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Before he turned from the bed-side he resolved never | a comparison with any work of a like character, again to forsake the dear child who was now so merci- ancient or modern. fully restored to him, but to devote his remaining days There are in these volumes many very into her, who would henceforth be his greatest earthly happiness. When they returned to the sitting-room, teresting particulars, many discoveries of the Mary entreated that Robert might be spared further most informing nature, and very agreeable and excitement that night; he was quite exhausted, and entertaining descriptions of the researches made required the night's repose. With reluctance they were A melancholy feature, obliged to separate, James taking the traveller to the among the mountains. farm. He was to see Bessie again early the next appertaining to the work, consists in the morning; he dreaded lest his child should treat him as death of the Rev. E. Daniell, a most intellia stranger, and refuse his caresses; but Mary promised gent traveller, who died from the effects of to prepare her for the meeting. The child had ex- his exertions in the pursuit of all that could perienced so much affection from all around her, that she never doubted her father would love her, and enlighten mankind with respect to this interreturned his embrace with so much confidence, that all esting country. This gentleman had intended his fears were dissipated, and they were soon intimate. publishing a work of the same nature as the The previous evening Mary had had a severe struggle present, but was taken away, ere he had finished with her own selfish feelings: she much dreaded a sepa- collecting the materials. An apology is made by ration from her little darling, and had with difficulty persuaded herself to feel rejoiced at the event, but when his fellow workers, for which there seems little she saw the child's head resting on her father's shoulder, occasion, as they have executed their designs her laughing eyes fixed with wonder on his sunburnt nobly, and have presented the public with two countenance, and delighted with finding herself so petted, while the father first blessed his child with volumes which are calculated to improve our acheartfelt emotion, and then turned to thank Mary for quaintance with Lycia to a very considerable extent. her care of his treasure, she no longer grieved, but The sites of no fewer than eighteen cities were joined in their happiness. Robert seemed much re-explored and determined during these investigalieved by his son's return, and made him his chief com

panion and attendant. Mary, who had refused to leave him or Bessie while they so much needed her care, now felt in a great measure released from such constant watchfulness, and, with the consent and approval of all interested in her, returned to her uncle's house as James's wife. Martha had long loved her as dearly as her own children, and with great satisfaction resigned to her the active duties which she had fulfilled for her husband and family.

SPRATT AND FORBES'S LYCIA.1

tions and researches. The situation of the pleasure houses of the Turks, are chosen with an evident appreciation of the beautiful. The description of Tlos is very well drawn.

"We remained three days at Tlos. It is a most delightful place. Few ancient sites can vie with it. Built on the summit of a hill of great height, bounded by perpendicular precipices and deep ravines, commanding a view of the entire length of the valley of the Xanthus; the snow-capped Taurus in one distance, the sea in another; the whole mass of Cragus and its towering peaks and the citadel of Pinara in front; itself immediately overhung by the snowy summits of the Massicytus,-a grander site for a great city could scarcely have been selected in all Lycia. Pinara has, perhaps, more majesty; but there is a softness combined with the grandeur of Tlos, giving it a charm which Pinara has not.

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Bessie remained some few years at the farm with Mary, until she was old enough to return to the cottage and assist her father in his attendance on Robert. He had acquired some little money in America, and, delighted in bestowing every comfort he could think of on the old man, he spared no pains to prove how sincerely he repented the trouble which he had caused him in former days. Mary and Miss Stanmore rejoiced in seeing their dear Bessie fulfil their fondest hopes, and were happy in still having her near them. The day when Mary first showed kindness to Robert was always The acropolis hill terminates on the north-east, in noted as a joyful anniversary. All felt thankful for the perpendicular cliffs. These cliffs are honey-combed with blessing he had proved to them, and gratefully acknow-rock-tombs, some of which are of great beauty. The ledged the mercy of the Great Giver of all good things, older tombs are similar to those at Telmessus; but who had guided them to so much happiness, by the virtue there are others, of an apparently later period, having of Christian Charity. their chambers excavated in the rock, but with the doorways regularly built. Such tombs have often long Greek inscriptions. The oldest tomb, to all appearance, at Tlos, is the largest and most interesting. It is a temple-tomb fronted by a pediment, borne on columns of peculiar form and Egyptian aspect, having no carved capitals, and being wider at the base than at the upper part. From such columns the Ionic might have originated, for we can hardly suppose this, apparently the most ancient and important tomb in Tlos, to have carved door, or rather imitation door, with knocker and been left unfinished. Within the portico is a handsome lock, on each side of which are windows opening into large tombs. On one side of the portico is carved a figure, which we may recognise as Bellerophon, which may represent Mount Cragus, to encounter an mounted on Pegasus, and galloping up a rocky hill, enormous leopard sculptured over one of the tomb entrances on the right side of the door. This animal may be a form of Chimæra, but presents none of the mythological attributes, and is, in all probability, the representation of a "caplan," the leopard which infests the crags of Cragus at the present day. An ornamental flourish appears on the door side near the leopard, and

