numerous objects which I met with in Switzer- heavy. The moment that the tribe of servants land, its beauty does not shine in my estimation. sees a clean looking man's face, a man withSoon after this we reached Bonn, which is so out moustache, and having unexceptionablo celebrated; and after this passed as flat scenery linen, they say, like the hero of the farce, as anytbing which I ever sailed through in any river. We arrived at Cologne. This town is a

“Bless thy ninsuspecting face." fide one, but the streets are as dirty as any waich I have seen in my travels in Europe. The For having a tub in one's room the extra charge cathedral, if finished, which I suppose is a was one shilling. The foreigners, generally consummation that the most sanguine catholic speaking, seem to have a horror of our practice could scarcely hope to see realized in the same of general ablution; this is quite evident in way as it bas been commenced, will be a grander their domestic arrangements. We went the building than the duomo at Milan, and I should uext day to the village of Mont St. Jean, on think, the finest gothic pile in the world. purpose to visit the far-famed field. The road Nothing on such an extensive scale in that style was well made, and paved with very large stones; of architecture exists. The exterior makes one indeed, so large were they, that I should think lament the likelihood which is forcibly conveyed they must have been very galling to the horses, to one's mind of its remaining unfinished for a feet. The road nearly all the way ran through great number of years. The building in the the wood of Soignés, a very thick forest, and interior is also magnificent ; the choir is rather planted mostly with beech, elms, and oak trees. too much ornamented with gilding. The We had a certain small sum to pay at the gotbic windows are perfect. There are sereral barriers of each village. The children of the niches disfigured with images of the Virgin villagers kept following the carriage, and tumbwith blazoned crowns and gaudy petticoats. ling and vociferating for money; such antics The statues did not strike me as being fine, and and in fact, such improper attitudes, I never I never heard them much spoken of; but the witnessed in any youthful throng. When we air of grandeur about the building is, I think, arrived at the village of Waterloo, a man named unequalled. The gothic windows do not Pearson came up and volunteered his services obscure the sun, but give a mellowness of tint as a guide. We were disappointed in not to the beams of light. We took the train for procuring Sergeant Mundy as such, but his Brussels, and passed through a truly rich services had been pre-engaged long before. abundant and productive country. We re- The collection in possession of the family of marked Liege and its manufactures. When the late Sergeant Cotton was shown us, conwe got to Malines we had to go backwards by sisting of bullets, swords, caps, cuirasses, the the train to Brussels. One of our fellow sword of General McDonald as verified by him, passengers was congratulating himself on the the autographs of many general officers, and ample store of Eau de Cologne which he had the autograph of Napoleon, in exceedingly bad provided for himself and his family when he writing, shells and old uniforms, a snuff-box, got to England. I thought to myself that he presented to Sergeant Cotton by the 73rd had not yet got over the difficulty attending regiment, in consequence

of his having upon


person who charged himself with such remembered to detail their services in his a cargo, and so the event turned out subse-account of the battle which many other writers quently that he had not much reason for self- had overlooked. We went to the farm of congratulation, for when the end of journey Mont St. Jean. We visited the most interestand soyage occurred, he was sorry for baving ing part of the field, the farm of Hougoumont. taken the trouble, as we shall see by-and-bye. The identical wall

