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eye of the spectator a view of one of the most picturesque spots in all Syria, is to me one of the least impressive scenes in the exhibition.

When the fierce and fiery beams of the summer sun drive away the inhabitants of Scanderoon from the marshy and unhealthy situation of their dwellings, they find an agreeable retreat in the village of Baden, where excellent fruits and good water await them. duct arches, the Santon's tomb, the minaret and dome of the mosque, the gulf of Ajazza, and the distant mountains of Lebanon, are not without interest; but so much are they eclipsed by several of the other scenes, that I will not dwell

upon

them.

The aque

THE LAKE OF Tuun, in Switzerland, is to me by far the most attractive representation of the Cosmorama. It is enough to make the common-place spectator imaginative, and to inspire the poetic visitant with highwrought visions of romantic beauty. To decide whether the mountains, the trees, or the skies are the most lovely, would be an arduous undertaking. If the sublime and beautiful were ever closely connected, they are so in these smiling valleys, these cultivated hills, and mighty mountains, whose cloud-capped, icy pinnacles are lost amid the skies. Well may such scenes be valued by the Switzer

peasant! Well may they afford pleasure to him by day, and mingle with his dreams by night!

Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms,
And dear that hill that lifts him to the storms;
And as a babe, when scaring sounds molest,
Clings close and closer to his mother's breast,
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.

The lake of Thun is more than seventeen hundred feet above the level of the sea, while the Niesen, Moine, Riger, and Jungfrau mountains lift their snowy heads thirteen thousand feet and more amid the clouds. All that is picturesque and fair in Alpine scenery seems here embodied. The river Aar, which runs below the spot whence this view is taken, descending from the Finster-Aarhorn, rolls along the base of the glaciers, collecting all their tributary waters, and distributing them among

the lakes of Thun and Brienta. It afterwards pursues a course somewhat circuitous to the Rhine on the German frontier. I must now bid adieu to the Cosmorama.

In perambulating from one exhibition to another, of panoramas, dioramas, and cosmoramas; of architecture, statuary, painting, science, and literature—the thought intrudes itself, Oh that all who have talent, all who excel among mankind, would bear in mind whence their powers were derived, and would humbly adore the Giver of all good for the endowments with which he has favoured them in this world, and the revelation of his mercy through the Redeemer !

It was a desire of this kind that moved the spirit of Kirke White to fling upon his paper the following beautilul, though somewhat florid thoughts :

4 Oh! I would walk A weary journey to the farthest verge of the big world, to kiss that good man's hand, Who, in the blaze of wisdom and of art, Preserves a lowly mind, and to his God, Feeling the sense of his own littleness, Is as a child in meek simplicity! What is the pomp of learning? the parade of letters and of tongues? Even as the mists of the grey morn before the rising sun,

That pass away and perish. Earthly things
Are but the transient pageants of an hour;
And earthly pride is like the passing flower,
That springs to fall, and blossoms but to die."

THE DOCKS.

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THERE are in London many institutions and exhibitions which do little more than communicate pleasure to those who visit them, or promote the advancement of particular branches in arts and sciences.

There are others more closely connected with our common comforts, our every day luxuries, and, indeed, with our very existence as a great nation. Among these latter, the Docks occupy a high place. In a national and individual point of view, they are of incalculable importance.

What a night on the globe would prevail,

How forlorn each blank region would be,
Did the canvass no more catch the gale,

Nor the keel cleave the fathomless sea.
When, for a moment, we consider that not less than
four thousand ships are employed in bringing the pro-
ducts of other countries into the port of London, and in
bearing away thence the manufactures and merchandize
of England; that fifteen thousand cargoes enter the port
every year, and that there are seldom less than two
thousand vessels in the Docks and the river, to say no-
thing of three thousand barges and small craft occupied
in lading and unlading: when we think of these things,
and at the same time call to mind that more than two
thousand boats and wherries enable at least eight thou-

sand watermen to pick up a living in plying them; that four thousand labourers find employment in lading and unlading the ships; and that twelve thousand revenue officers are required to discharge the duties of the port and the river, we cannot but regard the Docks with interest as well as curiosity.

The East India Docks are at Blackwall; the West India cks lie across the neck of the

le of Dogs, between Limehouse and Blackwall; the London Docks are at Wapping; and St. Katharine's Docks lie between Wapping and the Tower. I visited them all years ago, and walking over the same ground again today, brings many things to my mind, which for some time have escaped my memory. How often the things: of earth remind us of friends who are in heaven? How often do inanimate objects around us cry aloud to us, “ What man is he that liveth, and shall not see death ?! “ Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return,” Psa. lxxxix. 48; Gen. iii. 19.

As a stranger approaches the Docks, he will have many indications of their locality. A solitary, chopfallen sailor walks along slowly, with his hands in the pockets of his trowers He has had his frolic, he has spent his money, and has got no ship." Half-a-dozen blue jackets, some with canvass caps, and others with new black hats on their heads, not over steady in their appearance, pass on with a rolling walk, and enter the public house at the corner. I have just come by a sailor, exhibiting a painting of a shipwreck. There he is with a copper coin in his pocket, which a minute ago was in mine. He has lost both his legs, and would, no doubt, give me a full, true, and particular account of his birth, parentage, education, and misfortune. were I to require it at his hands. Where is the heart that has not its tale of sorrow?

Though we to day sweet peace possess,

It soon may be withdrawn;
Some change may plunge us in distress

Before to-morrow's dawn. Half-an-hour ago, as I turned along the street by the side of the India house, at least twenty seamen in their holiday clothes stood congregated together on one side of the street, while a man, in a Scotch dress, playing on the bag-pipes, paraded backwards and forwards before them on the other. Another man, a complete Highlander in face, figure, dress, and activity, was dancing the Highland fling, with an unwonted degree of vigor, and apparent lightheartedness, while the delighted tars showered

upon him their bounty with liberal hands. Some of these seamen were as fine looking men as any in the world.

The principal entrance to the East India Docks is at Poplar, where buildings have been erected for the accommodation of those employed in the several warehouses and in the quays. I have just been on board a vessel bound for the Mauritius. The dock for loading outwards is more than seven hundred feet long; and that for unloading inwards double that length, by a breadth of five hundred feet. The warehouses and quays are very spacious. It is a busy scene, when an East India fleet arrives with its produce of tea, coffee, silk, wool, cotton, indigo, saltpetre, mace, nutmegs, camphor, elephants' teeth, muslins, and other commodities.

desirous to see all that is interesting in the Docks of the metropolis, should not omit, when at Blackwall, to visit what is said to be the largest private dock in Europe. On one of the quays, blubber is land

The stranger

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