the lady's own representations, she was born a few months before the assembling of the States General, of which her father was a member. He was a peer, and enjoyed a pension of 80,000 livres, and showed his sense of attachment to the monarch by refusing to emigrate till the King's death left the Bourbon cause, for the time, hopeless. Proceeding to the court at Coblentz, and being indifferently received by the early emigrants, he volunteered into the Austrian army, from which he eventually withdrew on detecting the selfish purposes of the Allies. With his little daughter he retired to Florence, where, through the assistance of Lannes, he procured the First Consul's protection and permission to return to Paris, though a son of his was still in the Austrian service. At Paris they continued to reside under the Imperial government, when the daughter married Count somebody, and figured in the Imperial Court. Her prejudices were all, nevertheless, in favour of the old regime, and after Napo. leon's defeats in Russia, and the subsequent campaign, and the Bourbons were all astir, she became an active agitator, and was finally commissioned, as the least suspicious person, to go to England and see Louis XVIII. Acquainted with the Duke of Rovigo, she readily procured a passport for the Netherlands, on the plea of ill-health, and from thence contrived to cross the Channel, and hastened to Louis at Hartwell. By him she was of course courteously received, for she brought him assurances of homage and attachment from all the eminent royalists, and many of the Imperial court. The old gouty King was charmed by her beauty, not less than by her communications and the fascinating manner of communicating, and was dismissed with tokens of his warm regard. Her account of the King's little court at Hartwell is curious and new. On his restoration she immediately visited him, became a special favourite, and she seems to have been his daily and confidential visitor and adviser. How far all this is fact, we have no means of ascertaining; but the vrai semblable is well preserved, and if not true, as somebody said for the jingle, is bien trouve.

The volumes are strewed with anecdotes of all the conspicuous persons of the time; but the chief personage, of course, is the King. Him the lady represents in very favourable colours, but still not incompatible with the common impressions of the respectable old gentleman-the colours only a little heightened. She assigns him a little more pith in sentiment and point in expression, more insight into character, and foresight in politics, than he was probably entitled to, though the specimens she presents of each warrant sufficiently her general description. According to her statements he felt the necessity of accommodating-be was annoyed at the absurdities of the noblesse and the priests, the rapacity of the old courtiers, and the pretensions of the new-in spite of all remonstrance and importunity adhered to the charter, and, had he been suffered to act as he pleased, or rather had he bad activity and energy enough to enforce the execution of his own views, the reign of the hundred days had never occurred.

Amidst this amusing melange are numerous anecdotes that are, beyond doubt, carelessly hazarded, and many that require, from their importance, better authenticating than any anonymons authori'y can give. We have no room, of course, for details; but one or two circumstances

we must notice. During the hundred days, Louis sent, through the author, a message to Fouché, which she of course communicated. "After some jeering remarks," she says, "Fouché rose, went to his secretaire, took out a sheet of paper, and said to me, I wish you would send this to the King, in exchange for his letter. It will help to convince him of the good faith of certain allies.'

"What is it, Duke?'

"Only the treaty concluded between the Emperor of Austria and Napoleon before the latter left the island of Elba.'

"You jest-it is not possible !'

"I assure you, madam, this copy is transcribed from the original, which is in the possession of Count Regnault de St. Jean d'Angely. It is worth while to let the King of France see this document,'" &c. But, supposing the report correct, the story rests on Fouché's authority.

A story is told of Barras undertaking, with Louis, to gain Bonaparte, then in Egypt, over to the royal cause, and that Louis, in consequence, applied to the English government to suffer the vessel in which he sailed to pass the English cruisers unmolested. This is too ridiculons for remark,

The lady tells a long story of her first girlish attachments the object was the unfortunate Labedoyere, for whom, moreover, she states Madame de Stael told her she had herself, in her maturer days, experienced the torments of la belle passion-the only days, according to the said Madame de Stael, in which love can be really felt, earlier it is mere matter of fancy. At Madame de Stael's she was quite a favourite, and there, of course, saw M. Benjamin Constant, or the Baron de Rebeque, whom she describes as an excellent man in private life-very witty and very talkative-but, as to bis public one, every thing was indifferent, all opinions were alike. She quotes Louis, as having said, "Whoever wants M. Constant may have him; let him know over night and you may rely upon him for the morning."

own.

