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der to which the cavalry are exposed by them. 1 never witnessed the firing of them before-and the sight was both new and magnificent. When set off in volleys, their lightning swiftness, terrific hiss and glare, seem literally like the unloosing of all the fiery dragons of war.

On our return to the barracks, we went through the arsenal, its various work-shops and foundry-one of the most impressive sights, connected with which, is an enclosure of four acres, almost entirely covered with heavy ordnance. The number of pieces at present in it, amounts to some twenty thousand; and there have been periods at which, not less than thirtysix thousand heavy cannon, could be counted on the same ground.

While at luncheon with Major Scott, we witnessed, from his windows, a specimen, on the parade, of bomb and mortar firing, by the cadets of the academy. I improved a moment, afterwards, to call on Dr. Olinthus Gregory, not less extensively and advantageously known, as a distinguished Christian writer and philanthropist, than as the learned and scientific professor of mathematics, in this academy. I had once the pleasure of meeting him, when before in England; but now, unfortunately, did not find him at home.

In the after part of the day, the car and horse artillery, went through a series of evolutions, on the common. I never gazed on anything which gave me so lively an impression of the excitement and terrific features of a field of battle. The exhibitions of the horse artillery, were in a perfection of dis

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cipline and skill. They came down, from a distant part of the parade, with the fleetness of the wild Arab, or Cossack of the Don-notwithstanding the draught of the carriages and guns-and with a thunder which must carry terror with it, in a field of war. The dust created by the rapid movement of the horses and wheels, completely screened the whole body from sight, before they had reached the limits of the charge. And the first you saw after, was the clouds of smoke, from the fiery mouths of the hidden cannon-beneath the shelter of which, on the next look, you perceived them to be retreating, with the same speed in which they had come down. The operation of taking the horses from the gun carriages, and putting them to, again-technically styled, “to unlimber,” and "to limber," the turning of the guns, to fire, and wheeling of them around a second time, including the dismounting and mounting of the men, all being accomplished in a quickness of time, almost incredible, and before the dust and smoke of their approach and fire, could sufficiently subside to expose their precise position to view.

The inspection of numerous ingenious and curious models, arms, &c. in the Repository-itself formed of the tent in which George IV., as prince regent, received and entertained the allied sovereigns, in Carlton Gardens, in 1814-closed the observations of the day.

We were to have visited the Dock Yard, and the Vernon, a frigate just fitting for sea, with some novel experiments in her model and rigging-to which we had been invited by Sir Francis Collyer, her com

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mander. But Captain Bolton became quite ill, from the heat and the fatigue of the day; and we reluctantly returned to town, without accomplishing this part of our arrangements. My companion proceeded directly to our lodgings, while I went to fulfil an engagement to dinner, with Mr. Vaughan, of Fenchurch street; and to make Captain Bolton's apology for not joining him and his friends-including Col. Aspinwall, the American Consul at London-as it was his intention in the morning to have done.

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Sir Graham Moore-Departure from London-Salt Hill-WindMill Inn-Eton College-Terrace at Windsor Castle-Old staterooms-Paintings-New suite of state-rooms-Private apartments-St. George's chapel-Monument of the Princess Charlotte-Call at Upton Lea.

DEAR VIRGINIA,

Wind-Mill Inn, Salt Hill,
July 4th, 1832.

YESTERDAY afternoon we left the mighty metropolis, with all its crowds and endless din, and enjoyed a quiet and refreshing night at this, one of the sweetest spots in the country.

We were fully determined, from the time of our arrival, not to remain in London after the first of the present month. And, on Saturday, left our cards, pour prendre congè; dined for a last time with Admiral Ogle, in company with his friend, Sir Graham Moore; and took the coach at four o'clock, on the afternoon of Monday for this place, within two or three miles of Windsor, on the principal route to Oxford.

Sir Graham, is a brother of Sir John Moore, around whose fall at Corunna, so touching an interest has been thrown, by the genius of Wolfe, in his "Burial,” on that gallant soldier. There are few effusions of poetic power in the English language, which have been more frequently on my lips, or been dwelt upon in mind, with a more pleasing melancholy, in many

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a musing mood. And, 1 felt a special interest in meeting a person so nearly related to one, in whose fate a sympathy has been created, by those simple lines, as extensive as the knowledge of our language, and universal, I doubt not, in its experience, from the cottage to the throne.

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When we arrived in London, I recollect one of our friends, in welcoming us, said, "You have come exactly in the right time-every body is in town. And we appear, in our departure too, to be "exactly in the right time"-for "every body" seems, like ourselves, to be on the wing in flying to the country. On Saturday, Regent Street and Piccadilly presented almost a continued succession of travelling carriages and four, with every appearance, in boot and imperial, of a departure for the season; and with a valet and dressing-maid in the rumble for a journey, in place of the liveried footman, at his station behind, for an airing in the parks or a morning call. The same was the case on Sunday and Monday, and in a short period, it is probable, that-notwithstanding the twelve or thirteen hundred thousand of permanent residents -with the exception of a few ambassadors and their attaches, there will, in fashionable phraseology, “be nobody in town.”

There is little of interest in the scenery between London and this place, a distance of twenty-two miles. The first sections of the route are very low; and present a continued succession of villages and hamlets, surrounded by gardens and grounds covered with vegetables and fruit, for the market of the city. Five miles before reaching Salt Hill, we caught a

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