it of course persons must want to learn their letters that doubt it." I saw we had touched the old warder in a sore place, so speedily changed the subject, and shortly after wished him good day.

It is astonishing how strong a thing is prejudice. The old man had told that tale (to thousands) till he loved it; and wished it true, till he believed it so. How often do men blind themselves to truth, by the thick bandage of prejudice. I once knew a young fellow, who would tell the most uncommon falsehoods, respecting his friends ill treating him, robbing him of a fortune, and blasting his character, for the mere exercise of his imagination, and the gratification of deceiving others. He continued these tales for years, till he actually believed them true; and I have seen him with streaming eyes, and heartfelt woe, relating circumstances that I had proof never existed, but in his weak and depraved imagination.

We left Peele, and drove for Castleton, between which places we saw a fine waterfall, which, from the road, looked very beautiful, as the foaming water fell between two or three trees, down some rocks about forty or fifty feet, into a clear musical rivulet below. I was not satisfied, however, with this distant view of it, so jumped over the wall to cross the field that divided it from the road, but unfortunately I forgot the old adage, to "look before you leap," and, consequently found myself, upon alighting on the other side, up to my knees in a bog. This I remedied as well as

I could, and we drove to

Castleton, where we dined;

after which we went to see the Castle, from which the

town derives its name, situated about the middle of the town, and now used for a gaol. It is in a most perfect state of preservation, though built a thousand years since, by the good Duke Athol.

We saw many prisoners, who seemed as comfortably and cleanly provided for, as prisoners generally are in England. I was exceedingly struck with one young man, who bore a striking resemblance to the Marquis of Waterford, whose name in fact he had assumed at the Mona Hotel, Douglas, where he had run up a bill of £100, for which sum he was incarcerated. After walking through the town, which is larger than Peele, and smaller than Douglas, we returned to the inn, and drove back to Douglas, (Ramsey, the only other town on the island, being at too great a distance to visit,) having altogether driven a very pleasant distance of thirty miles.

In the evening we had a walk upon the hill facing the harbour, where we were overtaken by the most sudden and violent storm I ever remember. The wind blew so violently, that we held fast by a building and each other, to prevent our being blown into the sea; and "the pelting of the pitiless storm," was so terrific, that we were wet through in less than a minute, and our faces smarted and tingled under its violence. At length, when it had abated, (for it did not last more than five minutes,) we hastened to the inn to change our clothes, and prepare for the reception of a small party of our fellow travellers in the steamer, consisting of ladies and gentlemen, and the lady in particular to whom I had been attentive, when labouring under

the naseau of sea sickness. We spent a very agreeable evening; singing and conversing together, and at twelve o'clock bid them good night, and retired to rest.

Next morning we breakfasted together, and at ten o'clock bid farewell to the Isle of Man. There was nothing very agreeable in our trip back, owing to the storm of the night before, having so troubled the waters, that we were constantly obliged to hold on by something, or we should have been thrown upon our faces. Almost every person on board was sick. I, who had been at sea several times before, had a slight attack, which lasted, however, but a few minutes. Then the morning was cold and raw, and to render our situation more uncomfortable, a huge wave would, occasionally, break against the sides of the vessel, and dash floods of spray over us, till we shivered again ; and we dare not go into the cabin for fear of sickness. A more striking antithesis between our trip there and back again cannot be imagined. Instead of the sun's beams brightly dancing on the green wave, that was scarcely braided by a zephyr, we had the dark sky clothed in blackness, shedding darkness and gloom, upon the foaming and heaving sea. Instead of music and singing, the voice of the thunder waking waves drowned the busy hum of the sailors' voices. I stood and watched the heaving waves, lashed by the winds to madness and to foam, tumbling in their wild career, and making the vessel stagger like a drunken man; now a swelling wave would mount from the abyss, and rolling on gathering strength and magnitude in its career,

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would break against the vessel as it lightly bounded upon it, and sunk in the chasm it had left in its wild progress now the congregated waters would rush back and leave a mighty vacuum into which the vessel would rush, to all appearance to be engulphed; but, like the bounding deer flying from destruction, as if aware of its danger, it sprang from the deep, aloft on the next mountain wave, and "walked the waters like a thing of life."

In the evening we arrived at Liverpool, but in passing from the steamer to the pier, we were very nearly run down, and were only saved by the presence of mind of one of the party, from such a catastrophe. We started from Liverpool next morning by railway, and safely arrived at home, much pleased with our Trip to the Isle of Man."

No. 2.

A TRIP TO THE MENAI BRIDGE.

"Chiefly on pleasure bent."

ANONYMOUS.

THE pleasure we enjoyed on our trip to the Isle of man, induced me and my friend H. a few days after, to take a trip to the Menai Bridge.

We started from Liverpool in an opposition steamer, and progressed rapidly in consequence. We had a band of musicians on board, and were treated with

some delightful music. The passengers consisted of persons in search of pleasure, like ourselves, and consequently made themselves very agreeable. We found one person there who had taken the former trip with us, and were very much pleased to have him as our companion. Of all the mimics I ever saw, I never met with his equal. He would imitate any thing or any body he had once seen or heard; from Macready down to a screaming female ranter parson; from the whistle of a steam engine, up to the universal chorus of Wombwell's menagerie. Never shall I forget the manner in which he sung the following lines:—

"When Adam was a little boy,

Not full two inches high;

He had a pair of breeches made,
Made by one tailor Joy.

When Adam tried the breeches on,
And found they were too small;

He sent at once for tailor Joy,
And told him they'd not do at all.

When tailor Joy the breeches saw,
And found they would not do;
He said young Adam might be
And the breeches too,"

After singing the foregoing verses, which might be original for ought I know, he gave us an extempore speech upon a strange subject viz. Irishmen & potatoes, which made us laugh so immoderately, that we were