as excuses.

Various excuses have been made for our country's defection at this exhibition. Tardiness in the governments, distance from the Exhibition, and bad arrangements here, have been offered We trust that it is not owing to a want of the materials to exhibit. Had the last Ohio fair been culled a little, it would have been a proud exhibition compared to this. One item; why was there not a model of the Burnet House-a standard hotel-sent on here? It would have been quite a specimen even among the glorious architecture of the Past. And let me delicately hint, that a real Burnet House would have been an acceptable refuge to us Americans.

Let us ascend the galleries and take a farewell (for to-day) of this "brittle wonder." From a seat near the transept, the eye may gather in glorious unity the thousandfold spectacle. Look up and down as far as the vision can distinctly reach, and you will see but one moving river of humanity, flowing amid margins of paintings, hangings, and architectural display; and around isles of fountains, towers, statues, barges, and trophies of every color and form; and under a net-work of silver lucency, seeming to be hung in air! Music mingling with the hum-hum. hum of the rustling, eager throng, and with the tinkling of the fountains; birds carolling in the trees before and behind youtemples and booths, flags, organs, and segments of churches-not severally (for you cannot find the prominent object where none has its parallel), but all together strike your bedazzled view as a

"Glory beyond all Glory ever seen.

Can ye not believe in something transcendent, as the effluence of this universal jubilee of Industry in its crystal home? Hear ye not prophetic harpings weaving their spell of enchantment, while genius paints undying pictures of that promised day, when "war shall cease and conquest be abjured," when garlands from every clime shall be brought to deck the Tree of Liberty!

The eye would fain close on the scene and commit it to the more facile play of the imagination. To attempt to delineate it, so that he who reads may see, is as vain as to attempt to "paint chaos, make a portrait of Proteus, or to fix the figure of the fleeting air." We must only attempt in our further acquaintance with its contents, to select isolated objects, with their several utilities.

Our jaded spirits were revived by a little incident upon the street, as we drove homeward. There is no particular harm in an American getting a glimpse of a Queen; as, happily, Queens are such rare birds in our land. Let no harsh Republican mistake the motive which prompted the exploit, which issued in a full view of royalty. We left the Crystal Palace, about six P. M. Our minds were completely wearied with the vision of the glorious structure and its splendid contents-the array of diamonds and gold-India riches, French elegance, German ingenuity, and British all sorts.' Pondering these things, yet with eyes about us for the mirabile of the metropolis, we drove down Green Park (these London parks, oh! but they are emerald gems in their rough setting of aristocratic mortar !) and into famous Oxford street;-When lo! a couple of outriders dressed in red-then a splendid open carriage (it was a bright day), drawn by six horses with red riders, then-(keep cool!) two other riders with livery; and then-(steady sir!) two other red fellows, with canes and on horseback, who looked as savage as catamounts at a hack driver that did not give way immediately. This unexpected array rather beclouded our senses, already intoxicated with the sights of fountains, gold cloths, pagodas, carpets, trees, Hindoo rooms, statuary, and every thing else conceivable in the world. It was a theatrical show in every deed-a dashing splendor!

What can it mean? My head goes out inquiringly. I see hats going off on both sides. Drivers give way. "I say driver— isn't that the Queen herself!" "It's 'ur zur." Hurrah!" Then drive after-give chase-extra shilling-crack up-all right !

we're sovereigns ourselves, sir; give us an equal chance to the pave !" Away dashed royalty in her elegant coach! away dashed-we, in an indifferent four-wheeled cab! I noticed as we passed a little fellow dressed in a silver-laced cap-a handsome little fellow, and quite a pretty little girl on the front seat; and behind, the Queen, an ordinarily dressed and tolerable good-looking woman-not unlike Mrs. A., Mrs. B., or Mrs. C., of our humble vicinage.

We sovereigns of America gained on her of England. The outriders did not look savagely around at us; but as we got pretty close, to our utter amazement and mortification, the Queen herself turned round, and gave us a good-natured look and a full view. We had a hearty laugh at our good fortune, and came home full of the Exhibition, and feeling quite royally.

IV.

An English Saturnalia.

"Away they go! One retires to his country-house, and another is engaged at a horserace; and as to their country

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Junius.

HO has not read Oliver Goldsmith's "Citizen of the World?" The remarks of his Chinese pilgrim in London seem to be applicable to myself. He felt himself as a newly created being, introduced into a new world in which, although every object strikes with wonder and surprise, yet the imagination is still unsated. Although the world has passed through it in exhibition; and London with her majestic architecture, regal parks, and soul-thrilling historical associations has been around and within, still imagination seems to be the only active principle of the mind. The most trifling occurrence gives pleasure until the gloss of novelty is worn away. When I have ceased to wonder, I may possibly grow wise; I may then call the reasoning principle to my aid, and compare those objects with each other, which were before examined without reflection.

It is a beautiful May morning. Birds are singing. Their shrill sweetness rises even above the "London cries." To me it seems strange that the painters upon the building opposite, do not start or tumble down, at the unearthly whoops, groans, yells, and yawns below them, which announce the vender of something. I could only distinguish one vegetable in the medley,—“ Aws-pawr-goose!" If Bedlam were out a-Maying, it would do justice to these cries'—to my novel hearing.

In these transcripts from the eye, I know that I am unable

to disseminate any useful principle, or afford any useful instruction. Beautiful parks and lofty monuments pass so rapidly in view, that my stare at them is almost vacant. The highest part

of our human nature is not exercised. There can be no communion of soul with them as yet. We might gaze for ever and gratify the pleasure-loving propensity, and return home no wiser than we departed. But when one goes out into the English country, as I did on Thursday to Epsom, on the great Derby race day, the scenes of nature, with their hedges and vistas of trees, their meadows and cottages, all assemble upon the threshold of the mind, and many-very many, of these beauties enter into the internal economy of ideas and sentiment, there fadelessly to bloom-there continually to awaken something correspondent to their hue, form, and grandeur. I might reproduce these descriptions; but there is so much of human nature to commune with on this Derby day, that I forbear. Besides, as Dr. Cheever has well said, mere descriptions, be the scenery ever so grand, are cloying and tiresome. It is like living upon poundcake and cream, or rather upon whip-syllabub.

A Derby day awakens more interest in London, than any other day in the Calendar. Every vehicle, from the splendid coach of Royalty and Dukery to the humble dog-cart and pony phaeton of the mechanic and shopman, are in requisition. Five thousand pounds is the stake, and millions more in the shape of bets are in the scale. The "nobs" (as the nobility are familiarly called), with their four-in-hand coaches, are the prominent actors in the day. They own most of the race-horses.

But we will start ourselves. Lunch being prepared, and a vehicle entered, we hurry by the gorgeous array in Oxford and Regent-streets, pass the parks, those green metropolitan lungs, and give a hasty glance at the statue of Canning. Now Trafalgar square appears, and the Nelson monument long detains the lingering sight. It is the finest place in London for a monuThe column and statue are 177 feet high. The statues of the Georges III. and IV., are near, and serve to show off

ment.