I.

  “’Twas on this spot some thousand years ago,
  Amid the silence of its hoary wood
  By sound unbroken, save the Teviot’s flow,
  The lonely Temple of the Druids stood! {450}
  The conquering Roman when he urged his way,
  That led to triumph, through the neighbouring plain,
  And oped the gloomy grove to glare of day,
  Awe-stricken gazed, and spared the sacred fane! 
  One stone of all its circle now remains,
  Saved from the modern Goth’s destructive hand;
  And by its side I muse:  and Fancy reigns;
  And giant oaks on Pennial waving stand;
  With snowy robe and flowing bears sweep bye
  The aged Druid-train beneath the star-lit sky.

  II.

  “The Druid-train has moved into the wood,
  Oh! draw a veil before the hideous scene! 
  For theirs were offerings of human blood,
  With sound of trump and shriek of fear between: 
  Their sacred grove is fallen, their creed is gone;
  And record none remains save this gray stone! 
  Then come the warlike Saxons; and the years
  Roll on in conflict:  and the pirate Dane
  Uprears his Bloody raven; and his spears
  Bristling upon the Broadlaw summit’s plain
  Spread terror o’er the vale:  and still rude times
  Succeed; and Border feuds with conflagration light
  Nightly, the Teviot’s wave, and ceaseless crimes
  Chase from the holy towers their inmates in affright.

  III.

  “Land of the South!  Oh, lovely land of song! 
  And is my dwelling by thy classic streams;
  And is the fate so fondly wished and long,
  Mine in the fullest measure of my dreams,—­
  By thy green hills and sunny glades to roam,
  To live among thy happy shepherd swains
  Where now the peaceful virtues have their home;
  A blissful lot! nor aught of grief remains
  Save for that friend, beloved, bewailed, revered,
  To whom my heart for thrice ten years was bound
  By truest love and gratitude endeared: 
  The glory of his land, in whom were found
  Genius unmatched, and mastery of the soul,
  Beyond all human wight, save Shakspeare’s own controul.”

F.S.A.  L. & E.

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Notes on Cunningham’s handbook for London.

Soho Square.—­Your correspondent “Naso” (p. 244.) has anticipated me in noticing Mr. Cunningham’s mistake about Mrs. Cornellys’ house in this square; but he has left unnoticed some particulars which deserve to be recorded.  Mrs. Cornellys’, or Carlisle House as it was called, was pulled down at the beginning of the present century (1803 or 1804), and two houses built upon its site, now Jeffery’s Music Warehouse and Weston’s Printing Office.  Some curious old paintings representing banqueting scenes, formerly in Carlisle House were carefully preserved until the last few years, in the drawing-room of the corner house, when they were removed to make room for some needed “elegancies” of the modern print shops.  The Catholic Chapel in Sutton Street was the banquetting-room of Carlisle House; and the connecting passage between it and the house in Soho Square was originally the “Chinese bridge.”