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around, eager to pounce upon its site. Let them 

 have it. No longer the slain stag and wolf, as 

 in former days, are now borne within its portals. 

 The whole scene is a compound of incongruity 

 and misappropriation. The raven and the eagle 

 have taken flight for ever ; and to their wild notes 

 has succeeded the tiresome hum of modern 

 machinery, Would you not grieve to see the 

 hunter-king surrounded, not by fiery steeds and 

 pointed javelins, but by speculators, brokers, and 

 attorneys ? putting you in mind of old Orpheus 

 the sweet musician, who was seen one day, with his 

 lyre amid a group of monkeys and of dancing dogs ; 

 so that, a spectator could not help ejaculating, 



" How ill the dancing to the music suits ! 

 Thus fiddles Orpheus, and thus dance the brutes." 



In the outskirts of Aix-la-Chapelle, are the orna- 

 mented pleasure grounds of the Lousberg hill. 

 They do ample credit to the original hand that 

 traced them ; and to the regency which keeps them 

 in such excellent repair. Here, stands a monu- 

 ment to departed valour; and here is a spacious 

 hotel, replete with everything to comfort a weary 

 traveller ; or to regale the pampered citizen. 



'Tis here, on Sunday evenings, when gentle 

 zephyrs blow, and nature blooms around, that 



