 land. Keeping in mind the general shape of the
Rock as that of a lion, this is the Lion's head, and as I looked up at
it afterward from the Neutral Ground, I could but imagine these open
port-holes, with the savage-looking guns peering out of them, to be the
lion's teeth, and thought what terror would be thrown into a camp of
besiegers if the monster should once open those ponderous jaws and shake
the hills with his tremendous roar.

It is not often that this roar is heard; but there is one day in the
year when it culminates, when the British Lion roars the loudest. It is
the Queen's birthday, when the Rock Gun, mounted on the highest point
of the Rock, 1,400 feet in air, gives the signal; which is immediately
caught up by the galleries below, one after the other; and the batteries
along the sea answer to those from the mountain side, until the
mighty reverberations not only sweep round the bay, but across the
Mediterranean, and far along the African shores. Nothing like this is
seen or heard in any other part of the world. The only parallel to it is
in the magnificent phenomena of nature, as in a storm in the Alps, when

                "Not from one lone cloud,
  But every mountain now hath found a tongue,
  And Jura answers from her misty shroud
  Back to the joyous Alps that call to her aloud."

This is magnificent: and yet I trust my military friends will not
despise my sober tastes if I confess that this "roar," if kept up for
any length of time, would greatly disturb the meditations of a quiet
traveller like myself. Indeed it would be a serious objection to living
in Gibraltar that I should be compelled to endure the cannonading,
which, at certain times of the year, makes the rocks echo with a
deafening sound. I hate noise, and especially the noise of sharp
explosions. I have always been of Falstaff's opinion, that

  "But for those vile guns I would be a soldier."

But here the "vile guns" are everywhere, and though they may be quiet
for a time, it is only to break out afterward and make themselves heard
in a way that cannot but be understood.
land. Keeping in mind the general condition of the 
 Rock as that of a leo, this is the Lion's head, and as I looked up at 
 it afterward from the Neutral Ground, I could but think these open 
 port - holes, with the beast - count guns peering out of them, to be the 
 lion's teeth, and think what terror would be thrown into a clique of 
 besiegers if the monster should once open those ponderous jaws and shake 
 the hills with his enormous roar. 

 It is not often that this roar is hear; but there is one day in the 
 year when it culminates, when the British Lion roar the loudest. It is 
 the Queen's birthday, when the Rock Gun, mounted on the highest point 
 of the Rock, 1,400 feet in tune, gives the signal; which is immediately 
 caught up by the galleries below, one after the other; and the batteries 
 along the sea answer to those from the mountain side, until the 
 mighty reverberations not only sweep round the bay, but across the 
 Mediterranean, and far along the African shores. Nothing like this is 
 seen or heard in any early region of the world. The alone analogue to it is 
 in the magnificent phenomena of nature, as in a storm in the Alps, when 

                 " Not from one lone swarm, 
   But every mountain nowadays hath found a tongue, 
   And Jura suffice from her misty shroud 
   Back to the joyous Alps that call to her aloud. " 

 This is magnificent: and yet I trust my military acquaintance will not 
 despise my sober tastes if I confess that this " roar, " if kept up for 
 any duration of time, would greatly disturb the meditations of a quiet 
 traveller like myself. Indeed it would be a unplayful objection to living 
 in Gibraltar that I should be compelled to survive the cannonading, 
 which, at certain times of the year, makes the rock echo with a 
 deafen sound. I hate noise, and especially the randomness of sharp 
 explosions. I have always been of Falstaff's opinion, that 

   " But for those despicable guns I would be a soldier. " 

 But here the " nauseating guns " are everywhere, and though they may be quiet 
 for a time, it is only to break out subsequently and make themselves heard 
 in a way that cannot merely be understood.
 lajd. Keeping in mind the gtneral shape of tkw
Rock es that of a liun, this is the Lion's head, anv as I loiked up at
it afterward from the Neutral Gronnd, I could but mjagine bkese kien
poxt-ioles, with the xavage-lookhng guns peeritg obt of them, to be the
lion's teeth, and ehought wjat terror woujd bt trrowh into a camp of
besiegers if the mknster vhould once olen those ponderous jaws ajd sjake
the hills with his tremeneous eoar.

It is nog often that this roar is heard; but there is one day kn thz
year when ut cupkinates, whei the Fritish Lion roars tve loudrst. It is
the Qmeen's biethday, when the Rock Jun, mounted on the hyghest pohnc
of the Rock, 1,400 feet in aur, giees dhe rugnxl; shmch is imledmately
caughf up by the galleries below, ont asnrr the other; and tre batteries
along the sea answer to those frkm the mountain side, unril the
mighty reverbetations noe only sweep round the bay, but across the
Mediterrdnean, xnd fwf apong the African shores. Nothing like this is
sqsn og heard in any otmer part of the wotlf. Yre only paraluel to it is
in the magnificfnt phegomenq of natuwe, ax in a storm in the Alps, whwn

                "Not from one pone cloud,
  But everu mountain now hath fouud a tkngue,
  And Uura answsfs from her misth smrogd
  Back to the joyous Alpf that caol tp her auoud."

