YOUTHS' MAGAZINE;

OR

Evangelical Miscellany.

NOVEMBER, 1829.

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IMAMBARA AND GATE OF CONSTANTINOPLE. THE most striking buildings in Luck-now, are, the tombs of the late Nawâb Saadut Ali, and of the mother of the present king, the Gate of Constantinople, ("Roumi Durwazi,") and the "Imambara" or cathedral. The Imambara consists of two courts, rising with a steep ascent one above the other. contains, besides a splendid mosque, a college for instruction in Mussulman law, apartments for the religious establishment maintained here, and a noble gallery, in the midst of which, under a brilliant tabernacle of silver, cut glass, and precious stones, lie buried the remains of its founder, Asuphud Dowlah. The whole is in a very noble style of Eastern gothic, and when taken in conjunction with the Roumi Durwazu which adjoins it, (of which I add a sketch from memory,) I have never seen an architec tural view which pleased me more from its richness and variety, as well as the proportions and general good taste of its principal features. The details a good deal resemble those of Eaton, but the extent is much greater, and the parts larger. On the whole it is, perhaps, most like Kremlin, but both in splendour and taste my old favourite falls very short of it. HEBER.

EXTRACTS FROM THE JOURNAL OF A TRAVEller. Continued from page 340.

FALLING in with the aquatic habits of our friends, though by no means agreeable to me, in the wide Frith of Clyde, however pleasant on the beautiful and placid waters of the Gairloch, we embarked one day last week in a gentleman's cutter, for the purpose of making what is here called a cruise of pleasure, in our way back to G-. We first sailed to Rothsay in the Island of Bute, where is the seat of the noble family of Bute, one of whom is celebrated, as giving name to an administration in the earlier part of the reign of the late king; and interesting as they stand connected with one of the first of the female literati of her day, the favorite friend, and afterwards the hated enemy, of the bitterest little satirist that ever dipt his pen in gall, or abused a contemporary wit. While we were embarking in the Flower of Dumblame, the Steamers, or, as royal fancy is said to have denominated them, the smokers, from G—. were taking in their freight of living men and women, and the whole village with all its summer denizens, seemed to have turned out upon the beach, to witness the embarkation of "father, son, and brother." L-. which is certainly the cleanest and prettiest village which we have seen in Scotland, looked sweet in the light of the morning sun, which was reflected from the white walls of its cottages, baths, and villas, while the rising hills behind it, though they gave but a limited horizon to the scene, looked vernal and refreshing from the sea.

We had a dead calm greatest part of the day, but as we drew near to Rothsay, a light breeze sprung up, which carried us into the harbour. We went on shore and visited the ruins of the castle, once a royal residence, and the place which gave the title of duke to the hereditary prince of Scotland, in times long gone past. This spot is interesting, also, from being the favorite residence of Robert III, the first monarch of the always unfortunate house of Stuart, who died here of a broken heart, after hearing of the captivity of his son James the 1st, who was for seventeen years afterwards a prisoner in England. On our re-embarkation we had what the sailors called a pretty