have all sail set, studding, and gibtopsail, and squaresail, and sky-scraper, if such a sail be on board. The captain may take them in, but what is that to Hilarity's sworn brother. The tide may turn, the breeze may die away, But still he swears the vessel's making way! This is the right man for a sea turn. Look at that picture, and at this, the counterfeit presentment of two passengers. Observe the Being, seated, and erouching as closely as possible to the deck, for fear the vessel should slip away from under him. HE has no faith in tides, no reliance on winds, or the bravadoes of one merrier companion. There he sits wrapt up in his own contemplations. The sky may darken, but it cannot be gloomier than his features; breeze may blow, and tide may flow, but he fears they will not last, and he is looking forward to spending the coming night in a sultry and sickly birth as the least evil of the voyage; happy, indeed, if the taciturn seal he has set upon his lips be not dissolved by the bilious omnipotence of Neptune!" Will you join us, sir, in discussing the contents of our sea basket ?" "No I thank you." "You had better try a biscuit, and a little brandy and water." "I am very much obliged to you, but I'd rather not at present." "How far are we come, captain? are we half across think you?" "Do you see that slice of blue land, up channel, sir, when we are half over it will appear to us as an island.' r Oh, ah, I see; well, what time do you think we shall get over?""Its impossible to say, sir." "Were you ever out all night?" "Oh yes sir, but not at this time of the year." "You don't expect a quick passage to-day!" "Why, no sir, but there's no telling, there's no wind:" bout ship there! and let the foresail draw, we must make another tack. thought so," concludes the despairing passenger, men, With this regard his hopes are turned awry, And lose the dream of Swansea. "I It is not thus, however, with many of us, for Mr. C. has cured the majority of the dumps. Now ladies and gentlelook out for Wales; our native land good bye! and every glass is in requisition to welcome the various objects that present themselves upon this portion of the Cambrian sea-board. Up channel, over the bow, you may see the place, if not the towers of SWANSEA distinctly noted by a cloud of white smoke coming down from the copper works above the town, and the rest of the bay stretching eastward beyond Britton Ferry, and Margam Woode Far away to the westward is the WORM'S HEAD, a promontory so called, because the sailors fancy it resembles a worm creeping, with its head erect, between the NASS point, and SAINT GOWANS, in PEMBROKESHIRE. The worm's head, now the farthest point of land we see down channel, is the extremity of a peninsula commonly called THE LAND of GoWER, a portion of the county of GLAMORGAN. It is in circuit about 40 or 50 miles, and all by report in the seignory of the D. of BEAUFORT. It is by report also inferior to the other parts of the county; but the origin and habits of its inhabitants, and the various curiosities and antiquities to be seen, render it well worthy of the traveller's examination. The extreme part is fertile, producing very fine corn. The south-western district is inhabited by the descendants of a colony of FLEMINGS, who are distinguished from the Welch by not speaking the same language, and by their own provincial dress. One article of which is a shawl of wool, dyed scarlet, worn by the women, and called a whittle. It is thrown across the shoulders, and is now usually fastened with a broach, but was formerly pinned to with a prickle of blackthorn. (O! for the degeneracy of the moderns.) From the WORM'S HEAD, looking up channel, you see the little bay and village of PORTEINON, famous for its oysters and lobsters, and thence you look into Oxwich, or Oxwich Bay. Near the beach is the little village of Oxwich, and the church and parsonage. Beyond again is the castle, of which little now remains but the Gothic window. Farther in the interior of the bay is PENRICE CASTLE, the mansion of C. R. M. Talbot, esq., built under the towers of the ancient castle of Penrice. This seat embraces the beauties of fine woods, lawn, a small lake, and a most superb sea-view. Near the village of Penrice is an old entrenchment, and a house called the SANCTUARY, said once to have been the property of THE KNIGHTS of ST. JOHN of JERUSALEM. Above is the point of Leven Bryn, one of the highest hills of South Wales, and at its foot are seen the church and vicarage of Penmaln. Passing Oxwich Bay, you next look into that of Poldie, a great resort of the stone vessels for limestone, which is here of a very fine quality; the place is familiarly termed the "Qarr,' an abridgement of quarry, and the startling explosion of the gun-powder that rends its rocky pinnacles, is frequently heard over the booming surges that break upon its iron-bound shore. In