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whole scene before me might be likened to the reprefentation of a camera obscura, where the reflected ima. ges of objects are exhibited with neatness and accuracy. In our wanderings onward, we stooped down and plucked many. a ripe whortle-berry from amidt the prickly furze which covered the ground, and the gathering of which affords to many poor persons the means of maintenance. We at length came to the brow of the hill, and stopping at the beacon, we, for some time, fur. „veyed with altonilhment the divine prospect which burst upon us from every quarter of the horizon ! Nor could it be pronounced altogether unlike the eminence whither Adam was led by the archangel Michael, to thew him what lay hid in the dark womb of futurity :
Stretch'd out to th’amplest reach of prospect lay. Before us, was stretched the wide extended ocean, where, could our vision have been fufficiently invigorated, we should have fpied the islands of Guernsey, Jersey, and Alderney, together with the opposite coalts of France. On the left lay Sidmouth, whole venerable tower alone was visible to us, and beyond projected the Portland Ine, reminding me of the unfortunate Hallewell East Indiaman, whose fate is fresh in every mind. Behind, was seen a fine extent of country, from the centre of which the smoke of Exeter ascended thus enabling me to ascertain the spot in which the western metropolis was situated. Beneath us was a beautiful wood, whose embrowned appearance imparted peculiar folemnity; and it seemed, indeed, fitted for our Druidical ancestors, who were enthufiastically attached to these fylvan recesses. On the right, at the extremity of our prospect, TORBAY presented itself; and we could plainly descry the little rock by which its en. trance is particularly characterised,
This charming group of objects, which from this eminence filled the eye and exhilarated the heart, I was unwilling to relinquilh ; it was the finest fight that I had ever beheld, combining the sublime and beautiful in perfection ! Descending from this point, therefore, with iingering step, I stole many a farewell look, feeling, in a degree, the reproach suggested in the words of
01 how canst thou renounce the boundless store
O! how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiv'n? The view of TORBAY naturally called up to my mind the glorious revolution of 1688; for there the hero WILLIAM, with his followers, landed November the 5th, a day ever to be revered in the annals of Bririth history! The arrival of our illustrious deliverer chased away the shades of popery and arbitrary power, which were at that period thickening fast around the inhabitants of this highly favoured island. James was a brutal bigot, and had jusly forfeited the love and efteem of his subjects. But this great event is fully detailed in all our histories. With its critical commence. ment, its pacific progress, and its happy termination, you are well acquainted. The many valuable improvements introduced at that time into the British conftitution, rendered it the object of admiration to the sur. rounding nations. Indeed the emendations which it then received, cannot be sufficien:ly estimated; and the memory of those individuals who hazarded their lives and fortunes in that grand patriotic undertaking, stands Endeared to posterity,
Hail, sacred polity, by freedom rear'd!
And prompt the fage's lore and fire the poet's lays ! There were several curious medals devised to per. petuate this stupendous descent. The most expressive that I have seen is the following. On one fide is a bust of the Prince, with this infcriprion, William III. by the grace of God, Prince of Orange, Stadtholder of Orange and Wej Friesland; and, about the edges, Non rapit Imperium is, sed tua Recepit-HE DOES NOT SEIZE YOUR EMPIRE BUT RECEIVES IT. On the reverse is a fleet, and the Prince on horseback, drawing up his landed troops. You have also, in the back ground, a female prostrate upon the earth, holding a sword in one hand and a pair of scales in the other, hereby fhewing that justice was oppressed and trampled upon in Eng. land. A hero advancing towards her, relieves herwhilst above you read there words, terras Afirea revifit,
ASTREA REVISITS THE EARTH! History informs us, that WILLIAM embarked at Helvoergíuys, in Holland, on the first of November, 1688, the trumpets sounding, the hautboys playing, the soldiers and seamen shouting; and a crowd of specta. tors on the shore, breathing forth their good withes after him. The usual signal being given, the fleet, commanded by Admiral Herbert, weighed anchor with all possible diligence, being divided into three squadrons, on board of which were about 14,000 troops, of divers nations : the red Aag was for the English and Scotch, commanded by Major General Mackay ; the white for his Highness's guards and Brandenburghers, under the
command of Count Solms; and the blue for the Dutch and French, under the Count of Nassau. On the 3d of November, being got within the North Foreland, and the wind favourable at east, they made all the fail they could, steering a channel course. The Prince, who led the van, tacked about to see the rear well come up, and, having called a council of war between Dover and Calais, he ordered that his own standard Mould be set up, and that the feet should close up in a body; his Highness, with three men of war to attend him, one at some distance before the ship he was in, and one on each side of him, sailed forwards before the fleet. Next failed the transports, victuallers, and tenders, with their decks covered with officers and foldiers ; and the main body of the men of war brought up the rear, ready to receive the enemy, if, as it was expected, they had attempted to disturb their paffage. On the 4th of November, being Sunday, and the auspicious birth-day of the Prince, most people were of opinion that he would land either in the Isle of Wight, Portsmouth, or somewhere in that quarter. But herein they were mistaken, for they continued failing onwards ; passing by Dartmouth, the weather grew hazy, so that they overshot Torbay, where the Prince designed to land. The weather, however, ciearing up about nine, and the wind almost mira. culously changing to the W. S. W. this gave them en. trance into the BAY, for as soon as they were got in,. and when it had executed its commission, it returned again to the same quarter, it was before they wanted it. The people of Devonthire having discovered the feet, flocked to the fore, not to oppose the Prince's landing, but to welcome their deliverer with loud acclamations!
An anecdote was told me, relative to the landing of William, by a gentleman with whom I had the pleasure of dining in the neighbourhood of Sidmouth. It is handed down in the family from his ancestors, who took an active part on this grand occalion. A Mr. John
Duke, of Otterton, a man of considerable wealth and influence in that part of the country, joined the hero, on his arrival at Torbay. Being introduced into his presence, William immediately asked him to favour him with his name; he replied, with a timid heftation, John-Duke of Otterton. The Prince expressed his surprize, and taking out a list of the nobility from his pocket, which he had been led to suppose was correct, he looked over it, and then declared that no such Duke was to be found there! The gentleman, however, soon obviated the difficulty, by repeating his name with an accelerated pronunciation, John Duke of Otterton. Every embarrassment being thus removed, William smiled at the mistake, and embraced him with joy.
At present TORBAY is a famous rendezvous for our Aeets, and its little village Brixham (where it is said the very fone on which WILLIAM first stepped alhore is still preserved) can boast of many vessels which trade in its fishery.
You will not, my good friend, censure me for this digression. Could I have contemplated, though at some distance, this famous spot, without such feelings, you might have juftly accused me of a want of sensibility. An indifference to the momentous events of our own history, particularly, events in which the welfare and happiness of our fellow creatures were deeply involved, is not enjoined upon us either by the dictates of reason or by the injunctions of revelation. « To abstract the mind from all local emotion,” says the great Dr. Johnson, "Swould be impoflible if it were endeavoured, and would be foolish if it were possible. Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future, predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom,