of various buildings.  It consists of four apartments, three of which may be considered as finished.  The apartment in our Engraving was completed, or nearly so, on our first visit.  It is wainscotted with coloured (knotted) wood, and carved in imitation of the ornamented dwelling of a Swiss family.  The fire-place will be recognised as the very beau ideal of cottage comfort:  the raised hearthstone, massive fire-dogs and chimney-back, and its cosy seats, calculated to contain a whole family seated at the sides of its ample hearth—–­are characteristic of the primitive enjoyments of the happy people from among whom this model was taken.  Our view is from the extreme corner, from which point the entrance-passage is shown in the distance.

    [3] See Mirror, vol. xiii. p. 97.

[Illustration:  Apartment Interior]

The second Engraving shows the recessed window of the apartment, which faces the fire-place, and commands a view of a mass of rock-scenery, ornamented with waterfalls of singular contrivance and effect.  The frames are filled in with plate-glass, so that the view of these artificial wonders is unobstructed.  Our artist has, in his sketch, endeavoured to convey some idea of their outline; but he hopes to supply an amplification of their scenic beauty in a future engraving.  We may, however, observe that the view from this window deserves the character of the sublime in miniature, and presents even a microcosm, where

  Rocks and forests, lakes, and mountains grand,
  Mark the true majesty of Nature’s hand.

The whole apartment presents a finished specimen of joinery, with a tasteful display of ornamental carving.  Its colour is a deep warm or, we think, burnt sienna, brown; the furniture is in recherche rusticated style, planned by Mr. Gray, whose taste in these matters is elaborately correct; and it requires but the social blaze on the hearth, (which our artist has liberally supplied,) to complete the well-devised illusion of the scene.  The apartment was painted about two years since as a scene for a musical piece at Covent Garden Theatre, the incidents of which lay in Switzerland.

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THE VOICES OF THE NIGHT.

BY MISS M.L.  BEEVOR.

(For the Mirror.)

  Like some young veiled Bride,
    Gleams the moon’s hazy face,
  When tissues that would hide
    But lend her charms a grace: 
  Each winkling starlet pale,
    Sleeps in its far, far fold,
  Wrapp’d in the heavy veil
    Of dewy clouds and cold. 
  The turmoil, din, and strife,
    Of factious earth are o’er;
  The turbid waves of life
    Have ceas’d to roll and roar;
  But tones now meet the ear,
    Full fraught with strange delight,
  And intermingling fear: 
    The Voices of the Night!