It is impossible to estimate at too high a value the noble efforts that have been made within the last few years, to enlarge and extend our knowledge of that part of Southern Asia which is named Lycia. The British Museum has that within its walls which testifies to the enterprising spirit of Sir Charles Fellows; the Xanthian marbles are a worthy manifestation of his ceaseless zeal. Subsequent to their arrival, Mr. Watkins Lloyd produced an essay, so elegantly composed, so replete with thorough knowledge and appreciation of the subject, and withal so profoundly imbued with classical spirit and research, that it will bear

(1) Travels in Lycia, Milyas, and the Cibyratis.-By Lieut. Spratt, and Professor Forbes. London, Van Voorst, 1847.

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is repeated on the corresponding panel on the other side; but there is no animal carved on that panel. On the panels beneath the tomb are carved dogs, and there are also traces of others on the pediment. Pegasus is Persian horse, having a top knot and knotted tail. A saddle cloth of ornamental character has been painted on his back. The group of figures appears to have been originally painted. The head dress of Bellerophon is very peculiar, as also the arrangement of the beard. The eye is rather full and Greek. There is no inscription on the tomb. A few feet from it, on a level with the pediment, is a Lycian inscription in a panel on the rock, the characters of which are much larger than any we have met with elsewhere. Two other Lycian inscriptions occurred at Tlos; one on a tomb on the opposite hill, and another on one near the base of the acropolis hill. None of these had been previously noticed."-Vol. i. p. 33.

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between the two great rocks, and walled in by inaccessi ble precipices. On it ruins were profusely scattered: numerous built tombs and sarcophagi, fallen buildings of large size, and a temple, the ornamented doorway of which still stood, fronted by a goodly flight of steps, Fluted columns of large dimensions lay strewed in fragments on the ground. Unwilling to delay until we had ascertained the full extent of the city, after a hasty glance, we proceeded to the upper end of the platform. Here the valley became more contracted, and a strong and perfect wall was thrown across it. Within th ruins of a nobler style and more perfect preservation appeared, especially a palatial building of great exteri having numerous doors and windows, and almost perica to the roof: like the others, it was constructed rectangular blocks of lime-stone, without intervening cement. Before us, on what appeared to be the mountain top, a third wall appeared, to which w ascended, expecting to find the acropolis. Hitherte ve had met with no mention of the city in any of th wall we came upon an inscribed pedestal, which assuré inscriptions; but on ascending to the last-mentione us we were in Termessus,-a name shouted out by e finders with no small delight, and echoed by the

rocks as if in confirmation. It must have been new

them after having rested so long unspoken.

A curious superstition prevails at Isna, where a stone is believed by the peasantry to contain a treasure, and that any one attempting to break it to possess the interior, is instantly deprived of the use of some of his limbs, or even life. All attempts to reason them out of this belief are utterly thrown away. It would seem that the party were greatly annoyed by the Turkish dogs, who barked and bit their horses, and would not upon many occasions be quieted until they had smelt gunpowder. Generally speaking, the inhabitants afforded every facility for the comfort, convenience, and information, of the scientific inquirers. Gipsies are numerous, and are in-hundred feet high, except on the east, where it terai cessant beggars.

"The gipsies abound in this neighbourhood, and plagued us when working among the tombs, the women unceasingly asking for money. Some of the girls were pretty, and there is a grace and air about the Chingunee women which the Turkish and Urook females cannot boast of. Some had tambourines, and others sang the wild airs of their tribe. They dress in the fashion of Turkish women, but do not veil the face. A white scarf is twisted round the head, and partly covers the chin; and the body shawl is usually particoloured, bright green and bright red.

"The men are cattle dealers, and tinkers; and, though dressed as Turks, are easily distinguished by their countenances and lively manner, not the busy liveliness of the Greek, but the wild gaiety of the Zingari."-Vol. i. p. 152.

