MONKEY ISLAND.

[Illustration:  Monkey island.]

This picturesque spot is situate in the middle of the river Thames, near Cliefden, Bucks,[1] and about three-quarters of a mile from the village of Bray.[2] It was purchased and decorated for the enjoyment of fishing parties by the third Duke of Marlborough.  Upon its fine sward he erected a small rustic building called Monkey Hall, from the embellishments of the interior being in part fancifully painted with a number of monkeys dressed in human apparel, and imitating human actions.  Some are represented diverting themselves with fishing, others with hunting, &c.  One is drawn gravely sitting in a boat, smoking, while a female “waterman” is labouring at the oar, rowing him across a river.  The ceiling and cornices are ornamented with aquatic plants and flowers.  In another building, raised at the expense of the Duke, on this island, and named the Temple, is an elegant saloon, painted with green and gold, and enriched with figures in stucco-work superbly gilt, representing mermaids, sea-lions, fish, shells, and other objects.  The place altogether might be called Marlborough’s Folly.

    [1] For a View and Description of Cliefden, see Mirror, vol.
    xv. p. 97.

    [2] For a View of Bray Church, see Mirror, vol. xvii. p 209.

The perfection of the monkey embellishments would delight the admirers of Mr. Landseer’s famed Monkeyana.

Monkey Island has had several owners since the Duke of Marlborough disposed of it:  the lease of the place at L25_l._ a-year was, in 1787, purchased for 240 guineas, by Henry Townley Ward, Esq. who bequeathed it to P.C.  Bruce, Esq., of Taplow.  Its vicinity to “Cliefden’s hanging woods” and picturesque home scenery must render it a delightful retreat.

Its establishment is stated to have cost the Duke of Marlborough ten thousand guineas.

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SONG,

From the French of Beranger.

Le Roi D’YVETOT.

(For the Mirror.)

  There once was a King, as they say,
    Though history says naught about it,
  Who slept sound by night and by day,
    And for glory—­who just did without it;
  A night cap his diadem was,
    Which his maid used to air at the fire,
  And then put it on him, (that’s poz:)
    Such was his Coronation attire.

Chorus.

  “Lack-a-day, well-a-day!” then let us sing,
  And mourn for the loss of this good little King.

  In a cottage his banquets were given,
    He lived upon four meals a-day, sir,
  On which diet he seems to have thriven: 
    And an ass was his charger they say, sir,
  A dog was his life-guard, we’re told,
    And many a peregrination
  Thus attended, he must have been bold,
    He made step and step through the nation.