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In this little room, preposterously furnished with pale blue silk hangings, are the under-mentioned pictures :

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The last apartment of this suite, and the most attractive, is called

THE VANDYCK ROOM.

The pictures in this apartment are all attributed to Vandyck, and are, with very few exceptions, not only historically interesting, but exquisite specimens of the master.

The Duke of Berg.
King Charles the First, his
Queen, Henrietta Maria,
and two of their children.
The Duchess of Richmond, as
St. Agnes.
Thomas Killigrew and
Thomas Carew.
Henrietta Maria, Queen of
Charles the First, youngest
daughter of Henry the
Fourth of France.
Anastasia Venetia, Lady
Digby.

George Villiers, second Duke

of Buckingham, and his
brother, Lord Francis Vil-
liers, as boys.
The Prince of Carignano.
Queen Henrietta Maria, in
profile.

Madame de St. Croix.
The children of Charles the
First, five figures, full
length.

Charles the First, in three
points of view, front, pro-
file, and three quarters.
Queen Henrietta Maria.
The Countess of Carlisle.

Sir Kenelm Digby.

Charles the Second when a
a boy about nine or ten
years old.
Portrait of Vandyck.
Queen Henrietta Maria.
The Countess of Dorset.
Three of King Charles' chil-

dren, Prince Charles, the
Duke of York, and the
Princess Mary.

Charles the First, in armour, on horseback.

A portrait of a gentleman.

Her Majesty's private apartments and those set apart for the accommodation of the royal visitors, occupy the east and south side of the upper ward. The apartments in the ordinary occupation of Her Majesty and which are shown only by an order from the Lord Chamberlain, in the absence of the Court, comprise a dining room, two drawing rooms, library, and the requisite apartments of all descriptions for the personal accommodation of the monarch. The library occupies the whole of Chester Tower, which together with the principal rooms in the Black Prince's, Chester, Clarence, and the King's Towers, are lighted by oval windows of great magnificence; this part of the building has the floors arched with brick, and the girders of iron, as a security against accidents by fire.

Upon a lofty pedestal at the west end of the quadrangle is an equestrian bronze statue of Charles the Second; the base beautifully sculptured by Gibbons.

WINDSOR GREAT PARK.

He who has not seen the Great Park at Windsor has not seen the greatest attraction that Windsor possesses: palaces are palaces, and state rooms are state rooms, all the world over: gorgeous and magnificent as they may be, they serve little more than to enrich the eyes of barren spectators; there is a noble inutility about them; even Rubenses and Vandycks we can behold elsewhere. The vast superiority of Windsor over other palaces, as well as its intrinsic beauty, is bestowed upon it by Nature, and it is in its association with natural beauty that the greatest pleasure of our visit is derived.

Its grand, yet gentle elevation above the surrounding country, and its isolation, mark it as the monarch of the plain: the courtier Thames, in full dress, and in his gayest smiles, pays homage to the royal hill; for subjects, has it not myriads of stately elms, umbrageous oaks, spiral poplars, and all the aristocracy of tree? for territory, has it not the subjacent country round?

Yet, such is taste, nineteen-twentieths of those who visit Windsor are whirled up the steep, narrow streets of the town into the Castle, where they are hurried, like a flock of sheep, through the usual sights of the place, so rapidly, that thought, reflection, or association of ideas, is out of the question; and then, having, perhaps, extended their drive as far as the upper end of the Long Walk, where they look about them, return to town, satisfied that they have seen all that Windsor has to be proud of.

Why forget, in doing homage to the ancient seat of royalty, that nature has also claims on our attention? Surely there is a royalty in the gorgeous sun, reflected from the liquid bosom of yon rippling waters; there is poetry in that landscape, and chronicles of centuries in those aged oaks; in yonder stately towers the eye has been delighted, and the mind has participated in pleasurable sensations, but here we attain to something more and better; the spirit is soothed, and the cares and irritations of our every-day life vanish before the sedative influences of Nature. Castles and palaces are food, if you will; but these pastoral meads, thick embowering woods, and secluded glades, are medicine for world-wearied man: it is not merely a pleasure to come here it is a blessing!

Look up at the "azure firmament on high :" has Verrio painted anything like it? are there hangings in Windsor or any other castle comparable for a moment with those purple and orange-tinted clouds-heaven's own tapestry? are there anywhere windows patched with parti-coloured glass, streaming with prismatic lights, like

"the windows of the sky,

Through which Aurcra shows her sun-bright face?"

Or are carpets sprinkled with stars and garters to be named in the same day with this, upon which we freely tread, rich in thousand harmonising hues of empurpled heath, and blossomy furze, and eye-refreshing strips of greenest green-rich, too, in commingling odours, and alive with the hum of bees, the chirp of grasshoppers, and song of various birds?

Then, as to pictures: really I do not see that we lose a gallery by coming here. There are no Vandycks or Rubenses, it is true; but look where that enormous beech of silvery stem intercepts the strong sunlight from the centre of that little prairie, and with its blackening shade makes, where it overshadows, night in the midst of day—what a Ruysdael! Then, where that forest road turns abruptly round the broken sandbank, upon whose verge, half its roots exposed, clings a withered oak, you have a noble specimen of Wynants. Everywhere, trees in all their combinations of form and colour, picturesque buildings, deer sheds, reedy ponds, foregrounds of fern and withered shrubs, and distances of blue heath blending with the bluer sky, make pictures upon pictures, such as Both or Hobbima would have been glad to paint.

Our artists, with much regret and indignation, talk of the National Gallery being deficient in landscape: here, in Windsor Great Park and the adjoining Forest, are twenty thousand priceless pictures, accessible, by railway, for half-a-crown, and yet nobody thinks it worth his while to come and copy them!

"The Great Park," we are informed by the author of the Magna Britannia, “according to Norden's Survey, formerly contained three thousand six hundred and fifty acres: its principal entrance from the town leads to a noble avenue of elms, nearly three miles in length (the Long Walk): the ranger's lodge (Cumberland Lodge), together with a great part of the Great Park, is in the parish of Old Windsor. The rangership of the Great and Little Park at Windsor was given by King William to the Earl of Portland, and upon his death was granted by Queen Anne, for three lives,

to Sarah Duchess of Marlborough: on the expiration of this grant, the rangership of the Great Park was given, in 1746, to his Royal Highness William Duke of Cumberland, by whom the lodge was much improved and altered: the late Duke of Cumberland, his Majesty's brother, was appointed Ranger of the Great Park on the death of his illustrious uncle; but on the death of the late Duke, in 1791, his Majesty took this management of the park into his own hands; it was then found to contain three thousand eight hundred acres, the greater part of which his Majesty, with a very laudable zeal for the interests of agriculture, has devoted to experiment, it having been disparked and converted into farms, under the direction of Mr. Kent, who introduced there the Norfolk and Flemish modes of husbandry."

The principal object of attraction in the Great Park is the Long Walk. The view from the summit, where is placed, upon a block of granite, a colossal statue of George the Third, is probably unrivalled in England for luxuriant beauty. When the mellow tints of autumn overspread the woods, pleasing the eye with diversities of colour, nothing can be finer than the effect of the "long-drawn aisle" of magnificent trees extending from Snow Hill to Windsor, a distance of nearly three miles, a direct line.

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