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to this place of worship not being large enough to contain one half of the inhabitants, exclusively of the numerous visitors during the bathing How greatly conducive would it be, then, to the spiritual, as well as to the temporal interests of this public place, were the present church to be pulled down and rebuilt, or an episcopal chapel added.

The picturesque scenery in the vicinity of Weymouth afforded the highest gratification to the Princess Charlotte in her morning rides. Her favourite drive was to the beautiful village of Upway; the romantic hills and downs in its vicinity were often paced by her in all the hilarity of youth;-and their salubrious air scon restored that bloom to her cheeks, of which a lingering illness had deprived them. Emancipated from the dull routine of a morning ride in WindsorPark, in which the same unvaried scenery presented itself to her fancy, her spirit seemed to take an expanded range, and embrace those higher objects, which ultimately lead to the knowledge of all that is good and perfect in creation. From the simple, she rose, by regular gradations, to the sublime. The leaf which whirled at her feet was the subject of her study. The heavens, with its glittering worlds above, excited her wonder and admiration. Then, as her eye, "in a fine phrensy rolling, soared from earth to heaven," in enthusiastic rapture, she would exclaim-" Thou art, and wert, and shalt be, Father, Almighty, Incompre

hensible! By Thee the foundations of the earth were laid; Thou gavest to the stars their track, and to the suns their course; Thou reinest in the winds in their desolating fury, and to the waters of the ocean Thou hast affixed their bounds. Praised be thy name for ever!-Hallelujah!"

The Princess Charlotte was always particularly partial to rural scenery; and, during her morning excursions, she often alighted from her carriage, and walked to some distant cottage, where she would converse with the inhabitants, and especially with the children, with the utmost affability and condescension. But these visits were not the mere impulse of curiosity, nor were they prompted by a vain desire to impress upon the minds of the rustic gazers, by a haughty demeanor, a high idea of her importance. It was at the door of the poor but laborious peasant that this amiable Princess deigned to stop; she would listen to the tales of privation and of want, of accident or misfortune; and never did she leave the threshold of the door without innumerable blessings following her. Her's were not the gifts of ostentation, nor tendered with a view of being blazoned to the world. The receiver knew not the hand from which the blessing flowed, but in secret his prayers were offered for it, and the prayer of the grateful heart was never yet rejected.

One morning, during her stay at Weymouth, the Princess Charlotte took her morning excursion, and, having alighted from her carriage, she

was proceeding across a field towards a cottage, when a little boy, about seven years old, came running along the path. On coming up to the Princess Charlotte, he inquired, in all the simplicity of youth,-" Have you seen my father?" "And pray, my boy," asked the Princess Charlotte, with a smile, "who is your father?" Humph!" answered the little fellow, "I thought every body knew my father" Pleased with this trait of genuine simplicity, the Princess Charlotte asked "Can you read, my boy?" "O yes!" answered the boy, "I can read the whole of St. Matthew in my Testament." "You have, then, got a Bible?" asked the Princess Charlotte. "We have one between us all," answered the boy, "but it is sadly torn and dog-eared." "And how many are there of you?" asked the Princess. "I have three sisters that can read," answered the boy, "and one brother that can't, for he was only born about six months ago." "There," said the Princess Charlotte, giving him a guinea, " take that to your parents, and tell them to buy each of you a Bible, and write in it, the gift of the Princess Charlotte." The boy looked at the guinea, then at the Princess, and ran off with all possible speed towards his home.

Would the Princess Charlotte, at that moment, have exchanged her feelings for any of those which are derived from the inane and empty pleasures of fashionable life? the former shed over the heart a sweet and pleasing serenity, the latter

are accompanied with remorse, regret, and ruin. But the mind of the Princess Charlotte had been moulded according to the finest model; it was no coarse, no unfinished piece of Nature's workmanship, "for it was a ray that beams for ever."

Her Royal Highness having often expressed a wish to visit the Portland Island, a day on which the weather was favorable was chosen for the excursion. The wind was scant, and the voyage consequently tedious, but the Princess Charlotte appeared to dwell upon the scenery around her with uncommon delight. On her right, the finely-wooded hills of Dorsetshire, dipped in the blue tints of distance, lay stretching along, till lost to the vision by some far-distant promontory, throwing a faint streak along the horizon; and on her left lay, in majestic stillness, the multitudinous ocean, studded with the proud bulwarks of the nation,

and the adventurous merchantmen, conveying the produce of the genius of her country to distant climes. It was a sight, of which the presumptive heiress to the throne had reason to be proud. At that moment the high feelings of the patriot, unmixed with the love of power, beat in her bosom ; she exulted in the honor and the glory of her country, and prayed that it might be her lot to bequeath them as she found them-without a spot or tarnish.

On her arrival on the island, she expressed her surprise at the immense mass of barren rock, which seems only to be placed there as an object on which the waves may vent their fury, and as a grave to the mariner. Although the local affection in her knee would not permit her to extend her researches far into the island, yet, by perseverance, she gained an eminence, from which a most glorious view presented itself to her vision. She was going too near the verge of the rocks, which presented a high perpendicular face to the ocean, when one of her ladies, alarmed at her boldness, implored her to go no further; she replied, in the most significant manner "I wish every one standing on the brink of destruction could retrace their steps as easily as I can."

On the particular places being pointed out to her Royal Highness, where the most melancholy and fatal shipwrecks have occurred, particularly the Halsewell and Abergavenny East Indiamen, she expressed a wish to know all the particulars