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Lyrics of Modern Conquest. By Captain H. Noon-tide Gun at the Palais Royal, the......256
COPPEE, U. S. A........................3

.....351
Last Song, the. From the German.........373
Leaves from my Note-Book. By A NEW
CONTRIBUTOR .........

.875
Life's Setting Sun..................

455 Our Carrie. By L. J. BATEs....
Look Upward....

496 Our Old Church: A Sketch from an Actuality 353
Letters from Poular-Hill. Letter First ......564
Log-Chapel at Puduleford. By SIMON OAK-

P.
LEAP .......

.....587
Lays of Quakerdom: Execution of Mary Planet, the. Found in the Port-Folio of a

Dyer, at Boston, in 1659...............614 Lunatic .........
LITERARY NOTICES. - Inklings, Sketches of Passages from the Papers of & Travelling
Life, Composition, etc., by S. D. Pratt,

Dentist. .....
68; Cole's Paintings, Life, Letters, and Poor Old Charlie. By CARL BENSON....

... 48
Writings, by Louis L. Noble, 72; Pris Photographs: a few from the Fr nch.......137
matics, by Richard Haywarde, 73; Me-
moirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli, second

R.
notice, 76; Poems, by Alexander Smith,
79; North-American Review for July, Rose, the. From the German of FREILIGRATI 6
181 ; Thackeray's Lectures on the old Rustic Sabbath-Picture...

.....143
English Humorists, 185; The New York Reminiscence, a. By MARTHA RUSSELL.... 170
Quarterly Review, 187; Home-Pictures, Rhine-Legend, a. By CURTIS GUILD.......562
by Mrs. Mary A. Dennison, 188; Scenes Reed-Bird Shooting. By H. P. LELAND....613
and Adventures in the Ozark Mount-
ains, 189; The Australian Crusoes, by
Charles Crowcroft, Esq., 292; The Sum-
mer Stories of the South, by T Addison

Stanzas: Hereafter. An Extract.........
Richards, 294; Europe in a Hurry, by

By CHARLES L&LAND PORTER.... 30
George Wilkes, 295; A Memorial of

o Teach me to Forget!

.136
Horatio Greenough, by Henry T. Tuck-

Christmas Courting.....

.153
erman, 297; Isaac T. Hopper, a True

- Changes...........

.225
Life, by L. Maria Child, 404: Six Months

- That Noble Thing - a Man........244
in Italy, by George S Hillard, 406;

- Life's Course..

......259
Tanglewood Tales for Girls and Boys,

Come Away, By Mirs M. E. Wood.401
by Nathaniel Hawthorne, 407; The Story

- Llope ...

......561
of Mont Blanc, by Albert Smith 410; Steam-Yacht: The North-Star. With an Il-
The Hundred Bo-ton Orators, by James

lustration .......
Spear Loring, 411; The Second War

Song of the Pioneer's Son. By JOHN YB0-
with England, 517; The Jurist as a Re-

MAN..............................

. 61
former, an Address by William E. Cur-

Simile in Verse, a. By E. W. B. CANNING....129
tis, 518; Salud for the Solitary, 519; A Sketches of Travel and Characler. 131, 250, 343
Visit to Europe in 1851, by Prof. Ben-

- of Western Life. Number Four...221
jamin Silliman, 519; Poems, by George Sea-Weeds. By DONALD MACLEOD........233
P. Morris, 520; Bleak House, by Charles

Serenade, a. By COLONEL EIDOLON....... .258
Dickens, 522; New Work by the Author

Soldier's Tale of Love, a. By Rev. JAMES
of the Rector of Saint Bardolph's,' 524;

GULBORNE LYONS...

...291
Peruvian Antiquities, translated by Dr. Stadent, the. By A NEW CONTRIBUTOR...341
F. L. Hawks, 622; Life of William P nk-

Some Small Poems. By R. H. STODDARD...402
ney, by his Nephew, 623 ; Harry Harson,

Shippegan ...

