know not. There is also, near the head of the grave, the withered and shapeless stump of an old tree, and this probably is the " Hopea"aat one time, no doubt, as luxuriant and fresh as the umbrageous tree that now stands in its pride on the rising ground but a short distance offasignificant enough of the durability of a good name beyond all the pride and hope of earthly materials or greatness. One can hardly indeed quit a spot like this without that " deeper musing" chastening the thoughts, and rendering us mindful, in the words of a certain poet, that we have
---trod the earth
In whose honoured breast doth lie All.of sweetness, valour, worth, That can ever wholly die !"*
Having, whilst my companions waited, made a hasty sketch of the spot, we proceeded on our stroll.
And now had I possessed my sketch book, with skill to use it equal to my excite-ment, which admiration of the " pictorial" every where presenting itself, created, I should have left the place, no doubt, with the material for an "Amherst illustrated" in my portfolio ! Noble treesaclusters of giant bamboosaand luxuriant vegetation of every kind shadowing a variety of eminences and hollows around. The white and graceful spire of a pagoda rising from amidst or behind it,a" meandering paths," bordered by rich flowering jungle, and deep woody banks sloping down to the beach, where the sea, looking so beautiful and innocent, was rolling and breaking its milk white surf on the stony beach and over the red rocksareminding one how much pleasanter it is to look at them in this way than under a " lee bow !"
* " Imaginary Inscription for the burial place of Grace Darling." J. G. G.* " Imaginary Inscription for the burial place of Grace Darling." J. G. G.