, which was so gallantly We took up another passenger at Malines, who defended by our fellows, still exists, perforated was an old man, and commenced his conver- in thousands of places by shots. sation by stating that he hail had some trans- shown the gate also which was shut in the heat actions with the gamblers on the continent, and I of the action by General Mc. Donald. The particularly at Baden Baden. He said: "How- garden we went over, and our guide insisted ever, gentlemen, I must inform you that I am upon our eating some of the fruit which grew not a regular gambler. But I chose to lay out there-greengages. The entrance fee into this a small sum which I could spare at the gaming garden was additional. The hedge, which surtable, which is in great force nightly at the rounded the garden, was shown us as the same latter place. I invested about £25, and after one that stood there on the day of the battle. about a month's stay there, I carried off' a clear We saw the monument erected to Blackman ; profit of one hundred pounds." We arrived at the small chapel in which the walls and the Brussels on the 16th. This place has been crucifix were perforated by shot. Our guide, called a kind of “Brummagem Paris," I think who was a Belgian, talked the English language it is gay, pleasant, and cheerful. The streets in a stiff constrained manner, and found it are well built and clean ; the hotel, opposite a difficult to explain himself; but when I large statue of Godfrey de Bouillon, is a very addressed him in French, he became fluent and fine one, but owing to the influx of the number eloquent enough in that language. He knew of English, the hotel charges, and the bills we were English on our first appearance, and resemble those so much complained of at home. commenced his conversation by telling us that The items of expense are laid on thick and 'the Belgians ran away at the first heavy charge

We were

of the engagement. He showed us the French to the memory of the Prussians who perished in position at La Belle Alliance where Napoleon the battle. The ground occupied by the French, stood. This has a newly-built house on its site; he is also clearly shown. The church at Waterloo showed us also the road which indicates the line is the place where most of the monuments to the of the position of the British infantry—the British are to be seen ; they are mostly plain hollow in which the guards were posted when slabs of marble. There is a house adjoining this they were roused up willingly to their duty, chapel, where the leg of the Marquis of Anglesea which they so manfully performed. Our is buried. The ground surrounding the Belgic cicerone said that at the time of the battle he lion is exceedingly open ; of a clear day the was 16 years of age, and was near the scene, surrounding country can be viewed to great being a native of La Belle Alliance. He advantage from it. In the evening we saw the assisted in burying the dead. I remarked that sergeant, who is the prince of gaides here, and both with him and with the young lady who who I should think would soon realize a fortune. showed off the collection of spoils, was a great There was an old soldier there also with bim, deal of the insinuating time-serving language who had a Peninsular medal as also a Waterloo which belongs to their clique, and wbich they one. Poor fellow ! he seemed also an amateur adopt according to the country or prejudice of guide, but was evidently illiterate. I thought, the hearers. Thus, after we had_inade the when he was talking to us, how many men like circle of the curiosity chamber, two Frenchmen this one, who could not sign their names, who had caine in, and the lady being as conversant in not received qualifications to express themselves that language as in her own, interlarded the whole in any given language, children of the soil unof her discourse with “After all it was only by cultured and untaught, still had behaved so the will of Providence that we came off nobly at our several battle fields. It was the victorious. It was the decree of fate that the hardy, bluff, unlettered sons of the English soil, victory should have turned out as it did. The or the wild half savage Irish, or those of the least fortune of war is not to be combated against.” instructed order among the Scotch, who stood This was calculated to smooth down the bitter the brunt of the battle of Waterloo, who received annoyance which they must have felt at seeing the numerous frightful attacks and charges, the different spoils, relics, and trophies. The which were made, undaunted and unbroken- and Belgic lion marks the spot where the Prince of who closed up undismayed after so many of Orange was wounded. This statue, of which their comrades had fallen victims; and who, so much has been said and written, displays the when the word of command was given them to absurd arrogance, presumption, and ostentation charge, rushed like bull dogs to their work. To of a nation more than any memorial which I use the brief, but emphatic words of the Great ever witnessed. A few houses are built near it, duke, “ The gallantry of the British has con. and at its foot stands a pavilion, in which is a quered Napoleon.” Wellington, amongst his other roulette table. When we entered this pavilion, transcendant excellencies, possessed the art of a middle-aged man, who acted as marker, was speaking to the point, and in few words. Next playing against a young lady, and she was day we went to see the park, and to visit the depositing pretty large sums in gold and silver, different palaces. The former we found_a gay which were nearly always doubled by the turn lively scene well wooded; it was full of English of the ball. At each time of losing, the marker visitors. Brussels itself seems almost half began exclaiming against his bad luck, and English. Thus, those whom we met at dinner hoping that fortune would at some time favour at the Table d'Hote, were all of the mother him, as he had lost mints of money during the country. I addressed a man in the park, who I day. And he stated that Mademoiselle had found was a regular cockney, and did not under. nearly ruined him. I afterwards heard, when I stand a word of French. Certainly, the mode in returned to Brussels, that this was a ruse which which the English travel, and the way that they he used, and the young lady, who was apparently disburse their money, has spoiled the foreigners ; playing for her own fortune, which she appeared it has divested them of the graceful politeness to better so considerably, was in point of fact a and engaging manner which they formerly were confederate in the design of inducing the by- noted for, and in place of it they have learned to standers to bazard their stakes, and was the look on with contempt, and treat with negligence man's daughter. Not a bad spot I should think all who do not travel en prince. The guide book for such speculations, thronged, as it is, by such calls this town "a little Paris.” The cleanliness numbers of English visitors. One visitor, of and the neatness of its streets seemed very whom we were told, paid five pounds for the remarkable after leaving Cologne. The soldiers trunk of the tree which stood at the junction of in different costumes looked generally very well ; the four roads a little way from the monument I thought that the handsomest uniform which I erected to Gordon and to the German legion. saw, was the long blue frock coat and the Another man paid a large sum for the autograph grenadier cap. The gentry all spoke French, and of Byron, which was to be seen in the small that was the prevailing language. The German chapel at Hougoumont. Near the monument or Dutch was mostly confined to the lower of the German legion, was the position of the orders. We were able to take our places cavalry British. The farm house of La haie Sainte from Brussels to London, for the 1st class all is all built up anew. The forest of Fichemont the way was only two pounds three shillings. is seen at a distance; also the monument raised | When we got to Dover we had our baggage

