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heavily laden with crimes; but to pass by deeds of relentless atrocity in silence, because they have been gilded over with earthly splendour, will manifest little discrimination, and still less humanity. It is by preserving a tender conscience, by keeping our minds in a state of shrinking susceptibility to the sins of covetousness, oppression, and cruelty, that we may hope, through the Divine blessing, to escape their hardening influence, and hateful contamination.
Spain owes to South America a debt of ten thousand talents ; let us, as far as we have ability, help to pay a part of the great account ; let us pay her with good-will, with deeds of kindness, with Bibles, with missionaries, with religious publications, and with our prayers.
It is time now to peep at the Lago Maggiore. These panoramas are sources of much gratification. Many pleasures which are ardently sought after, are attended with inconvenient expense, and will not bear an after reflection : a dissatisfaction, a regret, and sometimes a reproach, follows them as a shadow; but this is not the case when we visit a panorama.
It is a long way to the top of this staircase, and the infirm must find these resting-places very agreeable. Time has been, when I should have skipped on, from the bottom to the top, without a pause ; but I must not complain, for even now I can manage the matter quite as well as most of my neighbours.
The Lago Maggiore is a sweet scene, a constellation of beauties, wherein art and nature are beautifully blended. Buildings, gardens, wood, water, mountain, and sky, are all attractive.
And is it no just cause of thankfulness that the most interesting scenes of different parts of the world are thus brought within our reach by the pencil of the painter? I think it is. It is a privilege to gaze on the northern regions without having to contend with icebergs, hunger, and cold; on Thebes and Jerusalem, without the pirates of the Archipelago, the Bedouin of the desert, the lion of the forest, and the crocodile of the river ; on Lucknow, and on Ceylon with its elephants, without snakes and mosquitoes; on Lima, without earthquakes ; and on the Lago Maggiore, without fear of the Italian bandit.
Since entering the circle in which I am now standing, the exclamation, “ Beautiful !” has reached my ears in twenty different voices. We really want a new importation of exclamations wherewith to express our emotions in such a situation as this. If a word can be worn out, the word “ beautiful ” must be getting the worse for too blue; that the ugly post-like support of that sculptured Pegasus, that winged horse on the Isola Bella, is not exactly what it ought to be; I have no other inclination than to admire the galaxy of pleasurable objects around me.
This scene is really enchanting. Let others discover that the lake and mountains are little
Of the three celebrated lakes of Lombardy, the Lago Maggiore, as its name implies, is the largest. The Isola Bella, or Beautiful Island, forms the attraction of the panorama. It has long been classed among the wonders of Italy. The palace, the garden, the pyramid of terraces, the orange, lime, and citron trees, rise, as by enchantment, from the surface of the glassy lake. The place once was a barren rock, but industry has made it fertile; and now hedges of myrtle, bowers of jasmine, cyprus and laurel trees, some ninety feet high ; grapes, olives, peaches, and pomegranates, adorn the spot in profusion. Regard the mingled foliage rising among the tasteful erections of the island. Look at that blooming aloe, advancing towards the spectator from the brink of the water. Gaze on the mountain clothed to its very summit with luxuriant vegetation. Turn which way you will, the lake with its rafts and vessels, the islands and towering eminences, all conspire to heighten your enjoyment.
For sweetness and repose, nothing can exceed our own country scenes. The cottage with the blue smoke under the wood ; the magnificent oaks and noble elms that adorn the grassy meadows;
the upland lawn, the sequestered glade, and the rippling brook, have a character of their own that is balm for the bosom of an Englishman; but, for all this, having the opportunity, I would not willingly forego the gratification of gazing on a scene like that of the Lago Maggiore.
* I dearly love to trace,
Through Nature's varied page, God's goodness and his grace,
The same in every age. Oh, grant that I may faithful be To gospel light vouchsafed to me!'
MISS LINwood's NEEDLE-WORK-DUBOURG's
MECHANICAL THEATRE-MADAME TUSSAUD's
This exhibition of needle-work speaks loudly in praise of the industry and perseverance of Miss Linwood. I would that I had arrived half an hour earlier, for then the good lady herself was here; and now, as she is upwards of eightyseven years of age, and visits London but once a year, it is hardly likely that I shall ever see her. When she is beckoned away from the world, may her grey hairs go down to the
and her spirit enter on the life eternal !
It would be too much to expect from the needle the softness, the delicacy, and truthfulness of the pencil. Worsted-work, though well adapted to represent clothing, and still better suited to counterfeit the skins of wild beasts, is not at all a fit medium to portray the grace, the beauty, and the intellectual expression of the human face. Seen at a distance, these performances have a pictorial