this bay is Bacon's Hole, so named from a stratum of stone which has been imagined to resemble a rasher of bacon; there is also a cavern of great extent, but difficult of access. The next bay is the beautiful one of Caswell, or Kerswell, in great request for its various charms of perfect seclusion, the smoothest possible beach, an abundance of fine shells, precipitous rocks, and many curious caverns and grottos. To one of these are three entrances, doors or windows, as the visitors may fancy, separated by irregular rocky pillars which support the roof, under which there is also a most plentiful font, or basin, of the purest spring water. Altogether this bay is a most delightful retreat in summer, and is frequently visited by the cold collationers of the vicinity. Beyond this we pass Langland, and then Bracelet Bay, and arrive at the foot of the MUMBLES rock, or point, which is the western extremity of Swansea Bay. This rock, or chain of rocks, for it appears as three islands at high water, is surmounted by a fine LIGHTHOUSE, which contains a large iron lantern, with eleven grand lamps and reflectors, cast at the foundry at Neath. When lit by night they produce a brilliant star, forming a most beautiful object from the pier at Swansea. Under the lighthouse at low water, may be seen an excavation, called Bob's Cove, which seems to undermine the whole fabric. The tide, my loving passengers, has thus compelled us to stand in pretty close along shore, till it has brought us under the MUMBLES; but we shall now soon round the point and conclude our voyage, for the sailors have been long whistling for just such a breeze as I see will serve to carry us, with a graceful undulation, alongside the pier of Swansea. What a happy circumstance for the proprietors of Inns, and letters of lodgings. (TO BE CONCLUDED IN OUR NEXT.) FACTS, FANCIES, RECOLLECTIONS, AND OBSERVATIONS, en passant regardant. NO. I. One Reason for not Visiting your Family Estate. Travelling the other day through the county of * * * * I came to a large Mansion House, very finely situated on the banks of a pleasant river. I stopped to look at it more curiously, and observing a person lounging in the road, I enquired of him to whom the house belonged? "What fine house, sir! oh it belongs to Lord W, but," (added my informer)" he seldom comes down here now." Upon this I very naturally remarked, "his Lordship is in town perhaps, or on his travels," when, to my great astonishment, the man answered, "Oh, no, sir, Lord W has been dead these nine years." Written on a blank page of Crabb's Poems. But a Poet's true hand had their Register kept; A shadow as deep to the records of heart? Queries for the classically curious. Was not CECROPS, (see crops) a good name for the man who first taught the people of Attica to cultivate the land? -And was not Whist invented by the people of Otricoli ? Modern Degeneracy. First it was Dame and porridge, then came Mrs. and broth, and now it is MADAM and TEA. Farther Particulars, not of Mr. Weare.* There is a portrait of Bonaparte about town, drawn while he was lying in state, and if correct, it is a most curious circumstance, that it bears a most striking resemblance to one taken of Thurtell previous to dissection. These heroes are drawn nearly in the same position, and, the organs (as the craniologists have it) most prominent in each, are precisely the Was not the dominant passion of each of these men very similar, though exercised upon such different theatres ? same. Puns Poetical. LONDON LETTER. At a female boat-race which took place the other day at Plymouth Dock, (we beg pardon) at Devonport, the contending parties were the ladies of Saltash, and the fadies of Oreston, (Oarston) who, by the fashion of a name, ought to *. The very ponds prate of my where-about. MACBETH. have won the race-but they did not; this circumstance gave rise to the following observation and reply Could victory to a name belong, REPLE. What's in a name! why should it be Since oars acquainted with the sea. Upon Ascension Day, the Doge of Venice from the deck of his vessel the Bucentaur, marries the Adriatic. A ring is. thrown into the water, but a slight thread secures it after it. has sunk, as the perquisite of one of the state officers. The following is the form of words used by the Doge upon this occasion: Desponsamus te Mare, in signum veri, et perpetui imperii. I marry thee MARY thy Master to be, PARODY. I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled WHY NOT ALSO. I knew by the brickbats, so carelessly hurled Above the high wall, that a PLAY ground was near; CALENDAR. (CONTINUED FROM PAGE 14.) GILES, ABBOT and CONFESSOR, was born at Athens, and, after disposing of his patrimony to charitable uses, went into France 715. He lived two years with Cæsarius, Archbishop of Arles, and afterwards retired into soli * The wood of which they are generally made. |