Ere shed upon my path of gloom,
Has 'oped to day life's summer bloom.
Oh! was there one on earth so blest ?
One with such happiness possessed ;
A life so joyless passed before,
With pleasures now, brimmed, running o'er!

examined, and it certainly was more troublesome here than at any of the much abused Austrian, or other government offices which we passed abroad. The searching of boxes and rummaging our clothes, was most tiresome; however, our hardships were as nothing compared with those of the Eau de Cologne man, who had provided, he thought, enough of this highly-prized perfume to serve himself and his family for several months, and found that he was obliged to pay a very large sum for it as soon as it was detected by the custom-house officers. When these officials turned over the contents of all our trunks, bags, and boxes, in their hands, I felt myself very bappy in the consolation of not having done anything to meet with their displeasure. They also demanded a much larger fee for porterage and passing it, than any which we bad paid summing all the

fees up together which we had to pay on the continent. When we arrived near London, such a dingy smoky atmosphere, such myriads of chimney pots and tiles ; so dark, so sombre, so gloomy all appeared, that coming from a sunny and clear climate where one had resided for more than four years, the change was truly wonderful.

Her lovely form my eye surveyed,
In queenly robes and gems arrayed;
The colour of her flaxen hair ;
Her flowing dress of texture rare,
Its silk and rich brocade of gold,
And gems were dazzling to behold,
The sapphire sparkled on her breast,
With diamond wreaths her hair was dressed.

Around her arms so fair and bright,
Receiving, giving back the light,

rarest pearls of price untold,
Whose settings pendant emeralds hold.
But on her hands of pearly white.
No shining circlet met the sight;
Around her shoulders graceful fall
Was loosely hung an Indian shawl.

Her hand in mine she gently laid,
While smiles o'er her fair features played,
She said : Oh! 'tis my greatest joy
Long wished, to find this dearest tie,
The only one of name and race,
To whom I kindred claim can trace;
Into whose hand I come to pour
The wealth I brought from India's shore.


