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native dignity. I could not, without a sigh, gaze on the roofless ruins of Launceston castle.- how changed the scene! There met, one time, the gay and great, there was, in by gone days, the arena of chivalrous encounter,—there, the scene of splendid hospitality! Ah, man! there need no catapults or battering rams,-no thundering artillery or devastating flames, to consume or prostrate the forts and towers which thy labours raise! Withhold the hostile hand;-. leave unassailed, the halls, where bards of old, sang deeds of valour; and breathed o'er the chords of well tuned harps, the songs of liberty and love. Time,-time, quite soon enough, will level with the dust the proudest monuments of earthly fame,-time crumbles, beneath its adamantine hand, the castles of the strong,--and hurls to their base, the lofty palaces of kings! Yet a few fleeting years, and the massy walls of yonder tower, from whose lofty summit I beheld, with rapture and delight, the beauties of nature which surrounded me, shall every
stone, lie low: and, where it stands, the birds of heaven, flapping their pinions, and shrieking their wild notes, shall cut, through the liquid air, their unimpeded way!
Vale, Cornubia!-Lectores, Valete!