Of Madame de Genlis and her Memoirs, she observes, she confesses every body's faules but her Madame de Campan's Memoirs are called "exculpatory of the Queen." On her father's authority she states, the Queen addressed some heavy reproaches against that lady, and she expresses her surprise, in consequence, at the publication, and sarcastically concludes-" I need only add, they were published after the return of the Bourbons." Of allusions to her own beanty there is no end; but French ladies are liberal of the term, and she calls even the Dauphiness beautiful. Talleyrand, Fouché, and Savary's names are of frequent recurrence; some stories are reported ones, and others on personal authority; and of the opposite class, great numbers, such as Metternich, De Blacas, Polignac, the late Pope, and Wellington.

Of the last she says, "Almost all those of the old regime who were denominated ultras and voltigeurs of Louis XIV. professed the highest admiration of the Duke of Wellington. Notwithstanding Madame de Stael, I never could account for this infatuation. In point of military talents, the British hero was not quite a Turenne--no offence to a certain song writer-and his silly-looking face was not made to awe. I have heard him also compared to the Prince of Condé. Has be, then, that eagle look, which was so prepossessing in th

hero of Rocroi? No; his looks have no other expression than that of excessive vanity. Still he had left him for the purpose of pleasing, his character of conqueror, and since it must be confessed to the shame of our sex, his foppery itself. Alas! yes; we sometimes love a coxcomb, as the men love a coquette. For my part, he appeared to me most ridiculous the first time I saw him. With what a silly respect he treated his own greatness! what pretension there was in his attitudes ! what vanity in every gesture! By the manuer in which he received the advances of certain celebrated frail ones, it was obvious that, as far as women were concerned, he had kept none but bad company; and Harriette Wilson has since revealed to us, that there he makes his most brilliant conquests," This last remark smacks furiously of London!

The Midshipman. Small 8vo.

Very recently, in" The Naval Captain," and publications of a similar character, the condition and education, physical and moral, of a Midshipman, on board a man-of-war, have been brought vividly forward to the imagination of the landsman; and surely no common disgust must have been excited against the system of management that seems to prevail, and parents especially, who have committed their offspring to such sinks of iniquity, must have shrunk from the contemplation of their thoughtless committal. If the very object of naval discipline, so far as the Midshipman is concerned, had been to corrupt to eternal infamy-to chill the warmth of domestic affections-blunt the common feelings of humanity, and convert men into brutes, the existing system would have been appropriate, would have been what demons would naturally prompt. If there were no counteractions, ruin, body and soul, must be inevitable, and at the best none can wholly escape scathing.

Hitherto the miserable and reckless condition of the Midshipman has been described with a sort of poco curante contempt of hardship, not at all calculated to operate in the right quarters; nor is the present, though differing in the means, and abstaining wholly from levity, better calculated to bring about reformation. The writer, indeed, has a different object in view and one more contracted-the deterring school-boys from thoughtlessly embracing the sea as a profession from partial representations. This purpose he prosecutes not by detailing the perils and hardships of the Midshipman, but those of the sea and the profession generally, and horrors upon horrors are accumulated, probably beyond the possible experience of any individual. The young hero is sent to a ship, where the captain takes a dislike to him, and veats it in petty vexations, and an elder midshipman a still greater, and wreaks his antipathy in blows and violence he encounters tremendous weather in the Bay of Biscay-he is engaged quickly in a bloody battle with Greek pirates, and is wounded -the ship is sunk in a sudden squall, and every sonl perishes but himself, and he floats on a plank two days and a night in the open sea, till he is finally taken up senseless by the crew of the beaten pirate, who take him ashore and treat him for months as a slave. By and by he goes to sea again with the said pirates on a plundering expedition, and witnesses wholesale murders; and at last effecting his escape, he works his passage

