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THE present interest felt in the London | visitor. It is not remarkable for its archiExhibition, and in all that appertains to the tecture, but is massive, and conveys an idea great metropolis, has induced us to procure of English comfort. for our readers views of many of the noteworthy objects which arrest the visitor's attention in the great metropolis.

The stranger in London is curious to see, among the wonders, the residences of the most prominent British statesmen; we have therefore opened our gallery with a view of Apsley House, the town home of the Duke of Wellington. Being in the immediate neighborhood of the Fair, it necessarily passes before the eye of nearly every VOL. IL-25

Many works of art of high importance decorate this mansion in the various apartments, the principal of which is a magnificent saloon, occupying the entire western side. On the walls are hung many of the finest pictures; and it is in this room the grand annual banquet is given by his Grace, on June 18, the anniversary of the battle of Waterloo, to the principal officers of the army who fought on the occasion.

In the inner hall stands the colossal statue

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The residence of the late Sir Robert | gallery of paintings. It is situated near Peel will prove attractive to the stranger, not only for its associations, but for its choice

the river, and in the immediate neighborhood of the Houses of Parliament.

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The mansion of Samuel Rogers, the poet- | collection of paintings and statuary, though banker, is an object of interest, not only to those eager to see the homes of literary men, but to the connoisseur in art. His

not very large, is certainly among the most choice of all the private collections in London.

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This magnificent house is the residence of among the largest and most valuable of the Duke of Sutherland. Its gallery is London. A grand staircase occupies a large

part of the central mass of the building, and rises to the top, receiving light from a range of lantern windows, divided by colossal caryatides which support the ceiling. Whatever wealth could obtain of skill and art to achieve the most magnificent coup-d'œil in the metropolis, has been here lavished with consummate skill. The complete surface of the floor and staircase is covered with scarlet cloth; the balustrades of the hand-railing are of a graceful, complicated pattern, richly gilt. On the first landing is placed the marble statue of a sibyl, by Rinaldi. From this landing two flights of steps diverge upwards to a gallery, which passes round three sides of the hall, and decorated with marble columns and balustrades. Copies, by Lorenzi, of several of Paul Veronese's colossal pictures fill various compartments. From the base to the ceiling of this grand architectural feature, sculpture, carving, gilding, and every ornament that could aid its magnificence, have been employed to complete it.

From "Eliza Cook's Journal,"

WHERE THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY.

SOME years since, there lived in Paris a very intelligent book-fancier, who, however, possessing more brains than cash, was constantly forced to restrain his ardent longings for the gorgeous editions of both new and standard works, which constantly tempted him on M. Gosselin's counter.

Lounging one morning, as usual, into these charmed precincts he saw displayed two splendid copies of Victor Hugo's Orientales, the illustrations being all printed on tinted India paper. Almost every morning he returned to gaze with wistful eyes at these beauteous books: he opened them, turned over the pages, looked and longed, but he did not purchase. The price of each copy was fifty crowns, and our amateur could as easily have given the mines of Potosi as such a sum.

One day, while he stood, according to custom, admiring Les Orientales, a young lady, followed by an attendant, entered Gosselin's shop. She was very simply dressed, but had an unmistakable air of elegance and high birth.

"I wish," she said, "to purchase some new and handsomely illustrated work."

M. Gosselin happened at the moment to be engaged in giving directions to one of his clerks, and the book-fancier boldly answered in his place.

"Here, madame, is a beautiful publication, which cannot fail to please you." 66 "What is it?"

"A new work, by M. Victor Hugo,—Les Orientales; I need not praise it; its beauties speak for themselves.”

"It is indeed a handsome book," said the young lady, after having turned over the pages. "What is its price?'

"One hundred crowns."

"I will take it: have the kindness to give it to my servant."

And, taking out her purse, she laid the sum demanded on the counter, and bowing gracefully to the master of the establishment and his impromptu assistant, went away.

This lady was the Princess Marie of Or leans, whose youth and loveliness were, alas! so soon destined to wither in the grave.

