which the prisoners led out one by one.

taken in the course of the siege were The duke was dismayed when he saw the heads of his friends drop into the ditch, and immediately sounded a retreat.

The town of Rennes, seated on the Vilaine, has an imposing appearance when viewed at a distance; but this imposing appearance is an imposition. In reality, it is a dull-looking, disagreeable place, although boasting a splendid Palace of Justice and Hôtel de Ville.

From Rennes the scenery undergoes little alteration until you approach the sea.

On reaching St. Malo, however, the monotony of the prospect disappears. The woods begin to clear, and are seen only numerous and thick enough to give variety to the picture; the vast plain undulates in hills and vallies, the air is keener and freer, and everything proclaims the influence of the adjacent ocean. The sea at length-the glorious sea-bursts on the picture, and after casting a delighted eye over its expanse, our attention is fascinated by a huge and magnificent fortress which it surrounds, and by which it appears to be defied and controlled.

THE SEINE.

THE EMBOUCHURE OF THE SEINE.

THAT man is to be pitied who has never sailed from Southampton to Havre-de-Grace! On setting out, the mind is filled with proud and pleasant feelings, as we see gliding gracefully away from us the beautiful land to which we are bound by the ties of kindred and country. Its most radiant aspect is there presented to us; and we turn away from the Garden of England' as we part from a fair mistress who bids adieu to her lover with a smile. some moods, the huge cliffs of Dover, and the naked shores of Brighton, may excite sensations grateful to the mind from their harmony; but at all times the view on leaving Southampton is delightful. It rejoices the gay, soothes the melancholy, and even warms the indifferent.

In

Our feelings do not subside, and hardly change, even when in mid-channel the vast sea is spread out before, behind, and around us—without beginning and without end-when the heavens and the waters are only separated by the line of the visible horizon, which describes a circle, whereof we ourselves are the centre. Even there we know that in another hour the land will appear again like a film on the edge of the sea, till, waxing by degrees, it shall acquire form, and colour, and consistence, before our eyes, and elevate its mountains above our head, and open its bays to receive us in their bosom. The sea-birds sail over The Isle of Wight.