In reply to an OLD SUBSCRIBER (p. 290), J. G. N. writes, that he has reason to suppose that no measure has yet been taken to repair the breach which, by the admission of the Earldom of Roscommon, was made by the House of Peers in the patent of Lord Bloomfield. The Barony of Milford was not (as your Correspondent presumes) appropriated to that purpose; as it was one of those mentioned in the patent of the Barony of Fitzgerald and Vesey; the two others being Coleraine and Eardley. For the Earldom of Norbury the extinctions alleged were the Viscounty of Newcomen, the Barony of Whitworth, and the Viscounty of Carleton. The peerage of Barrymore, although the late Earl died as long since as 1823, appears (unlike Roscommon) never to have been considered extinct by the advisers of the Crown, the Viscounty (as stated by your Correspondent) having been claimed before the House of Peers. The extinct Irish peerages, then, which have not yet been acted upon, stand thus, in the order of their occurrence: 1826, Viscounty of Netterville (but for which also a claim has been preferred); 1827, Earldom of Ulster, and Barony of Castlecoote; 1829, Earldom of Carhampton, Earldom of Blesinton, and Viscounty of Clermont. As" the next extinction" after the revival of the Earldom of Roscommon was not, according to the terms of the Act, duly passed over by the Crown as affording 66 no new right," it certainly appears to be high time that the omission should be remedied, lest not only the integrity of the Barony of Bloomfield, but that of every subsequent creation, should become debateable in consequence of the neglect."

Mr. W. WANSEY says, "Since I sent you an account of the Clay moulds for Roman Coins, which are occasionally found in the parish of Wakefield (p. 32), I have had another opportunity of visiting that place, and have procured a few more, and among them one with the coin still in it. It is a Julia Domna, of the small bronze size. Obv. IVLJA AVGVSTA, head of Julia Donna. Rev. CERERI FRVGIF. Ceres seated. (See Mionet, p. 189.) It is in perfect preservation. The edge of the mould is broken away in one or two places, and the shape of the coin corresponds to those vacancies which it has evidently run into while in a state of fusion, proving, without doubt, that it was cast in the mould, which it still, fits exactly. I also obtained two or three coins of S. Severus and his family, and a sort of crucible, apparently made of the same sort of clay as the moulds, about as large as a moderate sized apple, which, supposing a slice cut off the

top, it resembles in shape. The lower part of it is black outside, and quite vitrified, evidently the effect of the action of fire."

If any of our Correspondents know of the existence of any sale or MS. Catalogues of the Books and MSS. of Bysshe and St. George, Clarencieux Kings of Arms, in any public or private repositary, we shall be obliged by a line upon the subject. Sir Edward Bysshe died 1680, when the remains of his library, not disposed of in his life-time, were sold by John Dunmore, at the Woolpack in Ivy-lane. Sir Henry St. George died 1715, and his books were sold by Messrs. Wine and Gregory.

The Rev. T. DYER, Rector of Abbess Roding, Essex, states that," in the chancel of Abbess Roding Church, there is a handsome ancient monument erected to the memory of Mildred Lady Luckyn, the wife of Sir William Luckyn, of Little Waltham, Essex, Bart. and the youngest daughter of Sir Gamaliel Capel of Rookwood Hall, Knt. and Dame Jane his wife, who died in the year 1633. On the other side of the wall is another monument to the memory of her father and mother, and nine of their children. A description of these monuments, and a view of the Church, appeared in Gent. Mag. for May 1797. Both of these monuments (adds Mr Dyer) are very much dilapidated, and he therefore wishes to discover the descendants of those to whose memory they were erected, in hopes that they will contribute something towards their restoration. The Earl of Essex, descended from the abovementioned Capels, has been applied to, but his Lordship refused to contribute anything, erroneously supposing that the parish is obliged to keep up all monu ments in the Church."-Mr. Dyer is informed that the lineal male representative of Sir William Luckyn is Earl Verulam, whose great-grandfather, Sir William Luckyn, first assumed the name of Grinston.

The Correspondent who favoured us with a drawing of a stone jug, having impressed upon it medallions of heads in Roman costume, is requested to communicate further with us, previously to its publication.

We are much obliged by the view of the Town of Axbridge, sent by G. B. and are only withheld from engraving it, from the Cross and many of the buildings therein represented, appearing also in the view of that town, inserted in vol. LXXV. p. 201.

The view of Hawkshead Church is not admissible.

We have received a private communication for our correspondent A. C. C., with whose address we are unacquainted.

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COTLAND, from Edinburgh to Stirling, is a country excessively cultivated, but too open, and of the bleak sea-coast character. There is not so much deficiency of trees in the foreground as there was formerly; but there is a bad effect produced from the manner of planting these trees, which have grown up, like regiments of soldiers, in straight lines, stiff, priggish, half-sized, and formal. However wooded or England-like the foreground may have been made, there is always in a Scotch view a bad background, a chilly, naked mountain behind, a regular Cotswold of the first magnitude, too near and too russety to be picturesque or landscape-like. All this, the lowland country, is intersected with broad rivers, and consequently steam-boat_travelling is the order of the day. They are seen plying about in great numbers, and giving much life to Scotch views. The long tails of smoke out of their huge iron cylinders, may be seen coming round the jutting promontories and corners of the rivers, long before the noble drudge comes dashing and rumbling into view.

I stept into the Stirling steam-boat, and got up the Forth to Stirling, forty miles, for 3s. 6d., and walked on to the next village to sleep, eleven miles. We met with a half-drunken Highlander, who told us he could take G and myself a shorter way. He led us through a park, under magnificent trees, along a river side, at the end of which he came into a wood, shot suddenly down to the river's side, twice as wide as the Wye, and dashed unconcernedly over a damn-head of loose stones, where we were obliged to fol low in the dark, with a certainty of drowning if we had slipped. On went the Highlander, a perfect master of localities, just as if he had been crossing Wilton bridge, and we luckily got off with only our shoes and stock ings full of water. We had seen no.

thing hitherto worth mention, but the beautiful coasts of Fife-a glorious outline of half sea, half river character, rocks, wooded villages, and parks, and an admirable general outline.

The approach to the Highland scenery is, like that of all mountainous countries, a long reach of dreary moorland for the high ground, with intermediate bottoms of loose stones, weeds, and brooks. You find nothing but what excites ideas of desolation and unsheltered desertion, till you get into the heart, when up rise the mountains in endless groups, like mole-hills in a field. This Highland scene has two characters. It consists, first, of successive groups of mountains, arranged in circles, within which are inclosed, as in a basin, smooth broad silvery lakes; and secondly, in the narrow lines of separation between these mountains, of cataracts, that pour headlong down over the loose rocks that are washed out of the base of the hills, and tossed about like a thousand tomb-stones, upright, perpendicular, across, and in all directions, overhung with copses of hazel, pine, birch, and mountain ash. We had a fine specimen of this in "the Brachan's thundering wave," and the Pass of Glenfinlas.

Some of the Highland cottages on the road are curious. Many of them, of loose stones without mortar, black with age, and a crop of grass on the thatch, are lettered as inns, licensed to sell British and foreign spirits, whisky, and porter. Inside, a fire in the centre of the hovel, and a hole in the wall to let out the smoke, and one bed almost on the earth; children half naked, men ragged. But in one of these there was Johnson's Dictionary, and other works of note; for the march of intellect, some how or other, peeps into every hole in Scotland. A gamekeeper, a way-faring man, some middle farmers, and people of the peasantry class in the packets, surprised us with