Amidst the pale and failing sensations of old age, it is refreshing to find any scene, or any moments, leaving an agreeable impression on the mind and on the feelings. Such is the remembrance of the afternoon of the 21st of September, in the apartments of Hampton Court Palace. The music of the regiment on guard was playing under the palace windows; a brilliant sunset was lighting up the high trees bounding the parterre in the gardens; the pictures in the room in the windows of which we were sitting were interesting in various ways—so that the senses, both of hearing and sight, were every way gratified, while the calm of a fine evening gave the means of enjoying them.