Upon a bright auspicious morn,
As that when Hebe fair was born,
In queenly state descried from far,
As brightly shining as a star.
A dazzling form, whose every trace
Shone forth in loveliness and grace,
Drew near-approached with radiant smile,
And gently pressed my hand the while.
I stood transfixed with mute surprise;
She raised to mine her sparkling, eyes,
And said: “I came from India's strand,
To seek in this my native land,
The last of a once noble race,
Through which thou dost thy lineage trace:
Allied unto that ancient line,
By blood I kindred claim with thine.”

On those bright hours I will not dwell,
Nor longer stay life's tale to tell,
The lights and shades of various hue,
It's changing phases wind us through:
In balmy air and summer skies,
Life was a paradise of joys:
When Winter's chilling blasts swept by,
She shrank and laid her down to die.

And oh! the care, what words can tell,
With which I watched the ebb and swell,
The fitful changes of the tide
Of life, my every thought employed;
Till spring returned, and smiling May
Again lit up life's flickering ray,
And strength, and health, and summer skies,
Brought back the lustre to her eyes.

I heard, I saw. Was I deceived ?
Were ears, were eyes to be believed ?
I gazed upon her beauties rare,
Her graceful form so dazzling fair ;
And then enchanted by her smile,
Her lovely mien, yet queenly style;
Her hand unto my lips I pressed,
And passionately her addressed.
Fair vision of life's brightest day,
Of peerless beauty's sceptered sway s
The fairest of the dazzling throng,
By lovers, or by poets sung.
Those moments spending in thy smile,
Repay the past of care and toil;
For bliss like this I oft have sighed,
Till now such bliss hath been denied.

One eve we in the garden walked,
And o'er life's changes pensive talked,
Amidst the roses then in flower,
She plucked the fairest of the bower.
And made a bouquet white and red,
And careful tied with silken thread;
While sad forebodings in my breast
Forbade my heart to be at rest.

Why was it? Well, I could not tell,
Strange, that with one I knew so well,
Such doubt, such mystery, should remain,
That fancy yet could ne'er explain.
The bouquet to my hand she gave,
And turning round her shawl to save,
It fell, beneath it folded lay

Bright wings, they spread, she flew away !


Far brighter than the brightest dreams That youth or manhood's sunny gleams



Charles Lamb, in one of his fascinating essays, | love, too, for choice modern literature; and says, “I dreain away my life in others' specu- dainty poetry delightech him. I mean not so lations. I love to lose myself in other inen's much Tennysonian jingle as the solid stuff of minds. When I am not walking, I am reading; such as Dryden and Ben Jonson, and Marlowe, I cannot sit and think. Books think for me !" and such-like true poets, men whose sterling

I am, just at this moment, much inclined to literary coin had the ring as well as the shine. dream away an hour or two in others' specu- Well, such a library as such a book-lover could lations also. It is a dark, stormy evening collect with infinite pains during a life-time is without; the driving, dashing rain patters a pro tempore mine, and it is just such an one against the windows, and the wind makes to enjoy; for, although national collections of mournful music among the elm-boughs. books are invaluable, one cannot be said to But within, all is light and peace. The ruddy | luxuriate in them as we do in a snug, wellblaze leaps up, and golden vistas, and glittering assorted chamber of learning. For my part, I caverns and fiery dragons gleam in the glow- never could read to advantage in big halls lined ing coals. On the table stands one of those with learning. A Brobdignagian Bodleian is green-shaded lamps which studious men love, well enough to sit and quote in ; but for enjoyand all around us are books.