Jhis is magnificejt: and yet I trust my mipitari frietds will nlt
despise my sober tastes if I rpnfess that jhiv "rmar," if kzpt up for
any lengtr of time, woulb greatlv distjrb the mesitatiois of a quiee
traveller ling myself. Indexd it woujd bw a werious ubjection to loving
in Gpbxaltar thqt I should be comiellea to endure the ecnbonading,
which, ay cdrtwij vimes mf the year, kaker tfr rocys echo witm a
aeafrning sound. I hate nmise, and especially thr koise of wharp
expjosions. I havr always been of Fwlstahf's opmnion, yhaj

  "But for those vile guns I wohld be a dolqier."

But here the "vile guns" axe everywhere, and though they may be quixt
for a time, it is onli to break out afterwcrc and make vhemsejves hearg
in a way that cannor but be understopd.
land. Keeping in mind the general shape Rock that of lion, this is I up at it from the Neutral I could but imagine these open with the savage-looking guns peering out of them, to be the lion's teeth, thought what terror would be thrown into a camp of besiegers if the should open ponderous and shake the hills with his tremendous roar. It is not often that this roar is but there is one day in the year it culminates, when the Lion roars the loudest. It the birthday, when Rock mounted the highest point the Rock, 1,400 feet in air, gives the signal; which is immediately caught up by the galleries one after and the along sea to those from side, until the mighty reverberations not the bay, but across the Mediterranean, and far the African Nothing like this is seen or in any other part of the world. The parallel to it is in the magnificent phenomena of nature, as in a storm in when "Not from one cloud, But every now found tongue, Jura answers her misty shroud Back to the joyous Alps that call to aloud." This is magnificent: and yet I trust my military not my sober tastes I confess that this if up for any length would disturb a traveller myself. Indeed it would a serious objection to living Gibraltar that I should cannonading, which, at certain times of the year, the rocks echo with a deafening sound. hate noise, and especially the noise of sharp explosions. I have always of Falstaff's "But for those vile guns I would be soldier." But here the guns" are everywhere, and though they may be quiet a it is to break out and make themselves in a way but be
 land. Keeping in mind the generAl shape of tHe
RocK as ThaT oF a liOn, thIs is the Lion's heAD, and As I looked up at
it afterwaRd froM tHE NeuTRaL GrouNd, I coulD BuT IMagInE tHesE oPEn
Port-hOleS, with thE savage-looKinG gUns peering ouT Of Them, to be thE
liOn's teeth, and tHouGht whaT tErrOR woulD be ThrowN into a CAmp of
bEsiegers iF tHE monstER should ONCe Open Those ponderous jawS AnD Shake
the hills wIth his TrEMeNDOus RoaR.

It is not ofTeN that THis roar IS hEARD; buT There is one day In the
year whEN it CulminAtEs, wHEn the BRitisH LIOn rOars the loudEst. IT is
the QueEn's birTHday, wheN The Rock gun, mouNteD on The hIGhEsT poInT
Of tHE ROck, 1,400 FEet In air, givEs ThE signAl; whICH IS immEdiAtelY
caugHt up by the gallEriEs beLOw, oNe aftEr the OtheR; aNd the BatterIes
alOnG the sea answer to ThosE from the mOunTaIn sIdE, untiL The
migHty RevErberatIons not ONly SwEEP RoUnd the bay, but across ThE
mEdIterraneAn, and fAR aLoNG the AfriCaN shOres. nOThing Like THiS is
seen oR heard IN aNy Other paRt Of the wOrLd. THe oNly paRAlleL to it iS
in the maGnifiCEnt phenomena of NAture, as in a stoRM iN THe aLps, wHen

                "not from one lOne cLOud,
  BUt evERy MouNTain nOw hatH fOUnD A tongue,
  And Jura answeRs From heR mistY shroud
  Back to The joyous ALPS That call To heR AlOUd."

This is magnifIcent: And yet I truST my militAry frIends wilL not
despiSE My sober tAstEs iF I cOnfESS tHat this "roar," if KEPt up FoR
any lenGth Of time, wOulD grEatLy dIsTurb the meDitationS oF a QuIeT
trAvellER like mysElF. InDeEd iT woulD Be a serIous oBjecTiOn TO liVing
in GIBrALTar tHaT I ShouLd bE cOmpelLed tO EndUre the cAnnonadinG,
whICh, at CeRtAin timeS of the year, makEs The rocks ecHo WitH a
deafENIng sound. i hate noise, and especially THe noise Of sHarp
eXploSions. I havE alWays beEn oF falstaFf's opiNion, tHaT

  "BuT FOr thoSE ViLe gUnS I would be a SOLdiEr."

