minute) in search of a sensation. I think, sir, I ought to come and relieve you of part of your work, and you spend a part of my day properly for me. Stran. You do me honour, sir,-and honour to yourself. You speak like a friend of our house, who invited me (the more's the pity) to go down and spend a day or two with him this season at a delightful place called Bowering Park. Mast. Oh ho,-you and I must be acquainted; for I suspect I know your friend. And so you are mad that you are not down to-day at Bowering Park? Well, so am I; for I was invited too. Stran. You were, and did not go! Mast. Come; we will console one another somehow. Let us begin by persuading ourselves that it is not the first of May. Stran. A good proposition; but hark! They will not let us. See who comes here. Must. Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger, Chimney-sweepers, by all that's frightful. [Enter Chimney-sweepers, in soot and tinsel, dancing. They cross the Stage; the Gentlemen giving them money, and urging them off.] Mast. Get on, get on, ye poor devils. street ;-you'll do better in the next. There's nobody up in this Chimney-sweepers. God bless your honour. Any thing for your noble honour's sake. Mast. Poor devils! I could find it in my heart to pelt them into their dens with hard money. Stran. And I could see you do it with all the money out of our house. (Exeunt all together. Scene is removed, and presents to the shouting spec tators the sight of their village green, with the dance going round the May-pole.) RECORDS OF WOMAN -NO. I. Imelda.* "Sometimes The young forgot the lessons they had learnt, And loved when they should hate-like thee, Imelda."-Rogers. We have the myrtle's breath around us here, Up through the shadowy grass, the fountain wells, And Eve's low voice in whispers woke, to bring And citron-odours fainting on the air, And light leaves trembling round, and early love Deep in each breast. What reck'd their souls of strife Spread out the treasures of its vernal years; And if they wept, they wept far other tears Than the cold world wrings forth. They stood, that hour, And star, just gleaming through the cypress boughs, But change came o'er the scene; a hurrying tread Dim with green twilight: pausing there, she caught And from her eye the sunny sparkle took, One moment, with its fearfulness, and shook Might rock the rose! Once more, and yet once more, That night Imelda's voice was in the song, See Sismondi's Histoire des Républiques Italiennes, vol. 3, p. 443. A burning, ruby cloud. There were, whose gaze When trembling stars look'd silvery in their wane, Of one that panted with some secret dread! 66 When from the grass her dimm'd eye caught a gleam -Woe for young Love!-But Love is strong. There came -So the moon saw them last. -The morn came singing Through the green forests of the Apennines, With all her joyous birds their free flight winging, And steps and voices out amongst the vines! 、 -What found that dayspring here?—Two fair forms laid Still, mournful, sweet!-Were such things for the grave? Deck'd as for bridal hours!-long braids of pearl And, on the youth's hush'd bosom, sunk to rest. Love with true heart had striven-but Death had won. F. H. LETTERS FROM THE EAST.-NO XV. THE confined situation of the city is redeemed by the magnificent view many parts of it command of the Dead Sea, and the high mountains of Arabia Petræa, forming its eastern shore. This view is towards the south-east, over the valley, between the hills of Judgment and those adjoining Olivet. The strong and commanding position of Mount Zion could have been the only reason for fixing the capital of Judæa in so extraordinary and inconvenient a situation. Very many parts of the coast and the interior afford a far more favourable site in point of beauty and fertility, or for the purposes of commerce. The city, of old, was often subject to a scarcity of water, the fountain of Siloam and another on the east side, with the brook Kedron, being the chief supplies without the walls; but the latter, probably, possessed little or no water during the summer heats. It was reckoned as a memorable act in one of the kings, that he made a pool and a conduit, which are still called Hezekiah, and are at the end of the eastern valley. The whole compass of the ancient city, according to Josephus, was only thirty-three furlongs, so that an extension of half a mile along the plain of Jeremiah to the north, would give it its ancient size, and in a great measure, it is probable, its ancient position. The present circumference is, no doubt, correctly stated by Maundrell, to be two miles and a half. Josephus distinctly states "the old wall went southward, having its bending above the fountain Siloam," and this fountain in the side of Zion is not far without the present wall. Again the historian says, "the old wall extended northward to a great length, and passed by the sepulchral caverns of the kings," which caverns, or tombs of the kings, are now above half a mile without the walls to the north on the plain of Jeremiah. But the small valleys which divided the interior of the old city are now filled up, and many of the elevations levelled. The whole surface of the hills on which Jerusalem and its temple stood, of which Mount Moriah cannot now be distinguished, were, no doubt, much loftier formerly, or else the hollows beneath have been partly filled up. The latter, it is very probable, has been the case. "These hills," the history observes," are surrounded by deep valleys, and by reason of the precipices belonging to them on both sides, they are every where impassable." This description does not apply to the present, appearance of either; no precipices, either steep or difficult, existing. But, although the size of Jerusalem was not extensive, its very situation on the brink of rugged hills, encircled by deep and wild valleys, bounded by eminences whose sides were covered with groves and gardens, added to its numerous towers and temple, must have given it a singular and gloomy magnificence scarcely possessed by any other city in the world. The most pleasing feature in the scenery around the city, is the valley of Jehoshaphat. Passing out of the gate of St. Stephen, you descend the hill to the torrent of the Kedron; a bridge leads over its dry and deep bed; it must have been a very narrow, though in winter a rapid stream. On the left is a grotto, handsomely fitted up, and called the tomb of the Virgin Mary, though it is well known she neither died nor was buried near Jerusalem. Being surprised, however, on the hills by a long and heavy shower of rain, we were glad to take shelter beneath the doorway of this grotto. A few steps beyond the Kedron, you come to the garden of Gethsemane, of all gardens the most interesting and hallowed; but how neglected and decayed! It is surrounded by a kind of low hedge, but the soil is bare, no verdure grows on it, save six fine venerable olive-trees, which have stood here for many centuries. This spot is at the foot of Olivet, and is beautifully situated; you look up and down the romantic valley; close behind rises the mountain; before you are the walls of the devoted city. While lingering here, at evening, and solitary, for it is not often a footstep passes by, that night of sorrow and dismay rushes on the imagination, when the Redeemer was betrayed, and forsaken by all, even by the loved disciple.-Hence the path winds up the Mount of Olives: it is a beautiful hill; the words of the Psalmist," the mountains around Jerusalem," must not be literally applied, as none are within view, save those of Arabia. It is verdant, and covered in some parts with olivetrees. From the summit you enjoy an admirable view of the city: it is beneath, and very near; and looks, with its valleys around it, exactly like a panorama. Its noble temple of Omar, and large area planted with palms; its narrow streets, ruinous places, and towers, are all laid out before you, as you have seen Naples and Corfu in Leices ter-square. On the summit are the remains of a church, built by the Empress Helena; and in a small edifice, containing one large and lofty apartment, is shewn the print of the last footstep of Christ, when he took his leave of earth. The Fathers should have placed it nearer to Bethany, in order to accord with the account given us in Scripture; but it answers the purpose of drawing crowds of pilgrims to the spot. Descending Olivet to the narrow valley of Jehoshaphat, you soon come to the pillar of Absalom: it has a very antique appearance, and is a pleasing object in the valley: it is of a yellow stone, adorned with half columns, formed into three stages, and terminates in a cupola. The tomb of Zacharias, adjoining, is square, with four or five pillars, |