about four miles round the tower, and afford a very agreeable and picturesque walk. Utrecht was once a rich and powerful see, the bishops of which were sovereign princes, who laying the crosier aside, and assuming the sword, frequently waged bloody warfare with their rivals the prince bishops of Leyden. The same causes which have thinned the number of students of Leyden, have reduced those of Utrecht, which do not exceed 360, most of whom are the sons of the inhabitants of the city. Two-thirds of the merchants of this place have connexions with London. There are several endowments of a charitable nature, which do honour to the city, many of which were originally instituted, and principally supported by English families resident here before the revolution. A botanic garden has lately been formed near the dome of the cathedral; it is upon a small scale, but appeared to be well arranged. In one of the gardens close to the city, was a naked little statue of Cupid, without arrows or wings, with the following beautiful inscription under it: N’ offrant qu’un cœur à la beauté, Nud comme la vérité, Sans armes comme l’Innocence, Sans aîles comme la Constance, Tel fut l’Amour dans le siecle d’or, On ne le trouve plus, quoiqu’ on le cherche encore. To Beauty give your heart, your sighs, No other offering will she prize; As Truth should unadorn’d appear Behold! the God is naked here. Like Innocence, he has no arms But those of sweet, of native charms; No wish or power has he to fly, Like thy pure spirit, Constancy! Such in the golden age was Love! But now, oh! whither does he rove! J. C. In the gardens of Chantilly, the little god appears in the same manner, and is celebrated in the same exquisite lines.