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considerable distance, nearer to the eye, than those in which the 

 spectator is supposed to stand. Another and more general view of 

 the Patio de los Leones, is in fine perspective, and conveys a very 

 •Accurate idea of this splendid court. 



" The Palace of the Generalife, from the Casa de Chapi," is a 

 very delightful peep of a castle-crested mountain, through a very 

 beautifully-embellished window, at which Mr. Lewis's fair compa- 

 nion has fallen asleep, with her inseparable appendages, the guitar 

 and work-basket, resting behind her. " The Torre de las Infantas," 

 a magnificent apartment, or rather suite of apartments, with galle- 

 ries, pendant roof, and covered with ornament, is tenanted by an 

 old basket-maker, who sits in the foreground of the picture, with 

 his dog beside him. Around the walls hang divers symptoms of 

 such bodily occupants, in the shape of hams, meat, &c. One would 

 almost expect to hear the walls quote Shakspeare, and exclaim " To 

 this complexion must we come at last \" The light in this drawing 

 is well managed, and the distances not too near. 



" The Alhambra, from the Alameda del Darro," we mentioned 

 at the commencement of our notice, and with that the volume ends. 

 If our censure appear harsh to any, we beg them to understand it is 

 the high esteem in which we hold Mr. Lewis's productions gene- 

 rally, which has induced us regretfully to comment upon what 

 seems to us a falling-off, both in the feeling and execution of his 

 works. 



Roscoes Wanderiiigs through North Wales. Parts 7» S, 9. Tilt, 

 London ; Wrightson and Webb, Birmingham. 



We have heartily to thank the intelligent ^' wanderer'' for lead- 

 ing us, by his eloquent descriptions, again through many a well- 

 known, and beautiful, and beloved scene, fraught with the charac- 

 teristic grandeur and romance of our ancestral country. Right 

 gladly do we hail his periodical challenge to a ramble among our 

 old mountaiurfriends ; and while our own hands are holding 

 the after-records of his journeyings, by our " ain fireside," our 

 spirits are with him on the crest of Snowdon, or in the lonely and 

 ruined Tower of Dolbadern ; we gaze with him on the now mould- 

 ering, once mighty, fortress of Dinas Bran, and all its by-gone 

 glories seem to invest the hoary pile ; we hear, in fancy, the Poet- 

 Lover's harp, beneath the lofty bower of his high-born ladye, and 

 were almost expecting a glance of her graceful form, when some 

 rude interruption suddenly aroused us from our imaginary wander- 

 ings, and we turned to the exquisite portraits of our ancient friends 

 which this elegant work presents to us. 



The two views of Caernarvon Castle are admirably chosen, and 

 contrast well the present and the past. The one by Cox, showing 

 the many-towered pile standing out in strong relief against the 

 bright-sunset sky, is peopled with beings of the present days 

 of reality and labour : a rail-road for the conveyance of slate to 

 the vessels moored by the quay, carts and waggons passing to and 



