"subject to no sight but his," with these characteristical sketches of Nature's bard in a gold box though not in an iron chest! LADY DACRE. "No morne or eve, when twilight calmlie rules, "But Elda mantled in her sable stole, "Walkes forthe to seeke deathes consecrated shade. "There on the monumental buste she leanes, "And, mid her onlie luxurie in woe, "Reades virtues appertaininge to her lorde, "Which the colde hand of sculpture could not trace, "So left for purer recorde on her mind!" GENUINE. Nor, even in an age that is marked by wedded infidelity, must this be considered as a solitary instance of the unabated love, that not seldom in this country survives the life of its object nor need we confine such demonstration of attachment to this example of the widow bewailing her Lord. An equal tribute of constancy has recently been paid—as I am informed, while this work is at press — by a husband lamenting his wife, the late Countess of KERRY; and never did any one carry with her to the grave more general regret, or more universal esteem. For the profound affliction of the Earl there is no language. A simple monument, as an emblem of the simplicity which formed a part of her living character, is to be erected over her tomb in St. Andrew's chapel, Westminster-Abbey, on which is to be placed the following inscription: "To the affectionately beloved and honoured memory of ANASTATIA, Countess of KERRY, who departed this life on the 9th, and was deposited here on the 18th day of April 1799. Her most afflicted husband, FRANCIS THOMAS, Earl of KERRY, whom she rendered, during 31 years, the happiest of mankind, not only by an affection which was bounded only by her love for her GoD, and to which there never was a single moment's interruption, but also by the practice of the purest religion and piety, of charity and benevolence, of truth and sincerity, of the sweetest and most angelic meekness and simplicity, and of every virtue that can adorn the human mind, has placed this inscription to bear testimony of his gratitude to her, of his admiration of her innumerable virtues, and of his most tender and affectionate love for her. Intending (when it shall please GOD to release him from his misery, and call him from this world) to be deposited with her here in the same coffin. And hoping that his merciful Gon will consider the severe blow which it has pleased his Divine Will to inflict upon him, in taking from him the dearest, the most beloved, the most charming, and the most faithful and affectionate companion that ever blessed man, together with the weight of his succeeding sorrows, as an expiation of his past offences; and that he will grant him his grace so to live as that he may, through his Divine Mercy, and through the precious intercession of our blessed LORD and SAVIOUR JESUS CHRIST, hope for the blessing of being soon united with her in eternal happiness." In every line of this effusion, the lover, husband, and widower, are manifest, and shew themselves so much superior to all set forms of expression, all study about the construction of sentiments, the very redundancies and repetitions denoting a melting tenderness, and fervid sincerity, that the affection and the sorrow may be sworn to as genuine: the thoughts and the language equally discover a heart overflowing with grief: and when the mourner marked on the paper his impassioned intention to be deposited with the dear object of which he was bereaved, I doubt not he would, in that moment, have preferred death to existence, that he might have immediately shared her coffin, could his life have been resigned without offending the SAVIOUR, whose intercession he had invoked. But to whatever extent his days may be lengthened, there is in the whole of this monumental tribute such an earnest of adamantine faith and truth, that if ever the variableness of human nature, and all the circumstances which produce it, can be set at defiance, this, methinks, will be an instance wherein there can be no shadow of changing. And though, perhaps, that fidelity may take, externally, a different shape from that of the fore-mentioned votaress of grief, the principle will be as ardent, as pure, and as immutable. LETTER IV. SURELY NORTH RUNCTON, NORFOLK, URELY the demon of disappointment had fixed my foot, as by a spell! I have been enchained in town another of the lovely months by unyielding circumstances, even till a feru hours only remained to keep sacred my promise to a family, which resides a hundred miles from the capital. It may, however, serve as no bad specimen of our English carriages and horses, to mention the speed with which I have been conveyed over the said hundred miles - and, for the most part, during the hours of darkness. How shall I gain credit from my Continental friends in general? - though you, I know, will rely upon the fidelity of my report, when I desire those who have been accustomed to the sickly movement of the reluctant wheel over German leagues of absorbing sand-where man, beast and machine-so heavily are they moved along, appear to be alike torpid-pardon me, my friend—how shall I dare even to ask such to believe, that an Englishman may take his seat at nine o'clock of the evening in a common public vehicle of this country-profoundly atmospherical, and constitutionally saturnine, as we have been deemed! - and be rolled, boundingly, over the almost velvet surface of one hundred miles by the corresponding hour of the morning? and that, -in comparison of the Dutch, Prussian or German stages, almost without being sensible of any motion at all? Foreigners, unfamiliar to such luxury, might think that the feathered Mercury was conveying them on his own pinion, or flying with them in a chariot of gossamer. Yet this velocity is an ordinary fact, which every man in England can attest; and if a traveller can bear the expence of what we call going post, that is, in one of our post-chaises, more than double- I believe I might venture to say, nearly treble- the num |