A tower of victory! from whence the flight
Of baffled foes was watched along the plain:
But peace destroyed what war could never blight,
And laid those proud roofs bare to summer's rain,
On which the iron shower for years had poured in vain.

_Childe Harold._


SPIRIT OF THE "ANNUALS."


We have the pleasure of presenting to the readers of the MIRROR, the
completion of our notices of these very elegant publications; and
in pursuance of the plan of our former Supplement, we are enabled
to assemble within the present sheet the characteristics of _eight
works_, whilst our quotations include _fourteen_ prose tales and
sketches, and poetical pieces, of great merit.

The above engraving and its pendant are copied from the _Literary
Souvenir_, specially noticed in our last Supplement. The original
is a drawing by J.M.W. Turner, R.A. and the plate in the _Souvenir_
is by J. Pye--both artists of high excellence in their respective
departments:--

The waters of the Rhine have long maintained their pre-eminence,
as forming one of the mightiest and loveliest among the highways
of Europe.

But among all its united trophies of art and nature, there is not