home in a merchant vessel, the mate of which recognizes him, and, from some old grudge, has his revenge to take, and he takes it with a witness. In addition to all these miseries, the boy is represented the whole time as labouring under the depressing conviction that his misfortunes are the punishment of his disobedience, in going to sea in opposition to his mother's wishes, and pains are taken to confirm the impression on the readers, that such was the fact, a sort of divine justice. Whether all this is a very judicious plan for effecting the object contemplated, we are not called upon precisely to decide. Scores of fond mothers will probably think it both justifiable and effective.

Travels in Chaldea in 1827, by Captain Robert Mignan, of the Hon. East India Company's service.

The ultimate, and almost exclusive object of this tour, is to describe the existing condition of the site of Babylon, and to fix the spot on which stood the Temple of Belus, or, in terms of the Bible, the Tower of Babel. Accompanied by a boat and a competent guard of Arabs, Captain Mignan started from Bussorah, and passed up along the banks of the Euphrates chiefly on foot, till he reached the confluence of the Tigris. From that point, being desirous of visiting Bagdad before he went to Babylon, he proceeded up the Tigris, marking, in his course, the few relics of antiquity which fell in his way at Mamlah, Ctesiphon, and Seleucia; and returning from Bagdad across the interfluvial country, he took up his quarters at Hillah, a filthy town, of about six thousand inhabitants. Situated on the Euphrates, this town is to be considered as the modern representative of Babylon, as unquestionably standing within the range of its ruins, and the largest place within their probable limits. From this point, as his centre, he roained for some miles around, and examined the fading traces of the once proud city. To define the line of the walls is, apparently, no longer practicable-for nothing remains but numerous insulated masses, or mounds of brickbuildings, of various dimensions, and in all directions, for six or eight miles on each side of the river, and north and south of Hillah. But of these mounds three are considerably more conspicuous than the rest; and for two of these, chiefly perhaps from their prodigious extent, divers travellers vindicate the honours of the Babel Tower. One of them, called the Mujellibah, lies about three miles and a half on the north-east of Hillah, and east of the river; the other, called Birs Nemroud, about five miles south of Hillah, and of course on the west of the river. To give some notion of the immense bulk of these remains-the base of the first, the Mujellibah, forms a trapezium, the shortest side of which is 678 feet, and the longest 822, and the average height at least 120 feet. Birs Nemroud is of somewhat smaller bulk, more conical in form, and rising, in the centre, forty or fifty feet higher. In favour of the claims of this Birs Nemroud appear Niebuhr, Rich, Buckingham, and others; while Captain Mignan, backed by old Major Rennel, is the champion of Mujellibah. The question is one mainly of testimony; and Captain Mignau, after carefully sifting Herodotus and Diodorus, thinks he finds sufficient evidence for his conclusion. And if one of the

two mounds must be the relics of the Tower, we should, ourselves, decide for Mujellibah, chiefly from its nearness to the river-within a mile-for there is good reason for supposing it to have been near the palace, which certainly was on the river; and Birs Nemroud is at least five miles from the said river. Now, nearly midway between Hillah and Majellibah is the third mass alluded to, still called the Kasr, or palace, lying on the river. There is, to be sure, a little difficulty as to this palace. It is known there were two palaces, one on each side of the river, connected by a passage under the river, and the one on the West was the largest; but these relics, called the Kasr, are on the east, and, unluckily, there are none on the west. Insurmountable, however, as this difficulty might seem at first sight, it is removable by the supposition, and there are traces of the fact, that the course of the river has been turned-that it originally flowed on the east of these relics-and that, therefore, the existing relics are those of the west-palace, while those of the eastern have been swept away by floods, &c. If these relics, then, be those of the palace, whether east or west, Mujellibab, within a mile of one of them, must be the Tower of Babel-but of course all depends on the site of the palace.

