
. This artist was born at Naples, 1634. Ho first exercised his art at which impresses us with an idea of magnificence. There is a bas- Thoulouse, and was brought over to England by Charles II., who employed relief on the pediment, intended to represent the triumphs of him in the ernbellishment of Windsor. He was so staunch a Jacobite, that,
after the revolution, he for a long time refused to work for King William. Hercules over Envy, a fact which it is necessary we should be in. + The rooms are under the care of a section of the police, " specially formed of, as otherwise it might be difficult for us to discover it. 'appointed to the service."