The Lodge, Hillingdon.
_New Zealand Legend_ (Vol. v., p. 27.).--This strange legend reminds me
of the fine passage in _Caractacus_, of which I know not whether it is
an original conception, or taken from any author:--
"Masters of wisdom! No: my soul confides
In that all-healing and all-forming Power,
Who, on the radiant day when Time was born,
Cast his broad eye upon the wild of ocean,
And calm'd it with a glance; then, plunging deep
His mighty arm, pluck'd from its dark domain
This throne of freedom, lifted it to light,
Girt it with silver cliffs, and call'd it Britain;
He did, and will preserve it."