splendour and their power; while the people of almost every realm, after experiencing the vicissitudes of eventful Time, are again placed in a state of solid security. Multa dies, variusque labor mutabilis Ævi VIRGIL. This part of the subject may not improperly be closed with the following Lines, written some years since, by the author of the present work, amidst the scenery which they attempt to celebrate. Grand Edifice! uplifted in the air, As if surveying yonder golden skies, All sublunary things! how is my soul Impress'd with solemn feeling, when thy courts Whence I have flown to solitude and peace, Contain what I do value more than life, Strewing my path with flowers-yet, here to muse On Time gone by,-eventful various Time, When Hesperus, bright herald of the night, His solitary lamp o'er western climes Hangs lovely.-Scene of holy Quietness! Where nought is heard, save the cyclopean blows On fiery masses of ferruginous Ore; Or the distinctless hum of many tongues, As if all jubilant that Toil, no more Demands accustomed Care: where nothing moves, Save the quick-flitting bat, that wheels her course To tread thy lofty heights, while yon fair plains, Emblem of mortal man, bow'd down with age! How chang'd from what thou wert, ere, speeding on, O'er thee a thousand years began to roll! Then, echoing through thy glades, the Warder's horn, Lo! these, methinks I see to Dudley's Chief, Then, ancient Pile! when cent'ries yet were young, Were seen thy spacious halls, while fairest dames, Departed Pomp! where are thy glories now? But tho no Chieftain mid a vassal train No sprightly fair ones, pair'd with courtly youths, The ivy and the unmolested weed Trailing along the moss-invested stones, Fall'n-fall'n long since, half buried with their weight. There, mid the rudely-sculptur'd fragments, lo! Atropa hangs her dark florescent bells, Or (when comes autumn-tide) like rubies bright, Berries seductive to the incautious eye Of truant children,-berries drugg'd with death! Fit product of a soil ensanguin'd oft By martial strife; when, from these ramparts high, The Baron-Despot look'd defiance bold On the subjacent plains, tho' serried ranks Sent, from unnumbered bows, "the arrowy show'r," * Atropa Belladonna, Deadly Nightshade. P Or tho' from yonder hills with verdure cloth'd, Alike have vanish'd now, thou hoary Pile! It is not needed. For, no tyrant-king Vexes, with iron sway, a groaning land; But GEORGE THE GOOD rules with far mightier pow'r The pow'r of Righteousness-a loyal realm: While, Lord of thee, thou venerable Pile! More than by titled Honours, Dudley's Peer Shoot her pale beams thro' crannied walls, once braced Sleeps sweet as infant, pillow'd on the breast Of its chaste mother, tranc'd in nuptial bliss. *The Castle is supposed to have been cannonaded from a piece of ground on the eastern side of Cawney hill. Several balls (some of them 32 pounders) have been found among the ruins. A LIST OF PLANTS, &c. GROWING (MANY OF THEM INDIGENOUSLY) NEAR THE Paris quadrifolia ............Four-leaved herb Paris Pimpinella saxifraga........Saxifrage Anise Plantago media var.foliosa Plantain Solanum Dulcamara........Sweet-bitter Nightshade Thymum serpyllum ... Ulmus campestris Ulmus suberosa Ulmus montana. Ulmus Glabra Wild Thyme, or running TREES. Betony ...Com. small-leaved Elm ..Com. cork-barked Elm Broad-leaved Elm In Mr. Shaw's History of Staffordshire, the Dulcamara is erroneously stated to be synonymous with the Atropa Belladonna; whereas they are distinct Plants. They both grow abundantly upon the Castle Hill:-but the Atropa Belladonna alone is poisonous. So large and numerous were, formerly, the Trees which surrounded the Castle, that it was called "the Castle in the woods." Of these ancient tenants very few now remain: nor are there more than three kinds of them on the hill, that are particularly distinguishable; namely, the Wych Elm, the Ash, and the Hawthorn. A remarkable variety, or Lusus Naturæ, in the former genus, is still standing in the Foxyard Colliery, about a mile beyond the Castle. The common people call it "the bow-down Tree," because every branch and every leaf of it incline towards the earth. Even the young shoots from its gnarled trunk, immediately on their first appearance, take that direction, as if the tree had been turned topsy-turvy. Its age probably is not less than three centuries: and, |