CASCADE AT VIRGINIA WATER.

This has been described as “perhaps the most striking imitation we have of the great works of nature:”  at all events, it has less of the mimicry of art than similar works on a smaller scale.

Virginia Water will be recollected as the largest sheet of artificial water in the kingdom, with the exception of that at Blenheim.  Near the high Southampton road it forms the above cascade, descending into a glen romantically shaded with plantations of birch, willow, and acacia: 

  Hollowly here the gushing water sounds
  With a mysterious voice; one might pause
  Upon its echoes till it seemeth a noise
  Of fathomless wilds where man had never walked.

Or it may be described in the graphic words of Thomson: 

  With woods o’erhung, and shagg’d with mossy rocks,
  Whence on each side the gushing waters play,
  And down the rough cascade white dashing fall,
  Or gleam in lengthened vista through the trees.

Beside the cascade is a stone cave, “moss-o’ergrown,” constructed with fragments of immense size and curious shape that were originally dug up at Bagshot Heath, and are supposed to be the remains of a Saxon cromlech.  At the base of this fall, it becomes a running stream, and after winding through part of Surrey, falls into the Thames at Chertsey.

The reader will remember Virginia Water as the favourite retreat of the late King; and this embellishment, (if so artificial a term can be applied to a cascade,) was made at the bidding of the Royal taste.  It is perhaps the most successful of all the contrivances hereabout to aid the natural enchantment of the scene.  We believe the present Court are not so fervent in their attachment to this resort; its seclusion must, however, be a delightful relief to the costly cares of state, and the superb suites of Windsor Castle.  A scene of wild nature, such as the annexed is intended to represent, is more acceptable to our sight than all the quarterings on the ceiling of St. George’s Hall, though they resemble the pattern-cards of chivalry.

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Laconics, &c.

Our natural disposition to evil is evident in this:  that vice tracks out its own path and stands in need of no instructor; while it requires not only example but discipline to initiate us in virtue.

We both read and hear bitter complaints about the uncertainty of human affairs; and yet it is that uncertainty alone that gives life its relish, for novelty is the real and radical cause of all our enjoyments.

There is a great outcry against fools on the part of the knaves, but rather with some want of policy; for if there were no fools in the world cunning men would have but a bad trade of it.

The faults of a fool are concealed from himself while they are evident to the world; on the other hand the faults of the wise man are well known to himself, while they are masked over and invisible to the world.