ability, commend me to a silent snuggery like Books from the floor to the ceiling ; books this. on shelves over doors ; books in niches; books So wrapped up am I in "measureless coo on the Oxford reading-table; books on the tent,” that I fancy if the cricket chirping on the bureau-cover; books on the sofa ; books on hearth were to become a visible fairy and offer the dovr, and heaped up confusedly in corners ; m2 a crown, I do not think I would accept it. books on the mantle-piece; books, indeed, I do not sigh for greatness of that kind, but wherever one can be conveniently or incon- kings have sighed for learned repose. Stay: veniently put. Next the floor are stately old here in this splendid fourth edition of Barton's folios, some in ancient veritable boards, with Anatomy of Melancholy,” wbich I handle huge ridges on their broad backs, brazen hasps lovingly, we read that “King James, in 1605, on their covers, and some rare ones, to which when he came to see our Universitiy of Oxford, are attached links of the broken chain which and, amongst other ædifices, now went to view once confined them to the shelves of some sus- that famous library, renewed by Sir Thomas picious old library. Over these are the quartos; Bodley, in imitation of Alexander, at his depar. then comes a row of octavos; and the higher ture brake out into that noble speech: 'If I we go the less bulky arc the tomes. But were not a king, I could be a University man; whether they be big or little, thick or thin, and if it were so that I was a prisoner, if I ancient or modern, we, like Southey, hail them might have my wish, I would desire to have as "never-failing friends,” and claim boon no other prison than that library, and to be companionship with each and all.

chained together with so many good authors.'" How luxurious! A quiet evening, a heart at Had his majesty been blessed with such compeace with all the world, and for our company, he would have fared far better than among panions the embodied thoughts of the great and the courtiers who surrounded him. ivise of all times. As I sit in my easy chair, I. The library I ain now pleasantly prisoned in can, by my “so potent power, summon belongs to one of our country clergymen, around me a glorious company of immortals, and therefore, as may be expected, is pecuand become in a certain sense a necromancer, liarly rich in works on theology. But these do since, in their works, I hold converse with and not crowd out history, or biography, or science, take counsel of the dead. Pleasantest of super- or learning of any sort. As I sit, I see, or seem stitions this ! Surrounded by books, I ask for to see, looking out from the backs of the books, no other associates; even the presence of the the spirits of Sbakspeare, Cervantes, Milton, dearest friend just now would be an intrusion Jeremy Taylor, Bunyan, De Foe, and bosts of on my voiceful yet speechless solitude.

other bookmen. As the fire flasbes now and The library in which I now sit is just such then, the books seem endued with vatality, and an one as I am sure Elia would have rejoiced to with eyes half closed and dreaming, I regard he imprisoned in. It belongs to one whose them as actual living things, as brains Pytbagoeyes twinkle at the sight of black-letter, and rized into books. who regards with reverence a scarce copy." And how strange it is to observe the comAn Elzivir to him is a more excellent thing than pany in which some of these books find them. the gaudiest gilded thing that ever issued from selves! Just opposite is Hannah More cheek fashionable publisher's shelf. Yet hatb he a l by-joil with Albert Smith's "Ballet Girl," and Mrs. Opie s as close as close can be to the | Lloyd's Worthies of Charles the First's Reign. same sprightly author's "Gent.” Lord Byron are cheek-by-jowl with Lord Nugent's capital is leaning familiarly on Southey, apparently Life of John Hampden' and Foster's 'Lives enjoying his "Table-Talk," and Jeremy Taylor, of Statesmen of the Commonwealth. Then in a falling position, is supported by an original some bouks seem to get together by the prin. Joe Miller. The author of "Paradise Lost” ciple of elective affinity. Dr. Chalmers' works bas got close to Robert Montgomery's “Satan,” will keep close by Andrew Fuller, and Jay's and Henry Smith, the silver-tongued preacher Sermons will be found very near to old Jere. of Elizabeth's time, is nearly crushed by “Five miah Burroughs." Hundred Skeletons of Sermons," and twenty- Mark, gentle reader, how delicate, yet how three bulky “ Pulpits." The fiercest polemics sharp, is the satire in this presumed companion and the meekest Christians, lamb-and-lion-like, ship of Chalmers and Fuller, and Jay and stand harmoniously on one shelf ; reviewers Burroughs; for students well enough know and victims placidly survey each other from that the Scotch divine was not a little indebted opposite corners ; High Churchmen and Low for some of his best things to the sturdy Churchmen join in goodly rows ; Bonner and Baptist, and that Burroughs' works form, in Crammer dwell together in unity; William many instances, the staple of William Jay's Penn and Napoleon Bonaparte are almost arm- discourses. in-arm; Cromwell and Charles are at peace; Go into public or private libraries, reader, and, and Lord Chief Justice Jefferies seems greatly in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, you will to enjoy the society of his many victims. Here find a large proportion of learned rubbish. kings meet their subjects without etiquette, and Such is not the case here. Of such literary Alfred the Great and Bamfylde Moore Carew lumber this library is swept and garnished. tell each other their widely different stories ; | Let me, Jack-Horner-like, select a few Nelson and fighting Fitzgerald fight their “plums." battles o'er again; and George Washington, in Here is a treasure-house of sweets, a mine close contiguity to George the Third, appears all sparkling with precious stones ; and yet to be on the best of terms with that stubborn bomely-enough-looking is the casket which enold gentleman,

