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more golden hue. All the scenery around, the bright 

 blue sky above, and the sparkling sea in the dis- 

 tance, were in perfect harmony with the magnificent 

 ruin ; and all was enjoyed in the company of dear, 

 kind friends, one of whom, ever indulgent to my re- 

 quest for a poetical remembrance of a scene or flower, 

 soon placed before me the following lines : 



Lines on the Watt-flower growing on the Ruins of Pevensey 

 Castle, May 13th, I860. Where King William the Con- 

 queror landed, 1066. 



Hail thou ! that shed'st the smile of May, 



On ruins hoary, 

 And crownest desolate decay, 



With golden glory ! 



Where haughty banners hung of old, 



The foeman braving, 

 Thy blazon bright, is o'er the hold, 



Triumphant waving. 



Where culverin, or quarrel frowned, 



Death, vengeance dealing ; 

 Thou cllm'st, and strait we feel around, 



Soft fragrance stealing. 



So World, above thy Babel wide, 



The Cross shall flourish, 

 E'en so, the ashes of thy pride, 



God's plant shall nourish. ANNA J. VIDAL. 



