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he; "you will find none here but the 'Rhein-und-Mosel Zeitung,' and I can give you a tolerable idea of the contents beforehand. First, the king has graciously been pleased to confer on Mr. Bridge-toll-taker Bommel, and a dozen other officials, the 'Adler' order of the fourth class. Messrs. Kessel and Co. have erected a steam-engine of two-horse power; and the firm of Runkel and Rüben have established a manufactory of beet-root sugar. Then for foreign news, there are half a dozen paragraphs on as many different countries, our own amongst the rest, probably headed 'Distress in Rich England,' and giving an account of a pauper who died in the streets of London. As to local intelligence, the Over Burgomaster has ordered the substitution of a new post for an old one, in the Clemens Platz, and a fresh handle to the pump near the Haupt Wache. A sentimental poem, a romantical tale, and the advertisements, fill up the dingy sheet." In fact, "In on entering the saloon of the hotel, such a meagre-looking, fogcolored journal as he had described was lying on the diningtable. Markham took it up and glanced over it. "Yes, here they are, the list of Eagle orders and crosses, and the foreign paragraphs. From Italy, Professor Crampini gives his opinion on an ancient pan. From Spain nothing,- for affairs are against Don Carlos. From Greece, King Otho has displaced a native functionary, and put a German in his place. From Russia, the distinguished reception of Baron Hoggenhausen at the Imperial Court. From Austria, that Strauss has composed a new waltz. From Saxony, the price of wool, and a proclamation of some petty sovereign, who, having no transmarine possessions, ordains that all vagrants, beggars, and vagabonds in his dominions shall be transported beyond seas. From England-zounds! - is it possible that Englishmen have allowed a namesake of the immortal Shakespeare to go ragged about the streets! To be sure the bard himself has asked 'what is there in a name?' — and, on the principle implied, we ought to hang the very first Patch or Thurtell that came in our way. There is no sentimental poem in this number; but there is a romantic story, and it well illustrates the exaggerated notions of English wealth, which, to the natives, serve to justify a dead-set at their pockets. What do you think of this? A lady residing in Euston-square, New-road, loses her only child, a little girl. The afflicted mother adver

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tises her in the papers, and offers as a reward how much do you think? only 50,000l. per annum, a mine in Cornwales,' and 200,000l. in East India shares."

"Are you serious?" I asked. "Perfectly; it is here, every word of it. Finally, there are the advertisements, some of which even are characteristic, for instance, Mr. Simon, the notary, offers fifty dollars for the discovery of the parties who last night broke into his garden and stole and mutilated his statue of Napoleon; and a lady promises a reward to the finder of a bracelet, containing the locks and initials M. J.P. von F.-R. I. D. — L. A. C. de G.-P. P. — A. von

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N.—and J. St. M."

I forgot to tell you, that on a former visit to the hotel, I found sitting at the table, with as long a face as he could make of a round one, our fellow-traveller the Cockney; being by his own contrivance a détenu. Having as usual delivered up his passport at Cologne, he persuaded himself that the printed Dampfschiff document he obtained at the packet-office was something equivalent to the police permit; and only discovered the error on arriving at Coblentz. "So here I am," said he, 'kicking my heels, till my passport comes upwards from Cologne;" and then added, in a genuine Bow-bell voice, “Well, arter all, there's no place like Lonnon!" He now told me of a subsequent adventure. By one of those unaccountable mistakes which happen amongst "foreigners on both sides," he became included in a shooting-party, at a grand battue, in the woods of Nassau. Cockney-like, he provided himself for the occasion with a great dog, of I know not what breed; but pointer or mastiff, the animal was equally out of place and rule. However, the master was permitted to retain the beast on condition of keeping him at heel, which he effected by tying Bango with a string to the buttonhole of his trouserpocket. In this order our Cockney was planted, at a convenient post for shooting down an avenue, at whatever game might pass across it. For some time nothing stirred, but at last there was a rustle of the leaves, and a fine hare scampered along the path. Away went Bango after the hare, and away went a huge fragment of kerseymere after Bango, leaving the astonished sportsman in even a worse plight than Sterne, when he treated the starved Ass to a maccaroon! "If ever I shoot again," said he, "it shall be round Lonnon: they're up to the thing there, pinters and all."

