the wisdom of his proceedings. He ever exhibited Christianity in its most persuasive form; and the hearts of his hearers melted before the One Mediator, and they said, "Thy God shall be our God; and thy creed ours." FELIX NEFF now "rests from his labours;" but the happy effects of those labours are still felt in many an Alpine region. The following beautiful verses, from the pen of Mrs. ELLIS, were suggested by a drawing of that church at Violins, which, but for his energetic exertions, would never have risen up amid the wild solitudes of the High Alps : "Thou dwellest not in temples made By human hands alone; Earth is thy footstool, Thou hast said, And heaven above, thy throne; Yet grateful is it, Lord! to see Each House of Prayer built up to Thee. E'en in the crowded city's din, Such, when they meet our gaze, To offer prayer and praise,— For, 'mid the toil, and care, and strife, In which we breathe and live, If such their charm, met in the maze Of this world's full career, Are they not vocal to thy praise In scenes to silence dear, Where thought is hush'd, and feeling free In quietness to worship Thee? Hence is this humble temple rear'd In Alpine solitude, By one who LOVED thy name, and FEAR'D With eloquence imbued To touch the heart, and bend the knee, In praise and thankfulness to Thee. QUEENSTOWN HARBOUR. Thy word of gracious promise shows, That in a day to come, Deserts shall blossom as the rose, And lonely places, dumb, Hasten, O Lord! that happy day, 73 QUEENSTOWN HARBOUR. THE scenery on the southern coast of Ireland is, in many parts, in the highest degree picturesque. Nothing can be finer than the view which is presented to the eye of the spectator as he approaches by water the harbour of Cove. The beautiful villas on the shore, with the high and bold headlands towards Cork, and that city, itself, full in view, form a landscape incomparably beautiful; and never was that landscape seen to greater advantage, than on a late occasion. It is the evening of the Second of August, 1849, and the town, still bearing the name of Cove, is suddenly, and brilliantly, illuminated. Fireworks are flashing from the Columbine Quay; rockets are rising upwards from Spike Island, and Hawlbowline; and bonfires are blazing along the whole chain of the neighbouring heights. The Royal Yacht appears within Roche's Point, and a feu de joi salutes QUEEN VICTORIA. On the following morning, on the river Lee all is bustle and excitement, for Her Majesty is on her way to Cork. Boat after boat sweeps down the stream with the gently-ebbing tide, till the face of the water around the Royal bark is covered by vessels, whose tenants wave laurel-branches in welcome to their Sovereign; while every mast is gay with flags, and flowers, and oaken wreaths. Multitudes of people, too, may be discerned on the sides of the neighbouring hills, pouring in a broad stream towards the point of attraction. Yachts of all sizes are tacking round and about the Royal Ship; while on shore, every habitation, from the mansion of the wealthy merchant to the hut of the poorest labourer, is ornamented according to the means of its owner. From the sprig of laurel in the doorway, or the pennon of gaily-coloured riband floating from the window, up to the triumphal arch in all the glory of its floral and archi tectural beauty, every species of decoration may here be seen; and all alike bear witness to the loyalty of Erin. And now a flotilla of Cork steam-packets, each vessel bearing a brilliant company, sweeps down the river, and salutes the Royal Standard. The whole Cove is studded with boats and yachts; and the crowds of expectant spectators, rushing from every point, swell into thousands. At length one loud huzza rings from vessel to vessel, and from shore to shore; for the QUEEN, with Prince Albert, and the Royal children, presents herself upon the deck of her yacht. A brief space elapses, and then, amid the thunders of artillery, and the shouts of the assembled multitude, the gallant vessel proceeds towards Columbine Quay, Cove. A guard of honour advances to meet the Queen, and a cheer-long, loud, and universal-greets HER MAJESTY, as, for the first time, she sets her foot on Irish ground. A pavilion is erected near the shore, and the Queen having walked thither, accompanied by Prince Albert, receives the loyal address of the inhabitants of Cove;Cove, now no longer; for, in answer to a request embodied in the address, Her Majesty replies, "I have much pleasure in giving my sanction to the change of name which has been sought by the inhabitants, and in directing that this town shall in future be called QUEENSTOWN." Bursts of enthusiastic loyalty greet this announcement; and the Queen, again under way, for Cork, bears along with her an undying remembrance of this her first IRISH WELCOME, THE GREAT COURT-YARD, DUBLIN CASTLE. THE ancient Castle of Dublin, erected by Henry de Londres, Archbishop of Dublin, in the year 1220, was set apart by Queen Elizabeth in the year 1560, for the use of the Viceroys of Ireland, and has since that period continued to be used as a Viceregal palace. The "Lower Castle-Yard," comprehends the Old Treasury, the Chapel, the Ordnance offices, &c.; while in the "Upper Castle-Yard," or GREAT COURT-YARD, are situated the apartments of the Lord Lieutenant, the Chief Secretary, and some other official persons. To the right hand of the spectator who enters the Great Court from the Lower Castle-Yard, stand the offices and apartments of the Secretary of State. Near to these buildings, is the grand entrance from Cork-hill; a spacious archway, on the summit of which stands a Statue of Justice. The centre of one side of the Great Court is adorned by an elegant building, called "The Bedford Tower." The basement-story of this building, an open arcade, supports a pretty loggia of the Ionic order; with a pediment, and a plain tympanum above. A very graceful octagonal lantern, pierced by circular-headed windows, rises from the roof; having highly decorated |