at 460 feet.[4]

The distance from the mouth of the Scheldt to Antwerp is usually
reckoned to be sixty-two miles, allowing for the bending of the river.
At Lillo, an important fortress, the appearance of the city of Antwerp
becomes an interesting object, and the more imposing the nearer the
traveller approaches along the last reach of the Scheldt.

Antwerp has been the birthplace of many learned men--as, Ortelius, an
eminent mathematician and antiquary of the sixteenth century, and the
friend of our Camden; Gorleus, a celebrated medallist, of the same
period; Andrew Schott, a learned Jesuit, and the friend of Scaliger;
Lewis Nonnius, a distinguished physician and erudite scholar, born early
in the seventeenth century. Few places have produced so many painters of
merit, as will be seen at page 380, by a well-timed communication from
our early correspondent P.T.W.

[1] Copied by permission of the proprietors and publishers, Messrs.
Moon, Boys, and Graves.

[2] The name of Antwerp, says an ingenious correspondent, at p. 287,
vol. xiv. of _The Mirror_, is derived from _Hand-werpen_, or
_Hand-thrown_: so called from a legend, which informs us that on
the site of the present city once stood the castle of a giant,
who was accustomed to amuse himself by cutting off and casting
into the river the right hands of the unfortunate wights that
fell into his power; but that being at last conquered himself,
his own immense hand was disposed off, with poetical justice, in
the same way. We quote this passage in a note, as it is only
worthy of place _beneath_ facts of sober history.

[3] See Antwerp described from a _Tour in South Holland_ in the
_Family Library_, at p. 109. vol. xviii of _The Mirror_.

[4] See Antwerp Cathedral, _Mirror_, vol. xiv, p. 286.

* * * * *

A MALTESE LEGEND.

Hark, in the bower of yonder tower,
What maiden so sweetly sings,
As the eagle flies through the sunny skies
He stayeth his golden wings;
And swiftly descends, and his proud neck bends,
And his eyes they stream with glare,
And gaze with delight, on her looks so bright,
As he motionless treads the air.
But his powerful wings, as she sweetly sings,
They droop to the briny wave,
And slowly he falls near the castle walls,
And sinks to his ocean grave.
Was it arrow unse