field; and his bow to pierce the deer that flies through the woods.

"No orator of antiquity ever exceeded this savage chief in the force of his emphasis, and the propriety of his gesture. Indeed, the whole scene was highly dignified. The fierceness of his countenance, the flowing robe, elevated tone, naked arm, and erect stature, with a circle of auditors seated on the ground, and in the open air, could not but impress upon the mind a lively idea of the celebrated speakers of ancient Greece and

Rome.

Having ended his oration, the Indian struck his war-club with fury against the ground, and the whole party obeyed the signal by joining in a war-dance-leaping and brandishing their knives at the throats of each other, and accompanying their me nacing attitudes with a whoop and a yell, which echoed with ten-fold horror from the banks of the river.

The dance took place by moon-light,

and it was scarcely finished, when the chief produced a keg of whiskey, and having taken a draught, passed it round among his brethren. The squaws now moved the tomahawks into the woods, and a scene of riot ensued. The keg was soon emptied. The effects of the liquor began to display itself in the looks and motions of the Indians. Some rolled their eyes with distraction; others could not keep on their legs. At length, succeeded the most dismal noises. Such hoops, such shouts, such roaring, such yells, all the devils of hell seemed collected together. Each strove to do an outrage on the other. This seized the other by the throat; that kicked with raging fury at his adversary. And to complete the scene, the old warrior was uttering the most mournful lamentations over the keg he had emptied; inhaling its flavour with his lips, holding it out with his hands in a supplicating attitude, and vociferating to the bye-standers Scuttai aibah! Scuttawawbah! More strong drink! More strong drink!"

Among the Americans present at this scene, was a young man of gigantic stature, a head taller than any of the others; the old Indian eyed him, and at length rose and shook him by the

hand.

Washington is yet in an infant state: when the multitude who had assembled at Mr. Jefferson's inaugural speech had returned home, our traveller describes the city as affording no objects, but a forlorn pilgrim forcing his way through the grass that overruns the streets, or a cow ruminating on a bank, having round her neck a bell, that she might be found in the woods. The streets are most in-、 elegantly denominated: East first street, West first street, North A street, South A street. A wag, says the author,

would infer that the one were named by a pilot, and the other by an alphabetical teacher. It has been said that Tiber was the original name of the river that supplies this city with water, and of course the coincidence flattered American patriotism: but in reality the people of Washington themselves know it in general by no other name than Goose. Creek. Between the capitol and president's house, a well, which had been dug to the depth of eleven feet, immediately overflowed, and has continued to over

flow.

We are sorry to see the character of Franklin studiously depreciated by Mr. Davis. The plagiarisms which he has so dramatically noticed, have been before detected; and it should have been remarked, that, in both instances, Dr. Franklin improved upon his originals. To Franklin, says this author, must we look for the source of the sordid economy of the American commonwealth, "It was he, who, by diffusing the maxims of Poor Richard, made the government of the United States a miserly body-politic." We should have thought that Mr. Davis had travelled in America to better purpose than to have brought back opinions like these, which can come with consistency from none but the state-leeches, the blood-suckers of the commonwealth: from such as share the peculations of M. Talleyrand, or divide the cheese-parings and candle-ends here at home. If the economy, the dignified and honourable economy, of the Ame

rican

"To mark the occurrences of a journey is no unpleasing or unprofitable exercise. Succession of objects at once quickens and multiplies our conceptions; whilst a desire to register new appearances agreeably beguiles the ennui of monotonous motion, of lounging at inns, and of waiting upon waiters. Future leisure may give to hurried notes the regular form of diaries. These we peruse with interest-perhaps, with strange emotion, at distant and vacant hours. A single line may, not unfrequently, revive some faded impression, or recall, in all the fondness of regret, the sensations of delight or melancholy that are past. The narrative may attract the attention, or awake the feelings of a friend, or impart instruction or amusement to a fellow-creature.

"The continent of Europe, it is true, has been often traversed, and often described, but is, by no means, so exempt from vicissitude, that the accounts of one generation should preclude, those of another.Besides, extended tracts of territory, adapted to the systems of modern society, involve such a complication of detail, that the tourist is usually content to select those observations which most readily present themselves, or which are most congenial to his taste or habits of thinking. Hence, a complete picture of one country has never, perhaps, been

exhibited to another, and hence, each traveller, though he should add much, may leave more to be added. In proportion, too, as we accumulate remarks on foreign parts, we enable the philosopher to widen his basis of comparisons and inductions, to correet and modify his statements, and thus, gradually to approach to truth.

"The imperfections, then, not the subject, of the following pages, require to be prefaced in the language of apology."

The same studied and sententious

the author better when he relaxes.

Mr. Muirhead landed at Ostend. He describes neatly the first foreign costumes that excite his attention.

