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Nor let thy sun's decline
One noble thought assuage;
Grow generous with age.
Shall smile not, nor repine,
He could not look on thine !
TO MISS MARGARET G ,
A Child, eight years old.
What shall I say at parting?
Sweet smiles and blushes darting :
Or freedom from affliction ;
Then hear my benediction ;
But, little MARGARET, may you be,
All that He loves and blesses :
The Lord in darkness be your light,
Your comfort in distresses,
And your eternal hope in death.
TO THE MEMORY OF “LITTLE EDWARD.”
(See Youth's Instructer, for Jan. 1822, page 13.)
Printed by T. CORDEUX, 14, City. Road, London.
AN ACCOUNT OF DOVER CASTLE, (Estracted from “ The Beauties of ENGLAND AND Wales, by
EDWARD WEDLAKE BRAYLEY;")
• WITH A WOOD-CUT. Tuis fortress occupies about 'thirty-five acres of ground: the hill on which it stands is very steep and rugged on the side of the town and harbour; and towards the sea it is a complete precipice of upwards of three hundred and twenty feet from its basis on the shore. There can be little doubt but that the site of the Castle was once a British hill-fortress, long previous to the invasion of CÆSAR, or to the subsequent conquest of this island by the Roman arms. Some antiquaries assign the foundation of this Castle to Cæsar himself; and the ancient Pharos, which still remains on the upper part of the Castle-hill, furnishes unquestionable evidence of Roman workmanship. Im. mediately contiguous to the Pharos, are the ruins of an ancient church, which is generally stated to have been built by King Lucios in the second century. What. ever may be the fact as to à Christian edifice having been founded here at that early period, the remains of the building are certainly of much later date. During VOL. VI.