Marrocke (Morocco) they entered into the great occean sea, where they fond (found) dyvers and many Iles. Among which they perceiuing this Ile to be not onely the greatest in circuite, but also most plenteouse of every necessary to man, the earth moste apte to bring forth," &c. The learned prelate goes on to enumerate the natural advantages of our country. He continues--"They wanderynge and reioysinge at their good and fortunate arrival, named this yle in Greeke _Olbion_, which in Englishe signifieth happy." _Foley Place._ AN ANTIQUARY. [1] Holinshed. [2] Alba, the city of Romulus, the founder of Rome, was called so from a white sow found there by Æneas.--Vide Livy, lib. i Cum tibi sollicito secreti ad fluminis undam Litoreis ingens inventa sub illicibus sus, Triginta capitum foetus enixa jacebit, Alba, solo recubans, albi circum ubera nati: Is locus urbis erit ei. Virgil Æneid, lib. iii. v. 390. When, in the shady shelter of a wood And near the margin of a gentle flood, Thou shalt behold a sow upon the ground, With thirty sucking young encompassed round; The dam and offspring white as falling snow: These on thy city shall their name bestow, &c. DRYDEN. * * * * * LINES. (_For the Mirror._) "Preach to the storm, or reason with despair, But tell not misery's son that life is fair" H.K. WHITE. I mark'd his eye--it beam'd with gladness, His ceaseless smile and joyous air, His infant soul had ne'er felt sadness, Nor kenn'd he yet but _life was fair._ His chubby cheek with genuine mirth Blown out--while all around him smiled, And fairy-land to him seemed earth, I envied him, unwitting child. I look'd again--his eye was flush'd With passion proud and deep delight, But often o'er his brow there gush'd A blackened cloud which made it night, But still the cloud would wear away, (His youthful cheek was red and rare,) And still his heart beat light and gay, Still did he fancy _life was fair._ Again I looked--another change-- The darkened eye, the visage wan, Told me that sorrow had been there, Told me that time had made him man. His brow was overcast, and deep Had care, the demon, furrow'd there, I heard him sigh with anguish deep, "_Oh! tell me not that life is fair._" COLBOURNE. * * * * * BIRTHPLACE OF LOCKE. (_To the Editor._) The philosopher was born in the room lighted by the upper window on the right, in your Engraving No. 487. It is a small, plain apartment, having few indications of former respectability. In the garden of Barley Wood, near Wrington, the residence of the religious and sentimental Hannah More, stands an urn commemorative of Locke, the gift of Mrs. Montague, with the following inscription: