EXETER ’CHANGE, STRAND.

[Illustration:  Exeter ’Change, Strand.]

Who has not heard of Exeter ’Change? celebrated all over England for its menagerie and merchandize—­wild beasts and cutlery—­kangaroos and fleecy hosiery—­elephants and minikin pins—­a strange assemblage of nature and art—­and savage and polished life.

At page 69 of the present volume we have given a brief sketch of the “Ancient Site of the Exeter ’Change,” &c.; showing how the magnificent house of Burleigh, where Queen Elizabeth deigned to visit her favourite treasurer—­at length became a receptable for uncourtly beasts, birds, and reptiles, whilst the lower part became a little nation of shopkeepers, among whom shine conspicuous the parsimony and good fortune of Mr. Clarke, the cutler, who amassed here a princely fortune.  But the march of improvement having condemned the whole of the building, “Exeter ’Change is removed to Charing Cross.”  Mr. Cross’s occupation’s gone, and the wild beasts have progressed nearer the Court by removing to the King’s Mews.

Surely such a place is worthy of preservation in a graphic sketch for the mirror.  Perhaps its wonders were once the goal of our wishes—­to receive a long bill from the jolly yeoman at the door, to see the living wonders of the upper story, and be treated with a pocket knife or whistle-whip from the counters of the lower apartments, have probably at one period or other been grand treats.  Yes, gentle reader, and two doors east of this world of wonders appeared the early numbers of the present Miscellany.

Among the improvement projects, we hear that a building for the meetings of public societies is to occupy the above site.

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RECENT BALLOON ASCENT.

(To the Editor of the Mirror.)

June 10, 1829.

Sir,—­With your permission, I will attempt to describe the magnificent scene I witnessed on my ascent with Mr. G. Green, in his balloon, on Wednesday, June 10th, 1829; but I really want the power of language to depict its grandeur; for no poetic taste, or pencil of man, can unfold the splendid scene we enjoyed while traversing the ethereal regions.

Having implicit confidence in the skill of Mr. Green I ascended with him from the Jamaica, Tea-gardens, Rotherhithe, amidst the acclamations of the multitude, whose forms and voices soon passed away; the busy hum of men (with us) ceased in a few seconds, and a solemn stillness reigned over the metropolis.  The serenity of the evening threw a degree of solemnity over the scene, which had the effect of enchantment.  We never lost sight of the earth, for our voyage was perfectly cloudless.  The fields and buildings were all in miniature proportions, though most exquisitely depicted; and as Greenwich Hospital, the Tower of