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Volumes have been written upon Windsor Castle, but we can only devote one page to the most interesting relic of the past that an American can gaze upon. Windsor Castle is still the residence of an English monarch, but how long it will remain so, it would be dangerous to predict. Not many years, we believe; and there are many people who do not hesitate to proclaim that the last of the royal occupants of Windsor now inhabits that ancient pile. It matters not. The huge pile of buildings will always be held in veneration by Englishmen, let who will be its occupant, whether a democratic governor or a crowned monarch. It has cost money and blood enough to the people who inherit it, to cause them to cherish it with a feeling of superstitious veneration.

Travellers visit Windsor with very different feelings. Washinton Irving trod its romantic courts and gloomy halls with his mind full of the sufferings of the romantic and royal captive, James I. of Scotland, who was a prisoner in one of the towers nineteen weary years; who the re, in his weary confinement, fell in love with the Lady Jane Beaufort, whom he saw :

"Walking under the tower

Full secretly, new coming her to pleyne,
The fairest or the freshest younge flower
That ever I saw, methout, before that hour."

He thus describes the appearance of the forest in which he spent his earliest years:

"Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,
Here earth and water seem to strive again;
Not, chaos-like, together crush'd and bruised,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused;
Where order in variety we see,

And where, though all things differ, all agree.
Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display,
And part admit and part exclude the day;
As some coy nymph her lover's warm address
Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress.
There, interspersed in lawns and open glades,
Thin trees arise that shun each other's shades,
Here in full light the russet plains extend;
There, wrap in clouds, the bluish hills ascend.
E'en the wild heath displays her purple dyes,
And 'midst the desert fruitful fields arise,
That, crowned with tufted trees and springing corn,
Like verdant isles the sable waste adorn."

Immense sums have been expended in beautifying and enlarging Windsor Castle since the time of George the Third; his profligate and heartless son, George the Fourth, who, although he was called the first gentleman in Europe, was, unquestionably, one of the greatest rascals of his time, squandered enormous sums in enlarging the Castle, and employed one of the most incompetent architects of his time, Sir Jeffrey Wyattville, to superintend the work. The Washington Irving says, in his exquisite story Castle has grown in size, but not in beauty, for after of "A Royal Poet," in the Sketch Book :-" It was all it is but a relic of past barbarism. Since Queen the recollection of this romantic tale of former times, Victoria succeeded to the crown, large sums have and of the golden little poem which had its birthplace been expended for furniture and pictures, but no imin this tower, that made us visit the old pile with more portant addititions have been made to the Castle itthan common interest. The suit of armour hanging self. The Park and grounds have been greatly beauup in the hall, richly gilt and embellished, as if to figure tified, and among the trees is a young Oak with a in the tournay, brought the image of the gallant and brass plate, upon which is engraved "QUEEN VICTOromantic prince vividly before my imagination. IRIA'S OAK." It was probably planted by her. Prince paced the deserted chambers where he had composed Albert enjoys the sinecure offices of Governor and his poem; I leaned upon the window, and endeavour- Constable of Windsor Castle, for which he receives ed to persude myself it was the very one where he £1120 sterling per annum; and that of Ranger of had been visited by his vision; I looked out upon the Windsor House Park, for which he receives £500 spot where he had first seen the Lady Jane. It was per annum. There is an officer of the Queen's the same genial and joyous month; the birds were household at Windsor, called the Hereditary Grand again vying with each other in strains of liquid melo- Falconer, who receives £1200 a year, a larger salary dy; everything was bursting into vegetation, and than the Chief Justice of the United States Supreme budding forth the tender promise of the year. Time Court receives, yet there is not a falcon or a hawk —which delights to obliterate the sterner memorials of kept at Windsor, and the Queen never goes a hawkhuman pride-seems to have passed lightly over this ing. But it is the policy of the British Government little scene of poetry and love, and to have withheld to preserve all the old usages of the Kingdom, as well his desolating hand. Several centuries are gone by, as all the old buildings of the Crown, or such a costyet the garden still flourishes at the foot of the tower. ly and unnecessary assemblage of towers, and keeps, It occupies what was once the moat of the keep; and and dungeons, and halls, as make up the grand total though some parts have been separated by dividing of Windsor Castle, would long since have been left, walls, yet others have still their arbours and shaded like many of the Castles of the old Barons, to fall into walks, as in the days of James; and the whole is shel-decay; to be peopled with owls and bats, and overun tered, blooming, and retired."

But apart from the romantic interest which belongs

to Windsor from the historic deeds that have been
done there, the castle and every tree and acre of
ground which surrounds it has been sanctified by
poetry. Pope is sometimes called the Poet of Wind-
sor, as he is entitled to be. It was Windsor that in-
spired his first strains, he says:

"Enough for me that to the listening swains,
First in these fields I sung the sylvan strains."







with ivy.

from a by-path leading to Datchet, perhaps the best Our engraving represents the front of the Castle view that could be taken of the hoary pile. It is limbs of venerable oaks serving as a kind of frameseen through an opening in the forest, the twisted work to the pleasant picture. These oaks are the pride of Englishmen, who look upon them with almost the same feelings of awe and superstition that they were gazed upon by the ancient Britons, when they were worshipped by the Druids.

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