sent. All was splendid, but all was silent; and a thousand monuments had not so forcibly brought back the dead, as did the loneliness of her once crowded rooms. Neither sat down, and neither spoke, but walked about the apartment with soft and subdued steps, as if in the very presence of the dead, before whom the common acts of life seem mockery. It was a relief to both to be told Mr. Delawarr waited in the library: they afterwards learnt he had never entered the drawing room since his wife's death.

Nothing could be kinder or more affectionate than he was to Emily; still there was an obvious change in himself. His general manner was colder, and more abrupt; he hurried the interview-he entered on no light topics of common conversation-and at once avowed his time to be precious, and, almost before the door closed on his visiters, had earnestly resumed the business in which he was engaged on their entrance. "A statesman should have no feelings, no interests, no pleasures, but in the service of his country. Such," said Lady Mandeville, "is the definition I once heard of a patriot. Mr. Delawarr bids fair to be that most inestimable but unattractive personage."

Every preparation was now made: one day more and they were at Dover, and the next they embarked on board the steam packet. Water has long owned man's power, and now "bodiless air works as his servant,' -a dominion frail, perilous, subject to chance and change, as all human power must be, but still a mighty and glorious influence to exercise over what would seem to be least subservient to man's authority-the elements. Yet a steam boat is the last place in the world for these reflections: the ridiculous is the reality of the sublime, and its deck is a farce without spectators.

Lady Mandeville always lay down the moment she got on board ship; but Emily, who did not suffer at all, sat in the open travelling carriage, and indulged whatever of sentiment she or Lord Mandeville might feel at parting with the white cliffs of Albion. Their attention was, however, too much taken up with their fellow passengers: a whiskered, cloaked, and cigared youth, with every thing military about him but the air;-a female in a dark silk, and plaid cloak, her face eloquent of bandboxes and business-an English milliner going over for patterns, which, Vol. II.-4

with a little additional trimming, would be the glory of her future show room.

But their chief attention was attracted by a family group. The father, a little fat man, with that air of small importance which says, "I'm well to do in the worldI've made my money myself-I don't care if I do spend some-it's a poor heart what never rejoices." The mother was crimson in countenance and pelisse, and her ample dimensions spoke years of peace and plenteousness. Every thing about her was, as she would have said, of the best; and careful attention was she giving to the safety of a huge hamper that had been deposited on deck. Two daughters followed, who looked as if they had just stepped out of the Royal Lady's Magazine-that is, the Their prevailing fashion exaggerated into caricature. bonnets were like Dominie Samson's ejaculation, " prodigious!"—their sleeves enormous-their waists had evidently undergone the torture of the thumb screw-indeed they were even smaller-and their skirts had "ample verge and space enough" to admit of a doubt whether the latitude of their figure did not considerably exceed the longitude. Two small mean looking young men followed, whose appearance quite set the question at rest, that nature never intended the whole human race to be gentlemen.

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coated, brass. buttoned, there was nothing to remark in the appearance of either, excepting that, though the face of the one bore every indication of robust health, his head had been recently shaved, as if for a fever, which unlucky disclosure was made by a rope coming in awkward contact with his hat.

The wind was fair; and Lord Mandeville having gone to the head of the vessel, where he was engaged in conversation, Emily was left to watch the shore of France, to which they were rapidly approaching, when her meditations were interrupted by a coarse but good humored voice saying, "I wish, miss, you would find me a corner on them there nice soft cushions-my old bones aches with them benches." Emily, with that best politeness of youth which shows attention to age, immediately made room in the carriage for the petitioner, who turned out to be her of the crimson pelisse. "Monstrous pleasant seat," said the visiter, expanding across one side of the carriage. Emily bowed in silence; but the vulgar are always the communicative, and her companion was soon deep in all their

family history. "That's my husband, Mr. H.: our name is Higgs, but I calls him Mr. H., for shortness. Waste makes want, you know-we should not be here pleasuring if we had ever wasted. And those are my sons: the eldest is a great traveller-I dare say you have heard of him— Lord bless you! there is n't a hill in Europe, to say nothing of that at Greenwich, that he has n't been up: you see he's a stout little fellow. Look, miss, at this boxit is made of the lather of Vesuvius, which he brought from Mont Blanc: he has been up to the very top of it, miss. I keep it for bones bones."

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So saying, she offered Emily some of the peppermint drops it contained: these were civilly declined, and the box goodnaturedly admired, which encouraged—though, Heaven knows, there was not much need-the old lady to proceed. We always travel in the summer for improvement-both Mr. H. and I think a deal of larning: the boys have both been to grammar schools, and their two brothers are at the London University-only think, miss, of our city having a university-Lord, Lord, but we do live in clever times.'