Apropos of sporting, the example of Markham and his friend has brought angling into fashion with some of the officers of the garrison. Amongst the rest we found a captain of engineers, making his maiden essay on the banks of the Moselle; but he complained sadly of the shyness or inappetence of the fish, which had refused even to nibble, although for the last two hours, as he took the trouble to prove to us by pulling up his line, he had been fishing at the bottom with an artificial fly! The only drawback to the amusement is the fall of large stones, not meteoric, but projected by the first idle Coblentzer of the lower class who may happen to pass by. To such a pitch was this nuisance carried, that the military piscators were obliged to post men to intercept and punish the runaway offenders. "I can only account for so malicious a practice," said Markham, "by supposing that, as the amusement is English, the low-born are infected with the same petty jealousy as their betters occasionally exhibit towards our country, from Prince Pückler Muskau, down to Mr. Aloys Schreiber. But you have not perhaps seen the latter's sketch of the English in Baden? I have entered his description of an Englishman in my pocketbook, for fear of meeting one without knowing it. Here it is:

"If you meet a man in a great coat that reaches down to his ankles, wide enough to enclose a whole family, and with pockets, in each of which a couple of folios might be concealed, its wearer having a careless gait, and taking notice of nothing so much as of himself, it is, without doubt, an Englishman. If he quarrel with a coachman about his fare, and with an assdriver about his drink-money, be sure it is an Englishman.'

"Now for a companion picture. If you meet a man in a frock-coat as glossy as if it had just come through a shower of rain, with pockets big enough to hold a bale of tobacco in one and a gas-pipe in the other, its wearer strutting with an indescribable swagger, so full of himself that there is no room for sour-krout, beyond question he is a German. If he catches up his umbrella and his precious meerschaum, leaving his wife and child to scramble after him as they may, be sure he is a German. If he has a little cross, or a snip of haberdashery at his buttonhole, and a huge ring on his ungloved forefinger, you may set him down as an Aulic Counsellor into the bargain. If you see a young lady - But no, I will not

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imitate Mr. Schreiber in his want of gallantry to the daughters of the haughty Isle of Shopkeepers,' a phrase borrowed from England's bitterest enemy, and therefore sufficiently expressive of the animus of the ungrateful Guide-Book-man towards so great a majority of his Courteous Readers."

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THE POMPS AND VANITIES OF THIS WICKED world.”

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As you are a meteorologist, I must not omit to inform you, that during our walk we had an excellent sight of a waterspout. It came down the Moselle, and at first seemed a whirlwind of dust, in the midst of which some unlucky jackdaws were flapping about in a very bewildered manner. a few seconds the dust or vapor cleared away, and the waterspout made its appearance, extending from the water to a vast height in the clouds, where it terminated in a ragged funnelshape, like the untwisting strands of a rope. Against the black sky behind it, the general resemblance was to a long, narrow gray ribbon, bellying a little before the wind, with several smaller curves towards the top, as if from different

currents of air.

In this order it crossed the Rhine, rather deliberately, where, surging against the bank, it caught up a wash of linen, as it had previously carried off some skins from a tannery, and, passing to the right of the fortress, was lost to sight behind the hills. It had scarcely disappeared, when, at an exclamation from Markham, "There's a screw loose in the sky!" I looked up, and saw a long black cloud slowly revolving, parallel with the earth, and pointing with its sharp end the other was almost flat to the course taken by the other phenomenon. We have since heard that the water-spout dropped the linen and leather, and expended itself, after trifling damage, not far distant from Ems.

And now, as the Convolvulus says to the setting sun, it is time for me to close. How I wish, Gerard, you could stand beside me, rod in hand, some fine evening, on the banks of my favorite Lahn! But as it cannot be, I send you a sketch instead.

Dear love to Emily from
Yours ever truly,

FRANK SOMerville.

THE LAHN. AN ECLOGUE.

PICTOR AND PISCATOR.

Pis. STAY! here we are, at the likeliest place on the whole water. Come, put together your rod.

Pic. O my friend, what a sweet picturesque river is this you have brought me to! But surely one of the worst for angling in the whole world!

Pis. Nay, you shall find passable sport here, I warrant you. There be good perch herein, and chub of an arm's length, and barbel; and, what is better, as you are a tyro, not shy and suspicious, like the experienced fish in your wellangled English streams, but so greedy and simple as almost to catch themselves. The Germans, however contemplative, are no followers of the gentle art.

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