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The trees are clad with leaves of loveliest green!
So many tinis are to the verdure given
It is as various as the bow of heaven.
Some trees are darkly covered; some are seen
Light as the insant-bud; while intervene
More graduated hues. Has Nature striven,
Where winter comes not, and where summer--levin
But rarely injures her, to make a scene
Of everlasting summer in this isle,-
And to perpetuate every living hue
Of grass, of leaf, of shrub, and of wild flower ?
The flowers are green of leal, and bright the smile
01 the rich cup, or bell, on nearer view :
And every green tree is a summer bower.



This little stream, ihe first that canght my ear,
Brawled gently on and tunefully, ere seen:
It gave a temper to this wild ravine,
According not with its just character.
The sound of torrents were more fitting here.
The vale on one side seemeth more serene:
But pass this rural bridge; the road between
Is wild--and not without a touch of fear;
The sides of this deep chasm you now ascend,
And trace the mountain pathway. Lift your eyes
To the high hills that vault into the skies ;
Then down the deep ravine, through which
Attentive look. Be silent and be wise :
And let your thoughts to Heaven for one day tend.

you wend,



Sweet the repose of this lone mountain glen! The gloom distresses not, it is not deep; The viewless waterfalls invite to sleep; I saw not their bright waters until when, At a dark angle of the silent den, 'I viewed the first fall neither rongh nor steep. It ted the lower streanıs that seemed to weep Their obscure lot. Remoter far from men Are mightier torrents of this rocky isle ; But when we lean along precipitons rocks, The face relaxes not with opening smile; The mind is serious. The Almighty band Flings carelessly around misshapen blocks, Mountains of stone,-abrupt, and vast, and grand.



Leaving the glorious mountains, this wild plaiti,
These jungle plants, instead of stately trees,
And woods, and waterfalls, the fancy please.
It is a calm delight. Until again
I travel by the mountains, and remain
In this rude jungle, it gives present ease
To thought o'erstrained,--to growing phantasies,
Whose eager pleasure borders upon pain.
"l'is discord to sweet music,-a dark cloud
In the bright sky, -as a still breathing calm
When thunders have reverberated loud
Among the echoing mountains. Pause and think,
O man, that human life is not as “ balm
To the hurt mind,"—bus as the torrent's brinks



Away with the dull Antiquary's skill,
To read and write down vainly in a book
Inscriptions on a rude leaf or a rock!
leave it to the glory of the quill
Plucked from the goose's wing. I would be still,
And lone npon these heights, and downward loos
Into the deep seclusion of a nook
Where footfall scarce hath been. From every hill
I rather would converse with each rude feature
Of this drear waste of wildness than perform
The mightiest feąts of that moth-eaten creg ure,
Who spjourns with the spider and the worm,
Give me one wild dower, from thy breast, dear Natnre !

would be thine, though cradled by the storm.



Imagination hovers o'er each work
Q1 Nature. Thys in sunshine or in storm,
From this high mountain's long and outstretched forng
A Peacock rises. Tall straight feaihers perk
Above the graceful head ibat like a fork
Is pointed at the summit; and the tail
And body form the intervenient vale
And swelling of the mountain. There doth lurk
At bollom of the rudest peasant's mind
The poetry of nature. A friend's voice
Is beard by him in every passing wind;
He hath a dear companion in each hill;
His native valley makes his heart rejoice ;
And happiness hauuts even the smallest rill.

Poetical Skenhes, &c. &c.


The valley of Attabaga-oya, (oya means & stream,

-ganga a river,) is truly one of the most charming spots that I have witnessed in any coun. try. In parts, it reminded me of England. Other objects are strictly Eastern, and characteristic of Ceylon.— Jt is formed by a ravipe, which is the singular and peculiar feature of the interior of this island, where every ravine is a valley, and every ralley a ravine. Through this winds a prelly liule stream, or oya. In some parts it is banked, as it were, by bold precipitious steeps; in others, by rising slopes, gentle declivities, and waving hills ;naturally and irregularly interspersed with trees in the park style,-and covered with a verdure as rich and

as green as is produced in the West of England.


This beautiful mountain does really bear more than a fanciful resemblance to the Indian bird by wbose namu it is distinguished. Not only are the upright feathers upon the head of the peacock exhibited to the eye by the tall perpendicular trees thinly scattered on the crest of the mountain, but the body of the mountain, or mountain range, gradually undulating until it almost disappears and, as it were, melts into the plain, is no obscure likeness of the body and long and sweeping tail of this noble and beautiful bird of the East This mountain accompanies the traveller all the way to Rambodde : and it is a fine object seen through the breaks, and relieving the dullness and dreari. ness of the mountain-pass to Nuwera Ellia.






CHAP. II. The government smuggler. Golden A night adventure.

Mr. Croker deceived. Doing the Revenue officer. The Prevertive service. Admiral D'lmbaud.

During the Percival Administration I was frequently employed by Lord Liverpool, then War Secretary, on secret ageney business, He was very fond of the espionage system and had a great nunber of agents in his pay, both at home and abroad. Some of these were of a singular stamp, but that mattered not, so long as he got the information he desired, and his terms were such as to eusure his being well served. I met one of his many employés in the following manner :- I had been down 10 Walmer Castle to sce his Lordship on some of the usual business, and was about to leave Deal when I observed a posl-chaise coming out of an inn yard, containing a rough, sturdy old man, in a great pilot coat and glazed hat, puffing away at a long Dutch pipe. Finding that this was the only available chaise in the place, and that he was starting for London, I requested from him a seat in it, stating my anxiety to reach town on Lord L's business. The name was sufficient for the old man, and I soon found myself rolling along towards the Metropolis at a smart gallop, nearly choked with the fumes of his Durch weed.

When he was tired of smoking we chatted and I learnt that he was a Deal fisherman, alias, smuggler, employed by Lord L. to . bring over foreign newspapers when containing anything of importance, for which rather dangerous service he was amply rewarded. He had, however, another string 10 his bow, for he never failed to bring duplicates of the papers, and these he carried on to London where the Timesgave him a princely price for his news. lle was now on one of these errands viib some Dutch papers which gare important intelligence of the French army, and on arriving in London, about three in the morning, we drove straight to Printjug-house Square where we found B-.the editor hard at work. The news

was of course most welcome, and all hands were set upon it. When we had entered a smail dirty, cold-looking, inky room B- shut the door and taking from a huge desk a leather bag full of guineas, held it open to the smuggler and told him to take a dip in bis lucky bag,” He did so and when he had pocketed a good handfull of the gold coin, was offered another

dip” which w my surprise he refused, saying that it would do him no good as he should be sure to spend it foolislily. He was right. I never kuew more than one of these liberally paid adventurerswho saved any money,

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