How glorious is the scene that here expands, Where, 'mid her lofty towers, Augusta stands, Drawing, in tribute to her daring helm, And boundless trade, the wealth of every realm; And stretching forth her hand o'er land and main, To check the proud, and break the captive's chain! It may be safely affirmed that they who have witnessed the view of London, from Greenwich Park, have beheld a scene which neither time nor circumstances can ever obliterate, and to which it may be doubted if Europe itself could furnish a rival. It is a point to which foreigners and strangers uniformly advert, in expressing their admiration of the British capital and its environs; and to which, during the fine season, multitudes resort for the sake of the delicious park-scenery and the magnificent prospects which it commands. From the base of the National Observatory to the cupola of St. Paul's, the objects which it embraces are of the most variegated and imposing character. In the fore ground is the palace of the former "Kings and Queens of England,"--now the noblest Hospital in the world--with all its stately appendages. In the centre of the picture is the Thames--the great "highway" by which the fleets of commerce are continually pouring the treasures of the world into the heart of the metropolis. In the back ground--here in bold relief, and there dimly shadowed in the horizon--are seen the towers and temples of London, with the majestic dome of St. Paul's presiding over the whole in glorious pre-eminence. Turning to the east, the scene presents new objects of interest and admiration. The shipping off Blackwall--the Docks--the vast traffic by which the river is continually agitated--the steamers passing and repassing, their decks crowded with company, and the bands of music occasionally striking up, as they pass the Royal Hospital, the national air of "Rule Britannia,"--all produce an effect upon the spectators, which, in point of animation, cannot be surpassed. What gives peculiar interest to the picture, is the appearance of the "ancient mariners" who are continually in sight--pensioners who have given their legs and arms as pledges to British independence, and now pass the evening of their days in every comfort to which a weather-beaten seaman can aspire-- Heroes, every one, Ye might as soon have made the steeple run; And then his messmates, if you're pleased to stay, He'll one by one the gallant souls display.