We must not forget to add, that cousin Lionel, by his great and devoted attention and cheerfulness during the whole of this adventurous and disastrous tour, won the old gentleman's heart; and obtained his consent to his marriage with the beautiful Ellen.

A SEA FIGHT-IN THE DISTANCE.

BY J. H. LOWTHER, M. P.

ALL rature smiles-the heaven serene,
Sheds a soft light around the scene.
The sun declining in the west,
Proclaims the coming hour of rest,
While lingering still, the beams of day
Sport on the ocean's rippled way.
No sounds are heard-no murmurs, save
The breaking of the sluggish wave,
Or, by the gales of evening blown,
Faint echos from the distant town.
With eager step, I haste to reach
The limits of the sandy beach,
And hail with rapturous delight
The beauties of the radiant sight.
Light skiffs in countless number reign
O'er the bright surface of the main:
The brawny fishers cease their toil,
And homeward bear the weighty spoil.
Afar, two cruisers boldly ride,
Whose daring acts had long defied
The British flag; yet they no more

Are doomed to reach their native shore.

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Are doomed to reach their native she.

In swift pursuit, a hostile sail
Is borne upon the rising gale:
Aloft, fair Albion's ensign flows,
As now she gains upon her foes.
Prompt are the signals-quick the fire—
Glad cheers the British hearts inspire!
Thro' heaven's wide vault the guns resound,
Dense clouds of smoke extend around:
The groups press forward to the shore,
Where a calm stillness reign'd before;
And in a wild suspense, await
The issue of their champion's fate.
Hush'd are the sounds, the breezes bear
The murky clouds that fill'd the air:
With shatter'd masts and captive crew,
The foes, dismantled, rise to view,
While the brave victors bear away
The long-sought trophies of the day.
High stream the banners from the fort,
And welcomes ring throughout the port.

Long may each loyal bosom feel
A fervent pride in England's weal!
Long may the British flag retain
Her empire o'er the boundless main,
Oppression's tyrant rule oppose,
And spread dismay amongst her foes!
Peace to the spirits of the dead,
Who bravely fought and nobly bled;
In honour's sacred cause they sleep,
Entombed within the mighty deep.

FRAGMENTS OF LETTERS

FROM THE SEAT OF WAR IN SPAIN.

BY VISCOUNT RANELAGH.

LETTER I.

Tolosa, Dec. 1835.

I hope you received my letter from Irun, giving an account of how I passed the Bidassoa, and having the good fortune to fall in with my countryman, Mr. Burke Honan.

Hernani was the first place at which I saw the Carlists in any force. Here, one of our party met an officer of his acquaintance, who offered to introduce us to General Gomez, the commander of the 3rd division, and whose headquarters were in the centre of the town. The general received us most kindly, and begged us to partake of a soldier's dinner with him. I found him a gentleman-like, agreeable, intelligent man, and willing to afford me every information respecting the state of military affairs in the Provinces. Our party at dinner, consisted of twelve or thirteen officers, amongst whom were four generals. Of these, perhaps, the most remarkable was Monternegro, of the artillery; a person small in stature, with a clear and intelligent eye, but a slyish, furtive look, which caused him to be called the Old Fox. When he quitted the queen's service, the Carlists thought it augured well for them; knowing him to be a shrewd, calculating man, who would not have joined them, unless he was most sanguine as to the ultimate success of their cause.

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