The original of our Engraving was copied from a rare print, which, in the year 1790, was in the collection of Thomas Allen, Esq. Appended to the former is a section, showing the relative situation of Clarendon House, which was taken from a map of London (supposed to be unique) in an illustrated _Clarendon's History_, in the possession of John Charles Crowle, Esq. By the section, the entrance-gate to the court-yard of the house appears to have been in Piccadilly, in a direct line with St. James's Street, and the grounds to have extended to Bruton Street at the back, where there was likewise a communication. The site of the front gate is now, therefore, the commencement of _Albemarle Street_, named after one of the distinguished occupants of Clarendon House. Notwithstanding the revolutions of time and fashion in this quarter, the illustrious name of the founder of Clarendon House is still preserved in the "_Clarendon Hotel_," which occupies a portion of the original ground already described. One of the changes is, that instead of the Chancellor meditating upon his dismissal from office, which his very virtues and stately dignity, and a weak king, and a more wicked and envious faction had brought about,--we have well-living twos and fours hob-nobbing over Chateau-Margaux, or yielding to the delightful inspirations of Ay Champagne. Not a few more of the good things of this great town are assembled near the same spot. Albemarle Street has many first-rate hotels, and two handsome club-houses; while on the Bond Street side of the quadrangle are two or three extensive libraries, an immense porcelain repository, and a score of fashionable _artistes_. What idle delights are all these compared with the wisdom and virtue which once dwelt on the same spot. But had Clarendon lived to see Crockford's splendid subscription-house rise after a golden shower, in St. James's Street, (and this he might have done from the front-windows of Clarendon House) he would, perhaps, have given us an extra volume of _Essays_. We would that he _had_ so lived, if only that his sublime truths might thus nave been multiplied for the good of mankind, if not for the weak heads of St. James's Street. * * * * * THE GLANCIN' E'E. Oh lassie tell me can'st thou lo'e, I hae gaz'd upon thy glancin' e'e; It soars aboon, it rolls below, But, ah, it never rests on me. Oh lassie I hae socht the hour When pity wak'nin' lo'e might be, Tell my sair heart a gauldin' flower Has droopit in thy glancin' e'e. Oh lassie, turn not sae awa' Disdainfu', gie na death to me; Does pity mark the tears that fa'? Exhale them wi' thy glancin' e'e. C.C. * * * * * WESTMINSTER ABBEY. (_For the Mirror_.) "There is a voice from the grave sweeter than song."--_Washington Irving_.