When the letter was written, sealed, and di- when there swept across the water a sweet rected to Miss Cynthia Dolliver, care of Lieu-strain in tones which they recognized, 66 And at the same moment they saw their long-lost | who went to send away the friendly Frog, with Cynthia and the young Waldemar Dollskovitsh a liberal reward for his good intentions. impatiently walking the deck. Soon a small boat shot out toward the riverbank, and in a moment Cynthia was in her mother's arms. As soon as she could extricate herself she presented to the astonished but happy family her husband, Lieutenant Waldemar Dollskovitsh! When he had recovered a little from his surprise Mr. Dolliver demanded an explanation in these words: "How! What! Which! Where!" Mrs. Dolliver had not yet finished gazing with content and delight at her newly restored daughter. Cynthia told them all should be explained if they would come on board the liking, where a banquet awaited them. Mr. Dolliver for once overcame his prejudices, and stepped into the boat. The rest followed his example. They were soon seated in the cabin of the gallant bark, with the exception of Captain Diomed, who preferred to mount guard at the door. The cabin was beautifully illuminated. The walls were decorated with the loveliest sea-shells. There were pictures of beautiful mermaids in the most becoming and stylish of bathingdresses, crimping their hair, and arranging their waterfalls. Miss Grace could not help glancing admiringly at the gay young pirate lieutenant. Captain Diomed was wavering between peace And on the table was a tempting repast, comand war. He longed for an opportunity to try posed principally of foreign dishes well known his sword. to them by name, as edible birds'-nests, warm The little Dulsy had followed Mäuselein, bread-fruit, and the like. The little Dulsy said nothing, for she was at that moment deep in a bird's-nest. When the banquet was finished Mäuselein came to tell them that the dawn was approaching, and it was time to take leave. The Viking was to sail before daylight; so, after many affectionate farewells, they stepped Cynthia now explained to them that when | into the boat, and were soon on shore. she left them the current took her swiftly down the river all day long and a part of the night, till she came to the open sea. She was wearied with watching, her provisions had given out, her tooth-brush had fallen overboard, and she was about to give up in despair, when she saw a white sail. She roused herself, inspired with hope. She tied her handkerchief to the end of her sun-shade, which had an iron frame, lighted a match, set fire to the handkerchief, and waved it aloft. A moment of suspense, and then Waldemar saw it, and came to the rescue. As soon as she felt herself safe, and recognized her preserver, she fainted away. When she was fully restored the young Waldemar, kneeling at her feet, for he was jointed, said, "Be mine, be mine!" She asked seven minutes to consider the matter. She was separated from her family, probably never to be restored to them. Marriage is a lottery, and many good people do not approve of lotteries. But Waldemar had saved her life. Something was due to gratitude. Besides, she was fond of him; so she said, "Yes." Fortunately there was a bride's outfit on board, including a lovely pink wedding-dress. It was the pirate's last prize, though he little knew for whom he was securing it. So they were quietly married by the ship's chaplain. It was impossible to inform her friends of the state of things, as they were far from home, and the Viking was bound on an errand that admitted of no delay. They had returned, however, as soon as they could, and now all was explained. Mr. Dolliver laid one hand on each of their heads and said, "Bless you, my children!" He expressed himself satisfied with the explanation, but he regretted that the wedding Just as they were all safe inside the nursery window they saw the gallant bark like a cloud in the distance; and before the first rays of the sun gilded the weather-vane they were in their home once more. Said Mr. Dolliver, "We have lost a daugh ter." Said Mrs. Dolliver, "We have gained a son." Said Miss Grace, "Bright be the skies above them!" Said Captain Diomed, "Death to their enemies!" Said little Dulsy, "Oh! I wish"--but at that moment the morning bell rang, their Queen's speechless day began. mamma said, "Wake up, Fanny," and their EXICO is a land of mystery and wonders. | streets with the busy hum of life, remains un races of men that once filled their now silent naturalists have climbed its lofty volcanic mount Adventures of a Young Naturalist. By LUCIEN BIART. Edited and Adapted by PARKER GILLMORE, Author of "All Round the World," "Gun, Rod, and Saddle," "Accessible Field Sports," etc., etc. With One Hundred and Seventeen Illustrations. New York: Harper and Brothers. ains, explored its lagoons and giant rivers, and traversed its immense forests, still, from the vast extent of country and variety of climate, it is scarcely as well known to the majority of even American readers as Africa was before the recent explorations of Baker, Livingstone, and SUMICHRAST. insects, lost in the forest, or threatened by wild beasts, he never lost courage for a moment. Master Lucien and his father were accompanied on their perilous wanderings by François Sumichrast, a Swiss naturalist, and a faithful Indian servant, whose usual costume had gained him the name of L'Enenerado, a Spanish word which