......576
by the author of "The Attorney,' 624; Sabbath-Hymn. By J. B.B....

Dys. D.B................601
Homes of the New World, by Fredrika
Bremer, 625; Hours of Life, and other
Poems, by Sarah Helen Whitman, 626;
Veuice, the City of the Sea, by Edmund

Tree of an Hundred Years. By LAWRENCE
Flagg, 627.

LABREE...............
M.
Thackeray's Women...

......155
Masings: a Reminiscence..

The Heart I Love.....

...338

Thought, a............
Men, Manners, and Mountains. By R. M.

366
RICHARDSON......... 111, 235, 383,476, 603

Think and Work......

.474
My Own Statement. By a MAN OF MEANS'. 119

Trip up the Columbia in 1850...

.482
Memories. By A WESTERN MISSIONARY.....245

The First Murderer. By J. H. A. BONN....490
Mary's Hollow, near Peekskill. By THOMAS

The Story of the Pearh..

..491
MACKELLAR....................

.....278

Transcripts from the Docket of a late Sberitf.
Maitre Jucques. By J. W. DE FOREST......3601

By F. L. VULTE...........

..507
Mementos. By Curtis GUILD.

.374
My Wifie's Awa'......

V.
Moon-light and a Memory. By BENJAMIN
..382 Versicie: 'Keeping Watch?................

.505
Mr. Brown's Pigs..........................891
Morning Memory, A. By MARY GRAVERAET. 475

W.
Moults from the Wing of a White Black-bird. 456
Metaphysical Dilemma By JOHN YEOMAN. 566 Wasting of the Tribes, the. By ISAAC MAC-
Musings over a Volume of Shakspeare. By

LELLAN ....... ......................
HORACE RUBLBE....
Mystery of Song, the. By Captain H. Cop-

PECUS A.
My Spirit's Whisper. By JENNY Mangu....621 Youth as It is : Lines By J. E. Oris......165

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SPAIN is one agglomeration of mountains, which rise in every direction from the sea-coast toward the interior; and it is owing to this geological construction that it presents so great a variety of climates. In the provinces of Andalusia, Murcia, and Valencia, which border on the Mediterranean, the winters are mild and genial, and the summers long and hot. In the northern provinces, which skirt the Pyrenees, the winters are cold and rainy, the springs and autumns damp and disagreeable, and the summers temperate. The provinces situated upon the great central plateau are subject to great vicissitudes of temperature, the weather being very variable in winter, and scorching hot in summer. This variety of climate is characterized by a corresponding variety of vegetable productions. In the northern regions we find the apple, the chestnut, and the cerealea; while in the southern we have the date, the olive, the orange, and the vine. I left Madrid for Toledo, which is about twelve leagues distant, and still continued to traverse those desert-like plains which characterize the Castiles. It would be some little consolation to the traveller, if he could doze away the weary hours whilst passing through this uninteresting region, but the jolting of the diligence over a shocking road, and the cloud of dust in which he is enveloped, render this impossible. After a long and weary day's ride, I beheld in the distance imperial Toledo, rising from its lofty rocky foundation, with its Moorish Alcazar on one side, and its stupendous cathedral on the other, towering majestically above the town. The river Tagus surrounds the city except on one side, and this approach is protected by Moorish fortifications, now crumbling to ruin. After passing these fortifications, we ascended a very steep, winding road, and entered the city through a magnificent granite gateway. The origin of Toledo is lost in the night of time. It was taken by the Romans 193 B.C., who were expelled by the Goths toward the end

