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is little remarkable either for its exteriorarchitecture, or internal decorations. Amongthe latter, however, are the painted saloon,and Chinese rooms, the former of which iscertainly magnificent.

The Prince of Orange having just madehis entry, the town was hung in every partwith wreaths of flowers, and all was gaietyand joy; even this dull, torpid race seemedexhilarated. After obtaining our passportsfrom Lord Clancarty, the British ambassa-dor, we embarked in a schuyt for Leyden.The banks of the canal are prettily diversi-fied with villas, but the dull uniformity offlat country every-where presents itself be-yond ; and the vile regularity and formalityof Dutch gardening gives a sameness toeach villa. Our stay at Leyden being li-mited to a few hours, we made the mostof them in seeing the celebrated botanicalgarden, which, however, has little interestto any one except a botanist; in appear-ance it is much inferior to the one at Ox-ford. The old gardener, a Scotchman, tookinfinite pains to point out to us all that was