This is much to be regretted, for they are useless, and the scars will remain, perhaps, for thousands of years.

A like injury to a still greater degree has been inflicted, in my memory, upon the beautiful rocks at Clifton, on the banks of the Avon.

There is probably in existence a very long letter of mine to Sir Uvedale Price, in which was given a description of the landscapes on the Meuse as compared with those on the Rhine.
Details in the spirit of these sonnets are given both in Mary's Journal and my sister's; and the reperusal of them has strengthened a wish long entertained, that somebody would put together, as in one work, the notes contained in them, omitting particulars that were written down merely to aid our memory, and bringing the whole into as small a compass as is consistent with the general interests belonging to the scenes, circumstances, and objects touched on by each writer.
275.

'_Miserere Domine_.' [X.] See the beautiful song on Mr.Coleridge's Tragedy, 'The Remorse.' Why is the harp of Quantock silent?
276.

_The Danube_.