The staid and sober style of the author will presently establish the confidence of the reader. His representation of the present condition of the country, we have no doubt may be thoroughly relied upon, and is incomparably superior to any antecedent description. His predecessors have all of them surveyed the ground hastily, or even at a distance; whereas Captain Mignan has traversed the whole region on foot, and anxiously examined every vestige on the spot. His map of the ruins, on a competent scale, is a very satisfactory one.

Memoirs of Simon Bolivar. By General H. L.V. Ducoudray Holstein. 2 vols.

The name of Bolivar, for good or for ill, is inseparably connected with the independence of Columbia from the control of Spain. He is the hero of that independence. He did not, it is true, originate the revolution, nor even co-operate with those who did; but within three months of its commencement, we find him one of the duumvirate despatched to the Court of London to solicit assistance-a service implying some distinction in the agents. On his return to Caraccas, immediately he was pushed up to the seat of authority, mainly by the influence of Ribas, his relative, and one of the original revolutionists; and from that time to the present, except in the intervals of frequent flight, he has kept possession, not merely of the chief, but the whole and sole authority. In 1810, the first year of the revolution, Bolivar was bat twenty-seven, and in no way distinguished for personal qualification, or of any experience, political or military; he was of a good Creole family, and a man of considerable property, who, spending the first years of his youth in Spain and France, had returned to his estates, and lived in retirement till the death of his wife, in 1809. To what, then, is to be attributed his sudden elevation?--chiefly to the absence of abler and more conspicn us competitors. The wealth and distinction of the Colonies were, of course, in the hands of European Spaniards, and thongh wealthy Crecles were numerous enough, very wealthy ones were scarce; and among these Bolivar was con

spicuous. To this pre-eminence of station among his countrymen, of the second rank, must be assigned his early appointment; and to the absence of superior competitors, or, at least, of such as all would yield to, must be ascribed his continuance in power. The stirring spirits of the day, refusing to submit to each other, concurred in submitting to him-a fact often observable in history, and even in ordinary society; but one which, nevertheless, marks nothing but personal inferiority. The world is not apt to look very close into the conduct or the pretensions of the successful, and Bolivar, on the surface of the thing, on a cursory glance, has been eminently successful. The struggle was against the Royalist Spaniards; and the Royalist Spaniards, every man of them, have been expelled or subdued. But was the contest for a mere exchange of power-of original for delegated authority? No; professedly, it was for the substitution of liberty, in the place of tyranny. Well, Spanish tyranny has been disposed of-has Columbian liberty succeeded? No! on the contrary, nothing but a rank autocracy, maintained by military force. The autocrat, indeed, is neither King nor Keiser-he is the Liberator! but "what's in a name?" Call an onion a rose, and it will stink still; and the Liberator of Columbia, in the absence of all constitutional control, is as odious to the sense of freedom as the name and insignia of despotism.

The memoirs before us are written, professedly, to expose the pretensions of the Liberator, and facts of a strong cast are got up to arraign them by this writer. Bolivar, he says, has always opposed the formation of a federal government, and insisted upon a central one-the convenient season for assembling a congress has always been found with difficulty, and any season has been conve nient for dissolving it. In a succession of periods, under very different circumstances, he has grasped the whole power of the state, civil and military, in his own hands; and as to offers of resignation, on the face of them they were too Cromwellian to deceive; and, in fact, did deceive none. The Spaniards have now nearly six years been expelled; and for all purposes of establishment, if the desire existed, these ten years have all fo reign impediments been removed. But Columbia is still where she was.