Mrs. H. paused for a moment, as if overwhelmed with the glories of the London University; and conversation was renewed by Emily's inquiring "what part of the Continent they intended visiting."

"Oh, we are going to Italy-I want to see what's at the end of it; besides, the girls mean to buy such a quantity of pearls at Rome. We intend giving a fancy ball this winter-we have got a good house of our own in Fitzroy Square-we can afford to let the young ones see a little pleasure."

"May I ask," said Emily, "what is Mr. Higgs's profession?"

"Indeed!" exclaimed his offended spouse, "he's not one of your professing sort-he never says what he does n't mean-his word's as good as his bond through St. Mary Within, any day-professions, indeed! what has he ever professed to you?" Emily took her most conciliating tone, and, as unwilling duellists say, the explanation was quite satisfactory. "Bless your silly soul! his business you mean. You are just like my girls-I often tells them to run for the dictionary: to see the blessings of edication! Our childer are a deal more knowing than ourselves.But Mr. H.'s business-though I say it that should n't,

there is n't a more thriving soap boiler in the ward. Mr. H. wanted to go to Moscow for our summer tower (Moscow's the seaport which sends us our tallow)—but I said, 'Lord, Mr. H.,' says I, 'what signifies making a toil of a pleasure?'"

"You are," said Emily, "quite a family party.”

"I never lets Mr. H. leave me and the girls behind— no, share and share alike, says I-your wife has as good a right to go as yourself. I often tells him a bit of my mind in the old song—you know what it says for we women-that, when Adam was created,

'We wasn't took out of his feet, sir,.
That we might be trampled upon;
But we was took out of the side, sir,
His equals and partners to be:
So you never need go for to think, sir,
That you are the top of the tree.""

"Well," replied Emily, "I wish you much pleasure in Italy."

"Ah, miss, it was my son there that put it into our noddles to go to Italy first. Do you see that his head's shaved?-it's all along of his taste for the fine arts. We've got his bust at home, and his hair was cut off to have his head and its bumps taken: they covered it all over with paste, just like a pudding. Lord! his white face does look so queer in the front drawing room-it's put on a marble pillar, just in the middle window-but, dear, I thought the people outside would like to see the great traveller."

But all conversation was put an end to by the Calais pier, and all was now the bustle and confusion of landing; but, even while in the very act of seeing with her own eyes to the safety of the portmanteau which contained her husband's flannel waistcoats, Mrs. Higgs turned round to Emily to say, "We shall be monstrous glad to see you in Fitzroy Square." What is the popularity of a patriot compared to that of a listener?

At Calais they landed and spent the night-Emily, at least, passed it half awake: she was too young, and had led too unvaried a life not to feel in its utmost extent the excitement of arrival in a foreign country, a strange language, another clime, a complete change of daily habits-it was opening a new leaf in the book of life,

CHAPTER VI.

"I am a great friend to travelling: it enlarges the mind, suggests new ideas, removes prejudices, and sharpens the appetite." Narrative of a Journey from Hamstead to Hendon.

WE travel for many acquirements-health, information, amusement, notoriety, &c. &c. The advantages of each of these acquisitions have been eloquently set forth from the days of Ulysses, who travelled to seek his native land, to those of the members of the club who travel to seek any thing else. But one of its enjoyments has never received its full share of credit-albeit the staple of them all-we mean the good appetite it invariably produces. What are the periods on which the traveller dwells with the most satisfaction-the events he recalls with most dramatic effect-the incidents which at once arrest the attention of his hearers? Why-"That delicious breakfast in the Swiss valley. We had travelled some miles before eight o'clock, when we stopped at one of the chalets; we had coffee of our own; the peasant girl put the whitest of cloths on a little table in the open window, from the vine of which we picked the finest bunches of grapes ever seen -the dew was yet on the fruit. They gave us some such eggs, cream like a custard, and a Neufchatel cheese; some brown, but such sweet bread. We never enjoyed a meal so much." Or else it is-" Do you remember that night when we stopped at the little village at the foot of the Appenines-cold, wet, hungry, and quarrelsome. In less than ten minutes our dark eyed hostess had such a blazing wood fire on the hearth-by the by, what a delicious odor the young green pine branches give in burning! Half an hour saw us seated at a round table drawn close to the fire, with the very best of tempers and appetites. We had prevailed on the pretty Ninetta to forget in our favor the national predilection for oil and garlic. Our turkey was broiled, as our chesnuts were roasted, by the wood ashes;

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