fellow. Look, miss, at this box-it 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."

:

So saying, she offered Emily some of the peppermint-drops it contained these were civilly declined, and the box good-naturedly 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 Universary-only think, miss, of our city having a universary-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?”

say,

"Indeed!" exclaimed his offended spouse, "he's not one of your professing sort-he never says what he doesn'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 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 shouldn't, there isn't a more thriving soap-boiler in the ward. Mr. H. wanted to go to Moscow for our summer tower (Moscow's the sea-port which sends us our tallow) - but I said, 'Lord, Mr. H.,' says I, 'what signifies making a toil of a pleasure?""

"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."

in

"Ah, miss, it was my son there that put it 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 nightEmily, 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 XVIII.

"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 Hampstead 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,