"I see, I see, where two fair cities bend
Their ample brow, _a new Whitehall ascend._"


Again,


"You too proceed, make falling arts your care,
_Erect new wonders, and the old repair;_
_Jones_ and Palladio to themselves _restore_,
And be whate'er Vitruvius was before."


P.T.W.

* * * * *


THE UNIVERSE.

_(For the Mirror.)_


O light celestial, streaming wide
Through morning'd court of fairy blue--
O tints of beauty, beams of pride,
That break around its varied hue--
Still to thy wonted pathway true,