Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which includes the original illustrations. See 11864-h.htm or 11864-h.zip: (http://www.ibiblio.org/gutenberg/1/1/8/6/11864/11864-h/11864-h.htm) or (http://www.ibiblio.org/gutenberg/1/1/8/6/11864/11864-h.zip) THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION. Vol. 20, No. 570.] SATURDAY, OCTOBER 13, 1832. [PRICE 2d. * * * * * THE ISLE OF WIGHT. [Illustration: (Wilkes's Cottage.)] NOTES FROM A PEDESTRIAN EXCURSION IN THE ISLAND. By a Correspondent. Although the roads of the island have within the last twenty years been rendered passable for vehicles of all kinds, even to stage coaches, yet by far the best mode of inspecting this English Arcadia is to travel through it on foot, commencing at Ryde. From this town a footpath leads across the park and grounds of St. John's into the high road which may be followed to Brading. About a mile from that place is Nunwell, the seat of Sir W. Oglander; and opposite is a delightful view of Bembridge (the birthplace of Madame de Feuchares) and Brading Harbour, which at high water presents to the eye a rich, deep, green colour, with an increased effect from being surveyed through the long line of tall elms on the road side. Brading boasts of a mayor and corporation, and formerly sent a member to parliament, which privilege was abolished by Queen Elizabeth. The town is of high antiquity, as is also the church, which tradition says was the first built in the island. It contains few monuments of interest or note, but the surrounding burial-ground can boast of a collection of epitaphs and inscriptions which are above mediocrity. The following to the memory of Miss Barry by the Rev. Mr. Gill has been rendered celebrated by the admirable music of Dr. Calcott: Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear, That mourns thy exit from a world like this; Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here, And stayed thy progress to the realms of bliss. No more confined to grov'ling scenes of night-- No more a tenant pent in mortal clay; Now should we rather hail thy glorious flight, And trace thy journey to the realms of day.