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up to Heaven for the welfare of the city. Now, 

 on its sacred ruins, scenes of midnight mockery- 

 are got up for the entertainment of modern world- 

 lings ; who forego the soothing slumbers of 

 Morpheus, in order to perform unhealthy vigils at 

 the shrine of Melpomene. Thus does the body 

 triumph over the soul : leaving the soul lamenting. 

 Nightly supplications to our divine Maker, are 

 deemed superfluous; — but nightly revels are of 

 vast import. (i Sic mundo stultus, qui tibi Christe 

 sapit." 



About a quarter of an hour's walk from Aix-la- 

 Chapelle is the once retired and pretty village of 

 Borcette; but, the railway, ever grasping giant 

 of modern speculation, has severed it in twain, and 

 scathed its former beauties , whilst long chimneys, 

 inveterate destroyers of vegetation, rear their 

 unhallowed heads on every side. A sad change 

 indeed; — and much for the worse. I speak feel- 

 ingly, having myself had to encounter by law, the 

 pestilential effluvium from the black chimneys 

 of a soap and vitriol establishment. 



In the main street of Bo^ette, you come to 

 a bubbling up of waters, clear and pellucid as the 

 dew-drop on the thorn: and surrounded by a 

 brick wall about four feet in height to prevent 

 accidents. This enclosure may be truly styled 



