in some other countries, but in Spain, the land of noble and gigantic cathedrals, it can be styled nothing more than a decent place of worship; it is still in an unfinished state.  There is a public walk or alameda on the northern ramparts, which is generally thronged in summer evenings:  the green of its trees, when viewed from the bay, affords an agreeable relief to the eye, dazzled with the glare of the white buildings, for Cadiz is also a bright city.  It was once the wealthiest place in all Spain, but its prosperity has of late years sadly diminished, and its inhabitants are continually lamenting its ruined trade; on which account many are daily abandoning it for Seville, where living at least is cheaper.  There is still, however, much life and bustle in the streets, which are adorned with many splendid shops, several of which are in the style of Paris and London.  The present population is said to amount to eighty thousand souls.

It is not without reason that Cadiz has been called a strong town:  the fortifications on the land side, which were partly the work of the French during the sway of Napoleon, are perfectly admirable, and seem impregnable:  towards the sea it is defended as much by nature as by art, water and sunken rocks being no contemptible bulwarks.  The defences of the town, however, except the landward ones, afford melancholy proofs of Spanish apathy and neglect, even when allowance is made for the present peculiarly unhappy circumstances of the country.  Scarcely a gun, except a few dismounted ones, is to be seen on the fortifications, which are rapidly falling to decay, so that this insulated stronghold is at present almost at the mercy of any foreign nation which, upon any pretence, or none at all, should seek to tear it from the grasp of its present legitimate possessors, and convert it into a foreign colony.

A few hours after my arrival, I waited upon Mr. B., the British consul-general at Cadiz.  His house, which is the corner one at the entrance of the alameda, commands a noble prospect of the bay, and is very large and magnificent.  I had of course long been acquainted with Mr. B. by reputation; I knew that for several years he had filled, with advantage to his native country and with honour to himself, the distinguished and highly responsible situation which he holds in Spain.  I knew, likewise, that he was a good and pious Christian, and, moreover, the firm and enlightened friend of the Bible Society.  Of all this I was aware, but I had never yet enjoyed the advantage of being personally acquainted with him.  I saw him now for the first time, and was much struck with his appearance.  He is a tall, athletic, finely built man, seemingly about forty-five or fifty; there is much dignity in his countenance, which is, however, softened by an expression of good humour truly engaging.  His manner is frank and affable in the extreme.  I am not going to enter into minute details of our interview, which was to me a very interesting one.  He knew already the leading parts of my history since my arrival in Spain, and made several comments upon it, which displayed his intimate knowledge of the situation of the country as regards ecclesiastical matters, and the state of opinion respecting religious innovation.