I HAVE occasionally been asked, when visiting a Beautiful spot, "Which, of all the places I had seen, was the most beautiful?" It is impossible to define those circumstances which, on different persons, make different impressions at first sight; perfection is no more to be found in the works of nature than in those of art. Such is the equal providence of the great Author of nature, that every place has its beauties and its deformities, and, whether situated among the mountains of Wales, or on the margin of Clapham Common, it will not only be endeared to its proprietor, but to the discerning stranger, by some peculiar features of beauty.