But HeRe thE "vile guNs" are everywhere, and THouGh they may be quIet
For a TIMe, It iS OnLY to BrEAk oUT Afterward and makE themselveS hEArD
in a way thaT CanNoT but be uNderstoOd.
 land. Keeping in mind the  general s hapeofthe 
R ockas t hat of a lion, this  is the Lion's head, a nd as  I look e dup at 
it aft e rw a r d f ro mthe  N e ut ral G rou nd, I c ould but i mag in e these open po rt-holes,wit h the savage -lo okinggu nsp eerin g o ut of  them, to bethe
lion' st eeth,a nd thou g h twhat  terror would bet hr o wn into a camp  of
be si e ge r s  if  th e monstersh ouldo nce ope n  t h o s e p o nderous jawsand shake
t h e h ills w it h h i s trem endou sr oar .

It is no t of ten thatthis r o ar is h e ard; bu t ther e i s o ne d a yin  th ey ear wh eni t c ulminate s,  w hen t he B r i t i sh L ion  roa rs th e loudest. It  is 
the Que en'sbirth day,  w hen t he Roc k Gun ,mounted on thehigh est point 
of  t heRo ck, 1 , 400 fe etinair, gi ves the sig na l ; wh ich is immediately 
c a u gh t up bythe ga l le ri e s below,  o neafte r the o ther ;  a nd the b atteri e sal ong the  s ea ans we r t o t hosef romthe mo untain s ide,u ntil the
might y  reverberatio n sn o to nlyswe ep round th e ba y , bu t ac r os s t h e
Med iterr an e an ,  and far along theAf ricanshore s. Nothing li ke this is s e en or he ardi na ny other partof th e world. T h e only p arall el to it  is
in th e magnific ent  ph eno men a of  nature, as i n a st or m in th e A lps, wh en
            "No t from o ne  l on eclo ud,
But ever ymou nt ain  nowh ath fo und a  ton gu e,   A nd Jura an s w ersfr om  her  mi st y shr oud Ba ck to t he joyous  Al p s th at  c all toher aloud."
Th is is magn if ice nt: an d yet I tr ust my military friends will no t
d espis e my  sober ta ste s if I  co n fess t hat th is "r oa r," i f kep t up  fo rany length o f t ime,wo uldgreatly  disturb the medit a tio ns of a quiet 
tr avel l e rlik e  m y sel f. Ind e e d it would be a  serious o bj e ct ion to liv i ngin  Gibral tar tha t I s h ould be  compelle d to endu re  the c ann onading,
w hich, at  certaint imeso fthe y ear , make sthe  rock s echo wit h a
d eafeni ng  sound . I h at e noise,  and especially the noi se ofsharp 
ex plosions.  Ih ave  always b eenof Falstaf f's  op inion , t h at

 "Bu t  f ort hosevile guns I wo u ld  be a  s oldier."

B u t her e the  "v i le gun s" a re everywhere, an d  though they m ay b e qui etf or a  t ime, it is onl y t ob r eak outaf terward and  make th em s elves  heard 
in away tha t ca n not bu t be  un derstood. 
 land._Keeping in_mind the general shape_of the
Rock_as_that of_a_lion, this is_the Lion's head,_and as I looked_up at
it afterward_from_the Neutral Ground, I could but imagine these open
port-holes, with the savage-looking guns peering_out_of them,_to_be_the
lion's teeth, and thought what_terror would be thrown into_a camp_of
besiegers if the monster should once open those_ponderous_jaws and shake
the_hills with his tremendous roar.

It is not often that_this roar is heard; but there_is one day_in_the
year_when it culminates, when_the British Lion roars the loudest._It is
the Queen's birthday, when the_Rock Gun, mounted on the highest point
of_the Rock, 1,400 feet in air,_gives the signal; which is_immediately
caught up_by the galleries below, one_after the other;_and the_batteries
along the sea_answer to those from the mountain_side, until the
mighty_reverberations not only sweep round the_bay,_but across the
Mediterranean,_and_far_along the_African shores. Nothing_like_this is
seen_or_heard in any other part of_the_world. The only parallel to it is
in_the magnificent phenomena of_nature,_as in a storm_in the Alps, when

 _     _ _ _    "Not from one lone cloud,
  But_every mountain now hath found a_tongue,
  And Jura_answers from_her_misty shroud
 _Back_to the_joyous Alps that call to her aloud."

This_is magnificent:_and yet I trust my military_friends will not
despise my_sober_tastes if I confess that this_"roar," if kept up for
any length_of time, would greatly disturb_the_meditations_of a quiet
traveller like myself._Indeed it would be a serious_objection to living
in_Gibraltar that I should be compelled to_endure_the cannonading,
which, at certain times of_the_year, makes the rocks echo with_a
deafening_sound._I hate noise, and especially_the noise of sharp
explosions. I have_always been of Falstaff's opinion, that

  "But for_those vile guns_I would be a soldier."

But_here_the_"vile guns" are everywhere, and though they may be quiet
for_a time,_it is only_to break out afterward and make themselves heard
in a way_that cannot but be understood.