shrines the gems, like the rough jerkin which I have, almost at random, selected a book frequently covers a noble heart. It is the bulky which lies within my arm's reach; and lo! here tome of Adams who was at once the philoare some thoughts about books, which, had I sopher, poet, and orator of the Church. Take read them before, would have saved me from William Shakspeare, Jeremy Taylor, and Rothe above speculations. And by whom is this bert Hall, string their separate beauties, pearlfollowing written? Why, by none other than like, on a golden thread, and then you will have the owner of this very library. Hear what he something like a conception of the glowing says, and if you do not admire its book-loving style of Thomas Adams. spirit, I pray you proceed no farther in my com- Another ancient volume attracts our itching pany. “I never," writes my friend, "enter a fingers. Not long had the printing-press been library without a feeling of reverence for the at work in the old times when these black-letter company in which I am placed. I regard a pages first came into the world, bearing their volume as the very spirit of its author, the treasures with them. A noble specimen of an actual being of the man who thought it, wrote cient typography this : broad margins, solidit, left it, and sent it forth for all its purposes of looking columns, and red initial letters. Hunmight and mercy.And again : "What dreds of years have passed since the rude press strange reflections rush upon the mind of a stamped 'these almost imortal cbaracters, yet thinking man when he gazes upon the shelves they are sharp and black as though they had of a richly-stored library! For instance, what been “pulled" but yesterday. On the margins queer juxtaposition will authors find upon tables are other characters, brown and rusty, but and shelves ! Men who in life were sadly hos- legible enough. Here and there certain por. tile and divided in judgment and affection, tions of the text are under-scored, and brief here sit down side by side. The lion and the annotations are placed opposite. In whose lamb, the vulture and the dove, keep quiet com writing are these marginal references ? No pany.

now gazing upon Featley's other hand than that of Philip Melancthon * Dippers Dipt' and Paget's 'Heresiography' on rested on these pages, and no other face than a table, while directly over them I see Keach his bent over them. I almost fancy that “meek and Kiffin, Tombs, and the venerable Jesse. and mild” reformer's spirit is near me as I Tbese men

wrote and controverted for all touch the very paper which once he touched. coming ages ; and yet, no doubt, they are all Verily, there is a charm, a species of papyrobappy and united in fraternal love in that heaven magnetism, in sheets which the hand of genius where the spirits of just men made perfect are and piety has consecrated by physical contact ! delivered from error, prejudice, and rancour. I know well enough that I am coveting my There, on that shelf, is that glorious folio, 'Re- neighbour's goods, but I feel strongly inclined liquiæ Baxterianæ,' and a few niches off, the to lay my appropriative

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on certain Bloody Assizes and the life of that arrant thin volumes which occupy a certain corner of scoundrel, George Lord Jefferies, the supple this library, Were I to filch Mrs. Hutchintool of all the cruelties of James the Second. 'son's trial because of its scarcity, I fear me that

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