The common style of building in Flanders, houses having their ends to the street, with arched gateways, may still be traced, he observes, in some of the decayed towns of Scotland, formerly connected by trade with Bruges and Antwerp. Ostend wants water: it is either supplied from rain cisterns, or with what is brought in casks from a considerable distance. Mr. Muirhead regrets, that the sum expended upon its fortifications had not been bestowed of the Romans had not constructed an upon water-conduits; or that the king queduct. Every little city of the Romans had its aqueduct, and many a one continues, at this day, to be most essentially useful, where eyery other monument of their empire has disap

of Spain, evinced his courage by repeated actions of eclat. Chagrined, however, with neglect of promotion, he resigned his commission, and retired into the convent of Carthusians, at Besançon. As his restless spirit could ill brook the gloom and silence of a cloister, he appointed a confidential friend to wait for him, with a horse, without the garden wall, and secretly procured of his relations some money, a riding-dress, a case of pistols, and a sword. Thus equip ped, he stole, during the night, from his cell, into the garden, stabbed the prior, whom he met on his way, scrambled over the wall, and rode off at full speed. When his horse could advance no further, from fatigue and hunger, he alighted at an obscure inn, ordered all the meat in the house to be got ready, and sat down to dinner with the utmost composure. A traveller, who arrived a few minutes later, politely requested that he might be allowed to share with him. Vatteville rudely refused, alleging that there was little enough for himself, and, impatient of contradiction, killed the gentleman on the spot with one pistol, and presenting the other to the landlady and

waiter, swore he would blow out their brains if they once dared to interrupt his repast. Having thus escaped with impunity, he encountered various fortunes, landed, at length, in Turkey, assumed the turban, received a commission in the army, was raised to the rank of bashaw, and nominated to the government of certain districts of the Morea. But longing to revisit his native country, he entered into a secret correspondence with the Venetians, then at war with the Turks, obtained absolution, along with a considerable church living in Franche Comté, delivered the towns and forts under his command into the hands of the enemy; and was actually presented by Lewis XIV. to the vacant see of Besançon. The Pope, however, who had granted absolution, refused the bull,—and Vatteville was obliged to content himself with the first deanery, and two rich abbeys. In the midst of his magnificence he sometimes deigned to call on his old friends, the Carthusians, and, at Last, expired quietly in his bed, at the advanced age of ninety-A roturier, guilty of one half of his enormities, would have been broken upon the wheel."

The story from Joinville, which follows, is most unmercifully lugged in by the head and shoulders; and it is related as vilely as it is introduced.

In his notes made at Lausanne, Mr. Muirhead remarks a curious passage from the chronicle of Marius, or S. Maire, who died A. D. 601. In recording the effects of a prevailing smallpox (variola), he notices that it proved fatal to cows. Eighteen months ago this circumstance had been communicated to Dr. Beddoes, through us, by

Mr. Coleridge. We will copy his letter, as it states the circumstance more fully, and adds to it another fact equally important.

Marius, a Burgundian noble and ecclesiastic, who died in the year 601, possessed a fertile estate about five miles above the old Aventicum; this estate he cultivated with his own hands, and employed himself in winter in making utensils for the church service. On this estate he built a church and a large manor-house, and this was the first be ginning of the town of Peterlingen. So Muller, the Swiss Tacitus, informs me, from whom I have extracted this account, for the sake of that which is to follow. This same Marius wrote a chronicle, partly of what had been related to him by old people, and partly of the great events of his own times. This chronicle is to be found in Du Chesne; and under the year 570, is the following curious passage, which I confess gave me no little pleasure, as adding strength to the most rational hypothesis, concerning the nature and origin of the cow-pock. Hoc anno, morbus validus cum profluvio ventris et variola. Italiam Galliamque valde afflixit, et animalia bubula per loca superscripia, maxima interierunt. (This year a strong disease, with flux and variolous eruption, griev ously afflicted Italy and Gaul; and the horned cattle throughout the abovementioned places, chiefly died of it.)

If then, at the time of the first appearance of the small-pox, the disease affected horned cattle even more than the human species, is it not a fair inference that cows must still be naturally susceptible of the contagion, and consequently does not the fact strengthen the probability that the cow-pox is the small-pox in its mildest state, and received by the cows from inoculated milkers? The account given by Haller of the first appearance of the small-pox,

accords in date with this of Marius: he says, it was brought by the Abyssinians into Arabia, at the time of their conquest of the province of Hamyer, carried thence by Greek merchants to Constantinople, and from Constantinople to the north of Italy, by the army of Belisarius.

"I remember another fact in confirmation of the hypothesis, which if I mistake not, for I speak entirely from memory, was in a pamphlet by a Doctor Layard, who, in the great disease among horned cattle in 1756, (1 will not an