It is satisfactory to know, that Mr. Sharpe's conclusions as to the coins to which he has paid so much attention, were fully borne out by the observations of Professor Forbes. The finding the site of Termessus is thus graphically related:

"

Early in the morning we commenced the ascent of the mountain, to seek for the ruined city. The first part was over steep and rocky ground, but after a time we came upon an ancient roadway, leading towards an opening in the mountain side between two towering rocky peaks. Following this road, which was buried in trees, and encumbered by underwood, for an hour and a half, we suddenly came upon two ancient guard-houses, almost perfect, one on either side of the way. We did not linger to trace any connecting wall, but hurried anxiously on with sanguine expectations. For nearly a mile we met with no other traces of ruins. Some sarcophagi were at length discovered among the thickets, and near them on the face of a great rock were carved in large letters the words

“ ΠΛΑΤΟΝΙΚΟΣ
ΦΙΛΟΣΟΦΟΣ.

"Suddenly, after crossing a low wall, we emerged from the thicket, and entered an open and flat area

"On reaching the third wall, our surprise was presi at finding that hitherto we had been wandering, a were, only in the vestibule of the city, and th Termessus itself was yet to come, built on the mounta top, even as Arrian has recorded. It stood on a platen surrounded by a natural wall of crags, three to f nated in a tremendous precipice, diving into a deep gorge, opening into the Pamphylian plain.

"After crossing the third wall, our attention vs first attracted by an avenue, bordered on each side by close row of pedestals, terminated at each end by past buildings, apparently temples. These pedestals war almost all inscribed, and the inscriptions in good preservation. One of them was of peculiar interest, firming this site as Termessus Major."-Vol. i. p. 252.

things," and is confirmed in these volumes, t It is an old saying that "travellers see strange in an account of the habits and actions of th stork, we are told that they invariably give the preference to the habitations of the Turks, ala shun the intercourse of the Christian populatica The history of the matter seems to solve it! in the fact that the one encourages their for tiguity, whilst the other (the Greeks) drive thr away.

This notice cannot be better concluded, than by giving the following extract of the farewel

Xanthus.

"From the sharp and narrow summit of this lệ peak we enjoyed our last look over Lycia: below us the whole expanse of the Xanthian plain, and beṛet. we could see far into the gorges and yailahs✔ Massicytus, now as familiar to us as the hills ac valleys of our native land. In the bird's-eye vi before us, long journeys of miles and hours appeared a brief spaces asunder; and the labyrinth of hills and crags we had so lately trodden, seemed levelled into plains and gentle undulations. Such is the steepas of Cragus, that its precipices plunge from the s summit to the sea, and from the lofty pinnacle on A we stood we could see the waves breaking white agai its base. This was a fine spot from which to bid farewel to a beautiful land, nor did we descend without se tions of regret."-Vol. i. p. 301.

Poetry.

One gaze again,—one long last gaze,—adieu, fair France to thee!

The breeze comes forth, she is alone on the unconscious sea.

In Original Poetry, the Name, real, or assumed, of the Author, The scene was changed; it was an eve of raw and sullen mood; is printed in Small Capitals, under the title; in Selections it is printed in Italics at the end.]

MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS.

Ir was a stately convent, with its old and lofty walls, And gardens with their green walks, where soft the footstep falls; And o'er the antique dial-stones the creeping shadow past, And all around the noon-day sun a dreamy radiance cast; No sound of busy life was heard, save from the cloister dim, The tinkling of the silver bell, or the sisters' holy hymn. And there five noble maidens sat, beneath the orchard trees, a that fresh-budding spring of youth when all its prospects please:

And little recked they when they sang or knelt at vesper prayers, That Scotland knew no prouder names, held none more dear,

than theirs ;

And little e'en the loveliest thought before the Virgin's shrine, Of royal blood, and high descent, from the ancient Stuart line; Calmly her happy days flew on, unnumbered in their flight; And, as they flew, they left behind a long-continuing light.

The scene was changed. It was the court, the gay court of
Bourbon,-

And 'neath a thousand silver lamps a thousand courtiers throng;
And proudly kindles Henry's eye, well-pleased I ween to see
The court assemble all its wealth of grace and chivalry;
Grey Montmorency, o'er whose head has passed a storm of years,
Strong in himself, in children strong, the first among the peers.
And next the Guises, who so well Fame's steepest heights
assailed,

And walked Ambition's diamond ridge, where bravest hearts had failed;

