The north porch and chancel have long been in ruins, but the entrance at the west door, which is even now a beautiful piece of architecture, must have formerly been extremely grand. The whole length of the building, to the extent of 200 feet, was seen in perspective through two arches of great magnificence. The roof and every other part was profusely ornamented with carved work, of which time and the barbarous ravages of Cromwell's troops, who converted the church into barracks, have left but few traces remaining. The flinting in many parts of the building is perhaps scarcely to be excelled anywhere for the beauty of its execution. Some remains of the walls with which Cromer was anciently environed are still to be met with, and show the fortifications were durable and well designed to resist the encroachment of any adverse power. During the last war a battery was erected on the eminence commanding the town, but happily there was no occasion to test its powers of aggression or defence.

The lighthouse is situated a short distance from the town, in the parish of Overstrond, and forms a white brick tower 52 feet in height and 300 feet above the level of the sea. The lantern is lighted by 30 patent lamps in finely plated reflectors, which revolve on an upright axis. The average

quantity of oil consumed during the year is about 1,000 gallons. So dangerous, indeed, is this coast to mariners, that no less than four lighthouses are placed between here and Yarmouth.

Nothing can be more artistically picturesque than the towering cliffs and wide-spreading sands of this bold and romantic coast. The sea comes foaming in with an impetuosity unbroken by a single tract of land between these rocks and the icy but far-distant shores of Spitzbergen—that is,

however, if the north wind happens to blow. At other times you have here a beautiful sea, as clear, as smooth, and placid as the sunny sands upon which it breaks. A wanderer by the shore need not thirst for lack of objects to engage his attention; the fishing-boats and tackle, the robust-looking families of the fishermen, and occasionally some melancholy vestige discovered at low water of the walls of Shipden Church, long since undermined and swallowed up by the encroaching waves, with the innumerable flights of see fowl of every description, and of other migratory birds, all effectually tend to diversify the stillness, and perhaps the sameness, of the scene. There is besides a constant succession of shipping passing and re-passing, which gives motion, animation, and interest to the scene.

The environs in every direction are extremely beautiful, and furnish rare treats for the pedestrian. Cromer Hall and the delicious wood that surrounds it, the grand height upon which the beacon stands, and the pretty little village of Runton, are embellishments of which Cromer may justly boast. In short, the painter should repair hither to study composition and aërial perspective, the invalid to replenish himself with salt water and renewed health, and the icthyological epicure to enjoy fish to perfection. There is an annual fair every Whit Monday, to which the novelty of the arrival of pleasure-seekers in handsomely-trimmed boats lends a singular charm. The air is exceedingly salubrious, and though it cannot be considered mild, its properties as a bracing tonic have been advantageously felt by many who require a keen climate to restore the tone of their constitution. There is the due complement of respectable hotels, and lodging-houses for the reception of visitors have marvellously

increased within the last dozen years, a sufficient illustration of the growing appreciation of the place.

By some Cromer may be considered dull, as there are few amusements excepting such social ones as strangers can provide for themselves; and those habituated to constant excitement may perhaps here feel the ennui of seclusion. But there is no absolute necessity of a sojourner at a wateringplace being guilty of any such absurdity as that of mixing in pursuits while indisposed, which would be anything but serviceable to even those in the most robust state of health. The libraries, the promenades by the sea side, the ride or walk to some beautiful vicinage, the sail on the sea, or the telescopic survey of some vast expanse, may surely compensate for the heated atmosphere of the crowded theatre, and for the giddy whirl kept up till daybreak in the close and heated ball-room. In all rational recreations like these Cromer will yield to none.

There are two coaches to and from Norwich daily. The post-office is in Church-street. Letters arrive from Norwich at 9 in the morning, and the box closes at 3 pm.; but letters can be posted until 20 minutes past 3 by the payment of one penny extra fee.

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Lines Written in a Young Lady's Album.

Come write in my album-the favour I ask

Is neither a great nor a difficult task;

A verse-though I think you might manage a page,
For never was known so prolific an age;

From the prince to the peasant, all rhyme at their ease,

And poets are thick as the leaves on the trees.

Your subject may be just whatever you choose,
I shall not put the slightest restraint on your Muse;
To the regions of fancy her pinions may soar,
On the waves of the ocean or sands of the shore;
To its caverns below, or the blue sky above,
Or the theme may be chivalry, beauty, and love.

Then write in my album-and oft as the eye
Shall meet the fond record of years long gone by,
Though oceans may part us, or lands may divide,
Still fancy will bring back those friends to our side :
In a tear shall the mem'ry of friendship be told,
Though the hand that hath trac'd it be nerveless and cold.

D. W.

SCARBOROUGH.

counties. Derby, Sheffield, and York, lie all within the route, and to those who are for the first time entering upon these districts the very heart of England's manufacturing enterprise -the facility afforded by the railway in pausing at the various