signifies clad in leather. Tall in stature, noble in mien, and broad - shouldered, Sumichrast was a splendid representative of moral and physical health. He was distinguished as an ornithologist, and was never so much at home as in the midst of the forest; in fact, he often regretted that he had not been born an Indian. His gravity, entirely devoid of sadness, his skill in shooting, and his silent laugh, often led his friends to compare him to Cooper's "Leatherstocking;" but it was "Leatherstocking" become a man of the world and of science. L'Encuerado was a Mistec Indian, an old jaguar-hunter, inured to danger and fatigue. He was almost beside himself with joy at the idea of conducting Master Lucien into the wilderness of the Cordilleras, where he had made many journeys with the boy's father. On the morning of the departure from Orizaba, whence they started on their travels, he appeared as rep Du Chaillu familiarized them with the wonders | resented in our picture, with a huge basket on of its scenery and natural history. Although his back, containing the main stock of provisions the elephant, the hippopotamus, the lion, and for the journey, which could not be procured the tiger, which render the deserts of Africa away from the city-such as coffee, salt, pepper, and the jungles of India so attractive to sports-dried corn, cakes, etc. The hound at his side men, are not to be found in Mexico, their places is a greyhound, strongly made and intelligent, are well supplied by the swamp-loving tapir, the which had been Master Lucien's playmate for voracious alligator, the stealthy puma, and the years, and could not be induced to remain at blood-thirsty jaguar-all well worthy of the white man's rifle and the spear and arrow of the native sportsman. Moreover, here the wolf awakes the reverberating echoes of the forest with its dismal howl; the raccoon, opossum, and squirrel pass their lives in sportive gambols; the wild and the ocellated turkeys strut about, pompous in manner, as if conscious of their handsome plumage; while the timid deer and shaggy-coated bison roam over prairies or through woodland glades, as yet unacquainted with the report of the white man's destructive fire-arms. To acquaint young readers with the natural wonders of this part of the New World, in a pleasant and attractive manner, M. Lucien Biart has written the book from which we borrow the illustrations for this article. As the title suggests, it is the story of a boy-naturalist, who accompanies his father on a journey of discovery and adventure among the Cordilleras of Mexico. Though only nine years old, Master Lucien, for that was the young adventurer's name, proved himself to be a real hero; for whether suffering from thirst or hunger, persecuted by noxious L'ENCUERADO. a huge rock and divided into two roaring columns, which, still further down the ravine, burst into a thousand little cascades. They all wished to visit the bottom of the ravine, in order to enjoy this wonderful sight in all its grandeur. Before making their way into the brush-wood that lined the sides of the ravine near the top, they put down their insectcases and game-bags, as the enterprise required their unimpeded agility. Notwithstanding their caution, one of the party had a very narrow escape from death. As long as they could cling to the plants and shrubs the descent was mere child's-play; but they soon found themselves on a slippery, clayish soil, where there was neither stick nor stone to hold by, nor sure footing. M. Sumichrast was the first to venture on this dangerous ground, which gave way under him at the third step. He rolled over the declivity, instinctively home. He answered to the name of Gringalet. | grasping the first branches he could reach; but This party of five-for Gringalet deserves to be counted in-set out from the city of Orizaba one fine morning in June, just before the sun was up, and started eastward toward the Cordilleras. We can not, of course, follow them through their journey, or begin to relate one quarter of the wonderful adventures which they encountered on their wanderings, for which we must refer our readers to the book itself; we shall merely give detached pictures and incidents, taken almost at random from the narrative. One morning, after they had been several days upon their travels, they came suddenly to the upper edge of a deep ravine, through which an impetuous torrent rushed, and the question was how to get across. A little above where they stood the water was calm and sluggish, accumulating in a wide basin; but immediately beneath their feet it broke against he let go directly, uttering a piercing cry. Fortunately a shrub kept him from falling into the gulf. Master Lucien's father-who is represented as narrating the story of these wanderings-planted his feet as deeply as he could in the crumbling soil, so as to be able to help his friend, who, with his face contracted with pain, raised his right hand, which was already red, swollen, and covered with blisters. The branch he had caught hold of in his fall belonged to a gigantic nettle, called by the Indians Mula-muger, or "bad-woman." This plant only grows on damp banks-"a piece of malice," said L'Encuerado, "adopted in order to play shameful tricks on unsuspecting travelers, toward whom it treacherously stretches out its green stalks and velvety leaves as if offering them assistance." Nevertheless the grasp had lessened the weight of M. Sumichrast's fall, which otherwise might |