The terrace of Windsor Castle forms a delightful promenade for the people of the town, and is frequently enlivened by the band of the Guards. I walked there this morning with the pretty and amiable Misses C----, and paid a visit with them to the 'châtelaine' of the Palace, an old unmarried lady. It is impossible to have a more delightful residence. Every window commands a beautiful landscape. The venerable lady showed me a stone in the wall of her bedroom, on which was a decayed inscription. "This," said she, "was carved by a charming young knight who pined here in captivity, just before his death; he was suffocated under this very stone." "Good God!" said I, "are you not afraid to sleep here--suppose the young knight's ghost should appear!" "Never fear!" exclaimed the sprightly old lady, "at my time of life one is not so timid; I am safe from all young knights, living or dead." We proceeded to the noble chapel, where divine service was going on. The banners, swords, and coronets of the Knights of the Garter proudly ranged around; the melancholy light of the coloured windows; the beautiful carvings in stone and wood; the reverential groups of hearers,--formed a fine picture only defaced by some few objects: for instance, the ridiculous monument of the Princess Charlotte, in which the four subordinate figures turn their backs completely on the spectator; while on the other hand the Princess appears in a twofold character,--extended as a corpse, and ascending to heaven as an angel. Lulled by the music, I gave myself up, in the quiet nook in which I had niched myself, to my fancies, and, absorbed in the kingdom of sound, soon forgot all around me. At last I thought myself dead, and yet I fancied myself a visitor of that Gothic chapel we wished to build, dear Julia, and standing before my own tomb. In the centre of the church, on a white marble sarcophagus, lay a figure wrapped in thick folds of drapery, with a wolf and a lamb at his feet. Another pedestal of the same form was vacant. I approached, and read the following inscriptions on the marble. On the end under the head of the recumbent figure were the following words, In thy bosom, O God! Rests his imperishable spirit, For the eternal law of life Is death and resurrection. At the opposite end was written; His childhood was deprived of its greatest blessing,-- Loving education in the paternal house. His youth was stormy, and vain, and foolish, But never estranged from Nature and from God. On the one side, Serious and melancholy was his manhood;-- It would have been shrouded in night, Had not a loving woman, Like the sun, with clear benign beams, Oft changed the dark night into cheerful day. On the other side, Length of days was denied him: What were his works and his deeds? They live and bloom around you. What else he strove for, or attained, on earth,-- To others it availed much, to himself little.