But the existing state of Columbia bespeaks woeful management, hardly to be accounted for by the common devastations of a civil war, carried on, after all, on a small scale, and with numbers very insignificant, compared with European calculations. All parties, friends and foes, concur in representing Columbia as a ruined countrywealthy and prosperous before the revolution, and now full of beggars. Its dwindling resources are swallowed up by an armed force-kept up against whom? The people, of course; for of Spaniards, now, there can be no longer any apprehensions. But we forget the book.

It is the production of a French officer, who served successively in the armies of Grenada and Venezuela, four or five years, and was, part of that time, chief of Bolivar's staff. He left the service in disgust, and, professedly, on the ground of illtreatment on the part of Bolivar, and so far is exposed to the charge of a prejudiced witness. But Holstein is no common personage; he is aware of his invidious position, and he backs his statements by the production of documents, and appeals to

names. We cannot give implicit credit to a disappointed man; but while resentment has evidently tinged his feelings with some malignity, it has, at the same time, sharpened his researches into facts. He suffers nothing to escape; he may have omitted some good, but we doubt if he has fabricated much of the bad. Bolivar is charged with want of soldiership-his bulletins shame even French and Russian pretensions; the butchery of 1200 Spaniards at Caraccas, the execution of Piar, and the abandonment of Ribas, attest his cruelty or bis vindictiveness. He is charged with habits of indolence, luxury, and profligacy; and such, conpled with his grasp of power, essentially monarchical, are incompatible with the activity and virtues of a patriot-chief. At all events, Holstein accounts for sundry realities in the existing state of Columbia.

Travels in Mexico. By Lieut. Hardy. These travels, be it observed, have little or no relation to the capital of Mexico, its politics or its parties, its conflicts or rebellions,-nor do they concern those parts of this extensive country of which we have had, within these very few years, we know not how many accounts, all more or less valuable, because coming from individuals of respectability, favourably placed, and capable of judging and describing,-but relate almost wholly to the western provinces-to regions perfectly out of the beaten track even of modern miners and adventurers--to countries described in old maps by the name of Navarre, and now designated as the province of Sonora, lying along the Gulf of California. In the strenuous execution of his purpose, Mr. Hardy sailed up this Gulf, and even into the Rio Colorado, which flows in at the head of it--regions yet untracked by any Europeans, except a few Spanish priests, and inhabited by Indians still in the lowest stages of savageism, naked, and armed with the bow-living on fish, and herbs, and fruits-without cattle, or flocks, or cultivation of any kind.

The Lieutenant, like many other active officers, eager for employment, was engaged, by a grand company calling themselves the General Pearl and Coral Fishing Association-which was to get rich by making pearls as common as pebbles-as their chief commissioner, for three years; and these three years, or the greater part of them, he spent in the zealous prosecution of his commissiontoiling and diving and prying, and catching nothing, for there was nothing to catch. Without any superfluous preface, the sturdy Lieutenant starts from the capital of Mexico, working his weary way, by horse or by mule, the nearest course, through Valladolid and Guadalaxara, în a north-west direction, some seven or eight hundred miles, to the port of Mazatlan, nearly in the latitude of the opposite south cape of California. From this point, by sea, he sailed to the port of Guayras, about midway up the Gulf, where a vessel, and intelligence from his potent masters in England were to meet him; but outstripping the party, and too stirring to lie idly by, be proceeded to several of the towns, at some distance from the coast, especially to Pitic, in the hope of picking up-not pearls, but intelligence about them :-by the way, not a word is there, through the whole volume, about corals. On his return to the port, receiving his letters and instructions, he forthwith proceeded farther up the gulf to the island of