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"Really, my good friend;" said M. Gosselin, you are a capital man of business! You would make your fortune as a bookseller! How coolly you demanded and received double the right price for the book!"

"Ma foi! my dear fellow," replied the amateur, "your two copies were worth a hundred crowns. Here is the money, I have sold one, and will now take home the other."

This he did in triumph; and the second splendid copy of Les Orientales still adorns his library.

THERE is no sympathy in England so universally felt, so largely expressed, as for a person who is likely to catch cold.

very last place where he goes to look for it WHEN a person loses his reputation, the is the place where he has lost it.

No gift so fatal as that of singing. The principal question asked, upon insuring a man's life, should be, "Do you sing a good song?"

MANY of us are led by our vices, but a great many more of us follow them without any leading at all.

From Dickens' "Household Words."

A SHORT TRIP INTO BOSNIA.

BOSNIA has, for a long time, been the most unsettled part of the Turkish empire. Inhabited as it is by a majority of Greek Christian serfs, and a minority of the most arrogant and violent Moslemin, the war of oppression has been carried on ever since the former was called into a disputed political existence, by the decrees of the late reforming Sultans. Since that time, the immunities granted to the Rajahs were contested by the Turkish gentry, and petty insurrections of the Rajahs against their oppressors, or of the Moslemin chiefs against the Sultan's authority, have unceasingly disturbed the peace of the East, and courted the interference of meddling neighbors. The disaffection and confusion of conflicting interests in the Bosna Vilajet, has become proverbial amongst the Turks. It has defied the cunning of their diplomatists and the courage of their generals. The last Vizirs, in particular, were mere tools in the hands of the reactionary Bosnian aristocracy; but when it was found that the Porte insisted on extending its liberal reforms to the Bosnian Rajahs, the chiefs of the province rose in arms, by the connivance, and all but the protection, of the Sultan's lieutenant. Ali Redir, a Bosnian landholder, is the most active and talented among the insurgents; and, thanks for his intrigues, the cities, and among them Pridor and Banjaluka, declared for the insurrection. Attacked by the Sultan's general, Omar Pasha, the Bosnian chief has suffered severe defeats; and there is a likelihood of his being put hors de combat for a time, but they have been temporary. Other chiefs have started up, and at the time we write, the insurgents are again in arms. It was about the commencement of the struggle that our trip took place.

The night was dark, and not too calm. Staniza, an old, unbaptized, obstinate Servian, who had brought me to the very borders of the Turkish frontier, sat with me by the fire, while Richard, my friend and travelling companion, slept on a bed of straw by our side. The storm, which shook the light Servian cottage in which we sat, blew into Bosnia; it was but natural that our conversation should follow it. My curiosity was great, and so was Staniza's desire to recount

the wonders of the country "on the other side;" and while I questioned him, and while he talked, he smoked his pipe with that concentrated gravity which marks a true believer; he said, at length, "Would you like to go across ?"

"I should; but I have no money."

"True! Your Swabian* bits of paperyour notes-are of no use when you leave these territories."

"How can I then go to Sarajewo ?" "Have you not a friend on the other side ?"

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"Yes; that's the man! He will lend you silver. I will find you in horses and food."

When Richard awoke, I recounted our project; and after some persuasion he consented to accompany us. Staniza brought three horses, and various good-sized packages. We mounted, and set off in high spirits, although without passport or money. A short ride brought us to Ahmed Beg's village, where we were received by a large party of dogs, which escorted us, yelling and barking, to my friend's house. Some boys, who were playing at the door, raised a shout which effectually scared the dogs; but they, in their turn, surrounded us, yelling, and laughing, and expressing by unmistakable signs their astonishment and disgust at the spectacles which adorned my face. Staniza collared one of the shrieking imps, and asked for Ahmed Beg.

"He is gone to Bijelastjena," said the boy, sullenly.

This was bad news; for we looked to Ahmed Beg for every thing we wanted-for protection, advice, and money. Staniza, however, seemed by no means inclined to sympathize with our despondency. "When did Ahmed go?" said he.

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