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And higher yet their path shall be, stronger shall wax their might,
For before them Montmorency's star shall pale its waning light.
Here, Louis, Prince of Condé, wears his all-conquering sword,
With great Coligny by his side, each name a household word!
And there walks she of Medicis--that proud Italian line-
The mother of a race of kings-the haughty Catherine.
The forms that follow in her train a glorious sunshine make,
A milky-way of stars, that give a comet's glittering wake.
But fairer far than all the rest who bask on Fortune's tide,
Effulgent in the light of youth, is she, the new-made bride;
The homage of a thousand hearts, the fond deep love of one;
The hopes that dance around a life whose charms are but begun ;
They lighten up her hazel eyes; they mantle o'er her cheek;
They sparkle on her open brow, and high-souled joy bespeak.
Oh! who shall blame, if scarce that day, through all its brilliant

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And in a turret-chamber high of ancient Holyrood

Sat Mary, listening to the rain, and sighing with the winds, That seemed to suit the stormy state of men's uncertain minds; The touch of care had blanched her cheek-her smile was sadder

now;

The weight of royalty had pressed too heavy on her brow:
And traitors to her counsels came, and rebels to the field;
The Stuart sceptre well she swayed, but the sword she could
not wield.

She thought of all her blighted hopes the dreams of youth's brief day

She summoned Rizzio with his lute, and bade the minstrel play The songs she loved in early years, the songs of gay Navarre; The songs, perchance, that erst were sung by the gallant Chatelar; They half beguiled her of her cares, they soothed her into smiles, They won her thoughts from bigot zeal, and fierce domestic broils;

But, hark! the tramp of armed men the Douglas battle-cry!— They come they come! and to the scowl of Ruthven's hollow eye;

And swords are drawn, and daggers gleam, and tears and words are vain

The ruffian steel is in his heart-the faithful Rizzio's slain! Then Mary Stuart brushed aside the tears that trickling fell: Now, for my father's arm!" she said; my woman's heart, farewell!"

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She staid her steed upon the hill-she saw them marching by ; She heard them shout; she read success in every flashing eye: The tumult of the strife begins it roars—it dies away—

And Mary's troops and banners now, and courtiers, where are they?

Scattered, and strewn, and flying far, defenceless and undone !
O God! to see what she has lost, and think what guilt has won!
Away! away! thy gallant steed must act no laggard's part;
Yet vain his speed, for thou dost bear the arrow in thy heart!

The scene was changed. Beside the block a sullen headsman

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With slow and steady step there came a lady through the hall, And breathless silence chained the lips, and touched the hearts of all;

Rich were the velvet robes she wore-1 re-her white veil round her fell

And from her neck there hung the cross-the cross she loved so well!

I knew that queenly form again, though blighted was its bloom;
I saw that grief had decked it out an offering for the tomb!

I knew the eye, though faint its light, that once so brightly
shone;

I knew the voice, though feeble now, that thrilled with every
tone;

I knew the ringlets, almost grey, once threads of living gold;
I knew that bounding grace of step, that symmetry of mould!
E'en now I see her far away, in that calm convent's aisle;
I hear her chaunt her vesper hymn-I mark her holy smile.
E'en now I see her bursting forth, upon her bridal morn,
A new star in the firmament, to light and glory born.
Alas, the change! She placed her foot upon a triple throne,
And on a scaffold now she stands-beside the block-alone!
The little dog that licks her hand, the last of all the crowd,
Who screened themselves beneath her glance, and round her
footsteps bowed.

Her neck is bare-the blow is struck--her soul has passed away!
The bright-the beautiful-is now a bleeding piece of clay.
Go- -think of this in silence, and alone-
Then weigh against a grain of sand the glories of a throne.
From an Old Manuscript.

Miscellaneous.

"I have here made only a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own, but the string that ties them."-Montaigne.

MOUNTAIN SCENERY.

Ir may, at least, be doubted whether the love which the inhabitants of mountain districts bear to their father-land involves any sense of the grandeur of its scenes beyond the sanctity which the few events of their simple lives attach to the objects immediately associated with them. As far as I have been able to ascertain, a feeling of grandeur and beauty is not often expanded within them; though the semblances of it soon become affected when tourists teach them its value