Tiburon an island occupied solely by Indians of the most ferocious description, and using poisoned arrows, but the coast of which was supposed to swarm with beds of pearl-oysters. Arrived at the spot, the Indians seem to have been easily conciliated, but divers were scarce, and, as it proved, pearls were still scarcer. Not easily satisfied with the efforts or the reports of others, the Lieutenant resolved himself to turn diver, and being, manifestly, a resolute fellow, and not readily daunted, he finally, by dint of perseverance, succeeded in reaching depths of eight fathoms, at the risk not only of health from the mere effects of pressure, but of Ife from sharks and tintereros, enemies more formidable, if possible, than the sharks. Yet see how easily the most ferocious animal is baffled armed with a stick of nine inches long, and sharp at both ends, the diver has only, when the shark opens his jaws to snap off a limb or tear out the viscera, to thrust the armed hand (think of the nerve this requires) into his mouth, which instinctively and ravenously closes upon the stick, and the two points transfix both jaws, and bind them together, and the animal perishes inevitably. The tinterero-called also the ground shark-a flat fish, twenty feet across (conceive this!) claps his fins round the diver, and hugs him to extinction. Mr. Hardy represents himself as more than once escaping from the jaws of the shark by the common manoeuvre of the divers. His whole account of his diving experiences is oneof the most interesting we remember to have read. From this island of Tuberon, the El Dorado of his hopes, and where all his hopes were com pletely wrecked, he still coasted up the gulf, anxiously searching every probable spot in his way, still to no purpose; and pursuing his course, advanced up the Rio Colorado, where unluckily his vessel grounded, and he escaped the plottings of the Indians only by incessant watchfulness, and a kind of promptitude and fertility of expedient only to be looked for from a practised seaman.

After the complete failure of his object, he returned, by land, through the province of Durango, which he found everywhere in a state of confusion and alarm from the devastations of the Yaquis Indians. These devastations, he affirms, and we take his word for it, might, with common activity on the part of the Mexican forces, have been speedily stopped; but nothing can exceed the poltroonery of the troops and their commanders. The Lieutenant's impressions of the country, whether in the provinces or the capital, are most unfavourable; he finds nothing but ignorance, superstition, and bad morals-general filth, and insensibility to domestic comfort; though, on returning to the capital, he observed some symptoms of amendment, the leading personages, some of them, were beginning to shave every day.

Mr. Hardy is quite a sailor-occasionally coarse, and fond of a joke-stumbling often upon reflections, not of the newest quality, but home-felt, and so far valuable-making light of troubles that would crush a daintier person, and full of prompt resources in existing difficulties. The scene, into which he was after all unexpectedly thrown, was admirably suited to his temperament and his powers-he became, to some extent, a discoverer, has added to our geographical knowledge, and has had opportunities of leaving his own name and those of his friends to identify regions before nnexplored and unnamed.

Four Years in Southern Africa. By Cowper Rose, Royal Engineers.

This volume is, we do not doubt, just what it assumes to be-a selection from letters written to a brother; and is exactly one of those books which it would require very little ingenuity to turn into biting and admirable ridicule-so little, that we despise the exercise of a power of such facility, and are determined, in return for the entertaiament we have received, to praise it.

The preface has termed it, and correctly, "a collection of sketches;" rambling, unconnected, and dream-like, a mingied assemblage of

"Things that are, and things that seem," quickly succeed each other; and the writer's plan, if plan he can be said to have had, is a resolution that his reader shall not weary-that "a change shall come o'er the spirit of his dream," before the threatened yawn is consummated; and in this we think he has been successful; for, with all its hundred faults, the book is a highly entertaining one. The tamest part is that in which he has described Cape Town and its inhabitants; and the cause is probably this-that in a very limited society, it would have been difficult to sketch the manners and the follies closely without the suspicion of personality: if this was his motive, though, in avoiding it, he has occasionally become vague and desultory, we cannot blame him.

If, however, he moves with constraint under the trammels of society, he acquires vigour in escaping from them; and once mounted on his horse, describes his wanderings over the wild and singu lar scenery of Southern Africa in a vivid and pic. turesque manner; while his observations on all that crossed his path-the Dutch boor, the English settler, the Moravian and the Wesleyan missionaries, are lively and characteristic;-and when leaving the civilized and the half-civilized of the colony, he passes its boundaries, and traverses the vast deserts infested by the savage animals of the country, and crossed by its wandering tribes, his descriptions are frequently bold, spirited, and striking.