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of the fifth century. In 714, the Goths were expelled by the Moors, and in 1085, the latter were driven forth by the Spaniards, under Alonzo VI., who took the title of Emperor of Toledo. Toledo has sadly fallen from its high estate. Yet the city, and even the surrounding country, show the remains of prosperity passed away, in the numerous ruins of all ages that cover the soil. The Roman, the Goth, and the Moor, have alike left some trace of their passage; but it remained for the Spaniard to adorn it with one of those stately cathedrals which are the pride and boast of Spain. The town is composed of an irregular jumble of narrow, tortuous, and steep streets, or rather lanes, impracticable for any thing like a vehicle, and the stranger is obliged to procure a guide to conduct him through the intricate labyrinth. The dark Moorish houses have the appearance of so many prisons, and give to the place a gloomy aspect, which is heightened by the silent and deserted streets. In walking around this most picturesque old city, the antiquary finds numerous objects to attract his attention. Here the ruins of the Roman and the Goth are mingled with those of the Moor and Spaniard. In the centre of the town towers aloft the cathedral, which was founded by St. Ferdinand in 1226, and completed in 1492. The exterior is imposing, but the building is so much blocked up by surrounding houses that a good view of it cannot be obtained. The interior realized all my ideas of the sublime in Gothic architecture. The body of the church is composed of five naves, the arches of which are supported by eighty-four enormous columns. The central nave is truly grand, and rises to the height of one hundred and sixty feet. Upon the sides of the building are numerous chapels, nearly as large as churches, all of which are richly adorned with paintings and sculpture. The choir, as in all Spanish churches, occupies the central nave, but from the mode of its construction, it does not mar the effect so much as that in the cathedral of Burgos. Its Silleria, which was carved in the fifteenth century, is truly worthy of admiration. Each stall represents some passage in the campaigns of Ferdinand and Isabella, and the examination of these beautiful carvings, which are authentic records of the costume and arms of the age, has afforded me hours of pleasure. The Capilla Mayor contains many objects of interest. The retablo of the altar, which is reached by a flight of marble and jasper steps, is ornamented with a profusion of painted and gilded carvings, representing passages from the life of our Saviour. Here are the tombs of the ancient kings of Toledo, viz.: Alonzo VII., Sancho el Deseado, Sancho el Bravo, and the Infante Don Pedro. Here, likewise, repose the ashes of the great Cardinal Mendoza, who was called Lertius Rex, and almost shared the sovereignty with Ferdinand and Isabella. The chapel of los Reges Wuevos, or later kings of Toledo, is also well worthy of inspection. Here, under most beautifully sculptured niches, repose Henrique II, Henrique III., and Juan II. The remaining chapels are all worthy of attention, but we will pass from them into the Sacristia, a magnificent gallery, adorned with many fine paintings by the great masters. The ceiling of this room is vaulted and painted in fresco by Luca Giordasio.

