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on the ground at Christmas. Now,, I myself am a 

 quaker, (but not in religion) tho year throughout ; 

 shaking for want of sunshine. No atmospheric 

 heat is too oppressive for me. Whilst in the West 

 Indies, on the two days in the year, when the sun 

 was completely vertical at twelve o'clock, I would 

 stand bareheaded, in order to receive the heliocen 

 "trie rays as they darted down on the earth, without 

 entertaining any fears of coup de soleil, or even of 

 headache. It is well, that we mortals are not all 

 cast in the same mould. 



Where, let me ask, is there another town in 

 all Europe, that can boast so fine, so rich, and 

 so sublime a view, as that from this promontory, 

 now nearly useless for warlike purposes ? 



On one side of it, the distant hills in slow grada- 

 tion rising, teem with the various labours of Ceres 

 and Pomona ; whilst Neptune on the other, lashes 

 its perpendicular base, with never-ceasing surges. 

 And on its summit stands the once lordly castle, 

 still awful in its ruins : — a warning lesson to the 

 looker on, — whoever he may be. 



His hour of triumph, and his day of strength 

 must shortly have an end ; and death will place his 

 perishing remains, lower than those before him. 



Aye, and how successfully these huge fragments of 

 ancient fortification might be altered and embel- 



