l, Albemarle Street; but
her health requiring change of air, Laleham was engaged for a short period;
although, in allusion to the situation, it was said to be very _low_--a
flat joke indeed.

In this delightful retreat, the young Queen and her suite at present
reside; and so pacific is our taste, that to enjoy the tranquil scenery
of Laleham, and the sports of the stream that waters its park, we would
willingly forego all the cares of state, and leave its plots and
counterplots to more ambitious minds. We could sit by the waters of
Laleham, and sing with the muse of Grongar:

Be full ye courts, be great who will;
Search for peace with all your skill;
Open wide the lofty door,
Seek her on the marble floor;
In vain you search, she is not there;
In vain you search the domes of care!
Grass and flowers Quiet treads,
On the meads and mountain-heads.
Along with Pleasure close ally'd,
Ever by each other's side.

But great as may be our content, we hope to see her Majesty speedily
restored to the bosom of her family, provided she be secure from the
perils of her distracted country.

There are some allusions to an interesting part of ancient story connected
with Laleham, Dr. Stukely notices the remains of a Roman encampment on
Greenfield Common, within the parish of Laleham, which he supposes to have
been the camp in which Caesar halted after passing the Thames.

* * * * *

LINES WRITTEN ON VISITING THE ISLAND OF IONA.

(_For the Mirror_.)

Wild, sad, and solitary, amid the wave,
Iona mourns her pious founder's grave;
Still o'er his tomb these fretted columns pay
Their crumbling dust, a tribute to his clay.
Frail wreck of time! so crippled with the blast,
Recorder Of the present and the past,
Enough can tell. These Gothic arches show
The height of glory and of human woe;
Alas, 'tis all which occupies the brain,
The lust of power dyes the despot's chain,
Here Learning cast her magic beam around
Light of fair Science, whence our freedom's found,
Resistless spells, attractive power, for long
Brought princes here, and Minstrel's sung their song,
To pay a tribute to the holy sage
Their history told, it formed his faithful page;
Historic power Supreme! within this wall
Gave Bruce the crown, or Baliol the fall,
From proud Edward's grasp in a bark they bore
All Scotland's archives to a distant shore,
Manned by a hardy a