the spirit of loveliness subduing mere bleak sublimity
to its uses; but the sense of other moments of precious
experience heightens the present, and makes us feel at
home in the wildest solitude. It is not necessary to
this reduplication of sentiment and delight that the
mind should be conscious of the scenes which have
enriched it; the silent spirit of other days is near us
unseen, and sheds an interest at once strange and fami-
liar on objects upon which for the first time we gaze.
By this cause alone can I explain the home-felt charm
which always spreads delight over the mind on the view
of the distant ocean, serene in some tranquil light
The object itself-cold, desolate, vast, unbounded, rest-
less, ever-changing-can offer no material repose con-
genial to the world-vexed spirit; and yet to me, at least,
it is never stretched out in soft blue, or flecked by
clouds, or quivering in moonlight, without imparting a
sense of home. This feeling, which I believe is common,
can only be accounted for by the many half-forgotten!
hours in which the same great object has been gazed on
while a thousand serious, though idle, musings (a
traced in the immortal book of memory), have attached
themselves to its expanse, and are ever faintly reflected
from the lovely tranquillity of the ocean-field. I cannot
therefore help thinking, that whatever may be the ex-
perience of the few who are endowed with insight into
the mysteries of creation beyond their fellows, it is
better for the mass (among whom, I rejoice to believe,
the true love of external nature is largely diffused to
have that love first expanded and nurtured in youth
among quiet scenes of English beauty; to trace back its
throbbings to the time when the little schoolboy, on his
hard pillow, has half remembered, half dreamed, of the
fields and wood-walks he had carelessly paced in free
childhood, and embracing them again with his holiday
vision, has first felt that sweet faintness of the heart
with which a recurrence to old scenes affects us; te
embrace by the light of that love the grander scenes of
its own land; and, after such cultivation in his own
country, to enrich it with the mightier grandeur of
Switzerland, or bathe the delighted spirit among the
luxuries of Italy.-Talfourd.

"WHEN I was a little child," said a good old man.
her hand upon my head while she prayed.
"my mother used to bid me kneel beside her, and place
old enough to know her worth she died, and I was left
Ere 1 was
too much to my own guidance. Like others, I was
inclined to evil passions, but often felt myself checked,
and, as it were, drawn back by a soft hand upon my
head. When a young man, I travelled in foreign lands,
and was exposed to many temptations; but when I
would have yielded, that same hand was upon my head,
and I was saved. I seemed to feel its pressure as in the
days of my happy infancy; and sometimes there came
with it a voice in my heart,-a voice that must be
obeyed, 'Oh do not this wickedness, my son, nor sin
against thy God.'”

in the market for the romantic. However this may be,
I believe the experience of most of those whose sensibi-
lities are awakened by the presence of material great-
ness will concur with my own-that the first effect is
that of wonder and depression; that the spirits sink
among great mountain tops almost as if beneath a
weight of care, and some shivering sense of oppression
comes over us like that which I have imperfectly, and
perhaps extravagantly, described as chilling me in the
huge Alpine solitude among the heights above Airolo
at the foot of the St. Gothard. This feeling of lovely
sadness arises from the susceptibility of the mind to
the impression of the regions around it, with a con-
scious want of powers adequate to spiritualize the
gigantic images, and to make them its own; and it will
continue so long as there is intellectual activity enough
to desire a communion which there is not force enough
to realize. He who is thus subjected to the forms of
matter feels like a dwarf in the homes of giants, which
he is told should be his home and his inheritance, but
in which he discovers nothing for him but frowning
tyranny. But to an active sensibility, the recurrence
not only to the same scene, but to scenes on a scale of
correspondent or kindred majesty, gradually overcomes
the strangeness. "The divinity that stirs within us
asserts its relation to the huge shapes around us; old
sensations of tranquil beauty cleave to the lower and
lovelier features of the mighty scene, and the chilled TheIron Manufacture, (con-
waste becomes aired by the warmth of human affections.
Not only do we learn to people the fastnesses of nature
with "imaginary puissance," to feel in the huge breast
of the mountain a sustaining power, to grasp on the
verge of the black precipice a giddy joy, to recognise

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The Cottage Home, (with
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The Society of Arts

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Some Passages from the
Journal of a Wiltshire
Curate, (concluded)

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Mary, Queen of Scots
54 Miscellaneous...........................

PRINTED by RICHARD CLAY, of Park Terrace, Highbury, in the Parish of St. Mary, Islington, at his Printing Office, Nos. 7 and 8, Bread Street dia, in the Farish of St Nicholas Olave, in the City of London, and publi-1} by THOMAS BOWDLER SHARPE, of No. 15, Skinner Street, in the Parish of St. Sepulchre, in the City of London.-Saturday, May 22, 1847.

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at the sight of National schools, have come to admit, in a sort of whisper, that perhaps learning is not so very bad after all. To be sure they append to this concession the declaration, that people are not much better for all the fuss about their education, and that Joshua Stubbs is not a more able ploughman than his father, who thanked God that "he could never be hanged for forgery, whatever might happen." Nevertheless the ycomen are in many parts willing to support education of some kind; and the croaker of thirty years ago, who looked upon a servant able to write as unfitted to enter his doors, is now seldom found. We may therefore conclude, that most persons are in this age favourable to education; for the vast majority do in

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