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Or turn away his blessed smile from thee, 

 But thou his face divine, eternally shalt see ! 



Once and again we look upon the scene — 



Whose fearful majesty inspires with awe — 

 As though the dread reality were seen ; 



We turn — yet pause — unwilling to withdraw, 

 But gloom miraculous descends o*er all, 



And nature groans and struggles as He dies : 

 Conflicting elements his foes appal — 



The pale Centurion with amazement cries, — - 



" This was the Son of God !" and, chill with terror, flies. 



M. G. 

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CJe ^perambulator, Numtier V, Jbection i. 

 THE VIRTUOUS LADY MINE. 



We should not wish to alarm our " Bachelor" cor- 

 respondent, and assure him that the monosyllable is 

 not a possessive pronoun; but what Mr. Cobbett 

 would call " a plain, blunt, honest substantive/' 



The beauties of our neighborhood are, in truth, too 

 little sought by our townsfolk ; and a most curious 

 mine, displaying its picturesque machinery in the 

 bosom of an exquisite landscape, within the reach of a 

 two hours' ride, is unknown to, perhaps, more than 

 two in a thousand of the Plymouthians. 



After crossing Roborough Down, and then follow- 

 ing, on foot, the course of the Walkham River, to its 

 confluence with the Tavy, we enter on a soft and richly 

 wooded scene, enlivened by the blue and sparkling 

 intersections of the rivers, and contrasting well with 

 the bare and bleak and arid down above. A high, 

 jutting point turns the river at an angle; and at the 

 foot of this, but rising tier above tier, we see, in per- 

 petual motion, the water wheels of the mine. The 

 scene and concomitant circumstances offering a link 

 between mining and romance, which seem generally 

 situated almost at the antipodes to each other. 



At no great distance are the massive remains of 

 Buckland Abbey, which we shall not further allude to 