It is true that we miss much that a far shorter residence than four years in a country should have made the author conversant with;-the laws and government are not mentioned, and there is scarcely an observation throughout from which we could have surmised that the military profession of the writer was one connected with science. He tells us that his sole aim is to amuse, and perhaps deems that the admission of these subjects would have marred that aim;-we think otherwise, and believe that the introduction of graver matter would have improved and relieved his lighter descriptions-that his volume would not have proved less entertaining for affording a little useful information--that his vessel would not have sailed less swiftly for carrying more ballast. Mr. Rose, however, seems to have thought differently, and has avoided every subject of a statistical or political nature, and confined himself wholly to themes that are calculated to interest an imaginative mind; and with such his volume, we predict, will be a favourite.

His descriptious of scenery are good, and he appears to have looked on nature with a high and adeat feeling, and, we donbt not, experienced all the intense delight he has expressed. In these he is serious, while in many parts he evidently plays Jan.-VOL XXX. NO. CIX.

with his subject, and even in some on which he seems grave, we think we can detect the lurking smile; for it would be strange indeed if a critic could not see more deeply than common readers. We take leave of the author, by quoting some of the vivid descriptions with which is book abounds. The following illustrations of savage life are highly interesting:

"I had beard so much of the native mode of killing the elephant, and of the perseverance and daring exhibited, that I had long wished for an opportunity of witnessing the hunt, but something had always occurred to prevent or to delay it. It had been described to me as lasting for dayssometimes for weeks; the huge monster, whose strength might appear to bid defiance to any wea pon receiving its impetus from the hand of man, sinking, at length, under the wearying effect of long pursuit, and the weakness attendant on loss of blood flowing from innumerable petty wounds. "It is only in the chase and in war that a stranger can see the energies of the natives drawn out: in general, grouped round the fire, or beneath the shade of trees, their character-the effect of their cli mate is that of listless apathy or sluggish indifference, now and then broken in upon by something that excites an interest, and arouses looks and glances savagely intelligent. But, in the pursuit of the larger animals, all their powers of action and enterprise are elicited-their arts of cunning circumvention-that knowledge which teaches them when to enlarge the circle of enemies that has been drawn around their victim, when to diminish it, to approach, and to pour their assegais in upon him. Then, too, is exhibited all the vigour of their fine forms in the attack, all their speed in flight, when the maddened beast turns on his assailants; and, at such times all that speed is frequently insuflicient to save them. I longed to watch their noiseless, stealthy pace, and their dark figures, now half concealed in the underwood, now creeping through tangled thickets, and now bounding forward, while the rocky hollows echo their shrill scream of triumph; the skill with which, taking advantage of every bush, rock, or inequality of ground, they crouch from view, keeping below the wind to prevent discovery from the animal's accurate sense of smell; and, when all these arts fail, and the tortured beast rushes forward in reckless despair, the wild effect produced by their firing the high dry grass and brushwood, and retiring in safety behind its daz. zling flame. There was in all this much to pique my curiosity, and still more in the strange feeling of superstitious awe with which they are said to approach their prostrate prey, and to exculpate themselves of any blame in his death, by declaring to him gravely that the thing was entirely the effect of accident, not design; while to atone for the offence, or to deprive him of all fancied power, they cut off the trunk, and solemnly inter it, pronouncing repeatedly during the operation, The elephant is a great Lord, and the trunk is his hand!

"I have watched a group of Kaffers, as they stood around me in easy, graceful attitudes, and marked their soft, pleasing manners and inild eyes, and wondered that they could ever be savage; when the discourse suddenly turned on war, and a Kaffer was asked to show their manner of attacking an enemy. The expression in a moment changed; the eye assumed a vindictive

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