From the Sacristia I was ushered into a small octagonal room, constructed entirely of polished marble, where I was shown a magnificent silver custodia, six feet in height, constructed of solid gold and silver, most exquisitely wrought, and inlaid with diamonds and precious stones. I was also shown the magnificent ornaments of the Virgin of the Sagrario, or the Black Virgin. This Virgin is carved out of black wood, and is held in great veneration at Toledo. Her robes were of magnificent brocade, richly embroidered with gold, and adorned with innumerable pearls. Her crown was of gold, set with diamonds and emeralds, with which there were two bracelets to match. We now entered the chapel of the Sagrario, and beheld the sacred image seated upon a silver throne, under a silver-gilt canopy, supported by pillars. The throne is said to contain fifty-two arrobas, or thirteen hundred pounds of silver. After visiting the cloisters, the library, and several curious old halls and chapels, I finally ascended the tower of the Cathedral to take a view of the town and surrounding country. The prospect was charming. From east to west, the valley was bounded by a range of mountains, covered with the olive tree, and dotted with small houses; and from north to south a vast plain was spread out, the surface of which was marked by numerous ruins; while beneath the steep mountain, which is, as it were, a pedestal to the city, the poetical Tagus boiled and foamed over its rocky bed. The scene was pleasing, yet melancholy. No sounds of life and activity came up to me from the city beneath; no laborers, no cattle were to be seen in all the vast extended plain; while the ruins of temples and churches, that every where met the eye, brought to the mind the sad lesson of the instability of all earthly things. My first view of the cathedral of Toledo was during a day of great solemnity, when the Archbishop officiated at High Mass. The venerable prelate entered the body of the church from the sacristy, under a richly-embroidered velvet canopy, supported by four persons,and followed by a procession of more than a hundred priests, in their robes of office. The solemn organ pealed forth, mingling with the rich voices of the choir, and the song of praise reëchoed along the vaulted arches with a pathos befitting the house of God. The church was crowded with worshippers, and everyone appeared to be impressed with the solemnity of the occasion. Indeed, I have never beheld a scene more impressive, nor worshippers more devout, although it is said the Spaniards are muy buenos Catholicos, pero muy malos Cristianos. fnext visited the Alcazar, or palace-fortress, once the residence of the Moorish kings, which stands in the most elevated portion of the town, and overlooks the Tagus and surrounding country. The venerable building is flanked by four square towers, and has a noble façade. Internally, it is damp and gloomy, and presents a sad picture of the effect of war and conflagration, which have entirely stripped it of its ancient splendor. Toledo, independently of its cathedral, possessed at one period twenty parish churches, seven chapels, three colleges, fourteen convents, twentythree nunneries, and several hospitals. But many of these monuments of former prosperity have fallen to ruin; and those that still exist appear likely to share the same fate. Among the most interesting of these was the Franciscan convent of San Juan de los Reges, a Gothic pile, built by Ferdinand and Isabella, upon the outer walls of which still hang the votive chains of captives delivered from the hands of the Moors by their intercession. During the French invasion the church was dismantled, and used as a stable, and the beautiful cloisters as a barrack for troops; therefore, little remains to attest its former splendor. The far-famed sword-factory of Toledo is situated on the banks of the Tagus, about two miles from the city. The blades made here have been celebrated for centuries, and are said to be unsurpassed in temper and polish. The finer kinds are so elastic that they can be packed in small round boxes, curled up like the main-spring of a watch. There was one manufactured here a short time since, as a present to the Duke of Montpensier, which was contained in a case of the size of a snuff-box. The excellence of these swords is said to be owing to the quality of the native iron out of which they are made, and to some secret in the mode of tempering. The swords are all wrought by hand, there being no machinery used in the factory, except in the grinding-room. The forges are contained in small apartments, where there are usually two workmen employed. After the blade is formed on the anvil, it is passed to the grinding-room, where the asperities are smoothed down, and the edge given to it; after which it goes into the hands of the polisher, and is finally completed by the addition of the hilt and scabbard. Toledo is bleak and cold in winter, and very disagreeable as a place of residence. What we call the comforts of life are hardly known there. Even in the best hotel, there was not a room with a fire-place in it; and stoves and furnaces are literally unknown. The only convenience for giving warmth is the brasero, a small copper or brass pan, filled with ignited charcoal, from which one may extract sufficient caloric to warm the feet and hands. To keep the body comfortable, one is obliged to adopt the custom of the country, and sit all day enveloped in a huge cloak. Yet, uncomfortable as I found Toledo, I looked forward with regret to the day of my departure from this curious old city. There is something peculiarly novel and fascinating in its venerable aspect, its curious steep winding lanes and picturesque ruins; while the people themselves, grave, dignified, and formal, real Castellanos viejos, as antiquated in appearance as their city, form not the least uninteresting part of the picture. From Toledo to Aranguez, there are only six leagues, the road passing through the valley of La Sagra, and in sight of the Tagus, which in this part of its course did not realize to me the dreams of the poets who have painted it in such glowing colors. Aranquez is a small, modern-built town, without importance, except that it contains a royal palace, which is occasionally made the summerresidence of the Queen. The town is approached through an avenue of pine-trees, which leads to the Plaza de San Antonio, upon which one of the façades of the royal residence is situated. Among the four Posadas in the place, I was fortunate enough to hit upon one kept by an Englishman. Mine host was a stout, round-faced,

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