force, till, moaning and fainting, she lay still and The spirit spoke again. Give my large tame pig to the priest (the pakeha was disenchanted at once) and my double gun.' Here the brother interrupted-' Your gun is a manatunga; I shall keep it.' He is also disenchanted, thought I, but I was mistaken; he believed, but wished to keep the gun his brother had carried so long. 6 pose the imposture without showing palpable disbelief. We cannot find your book,' said I; where have you concealed it?' The answer instantly came, I concealed it between the tahuhu of my house and the thatch, straight over you as you go in at the door.' Here the brother rushed out; all was silence till his return. In five minutes he came back with the book in his hand! I was beaten, but made another effort. What have you written in that book?' said I. A great many things.' Tell me some of them.' Which of them?' Any of them.' 'You are seeking for some information; what do you want to know? I will tell you.' Then suddenly- Farewell, O tribe! farewell, my family, I go!' Here a general and impressive cry of farewell' arose from every one in the house. Farewell,' again cried the spirit from deep beneath the ground! Farewell,' again from high in the air! Farewell,' again came moaning through the distant darkness of the night. Farewell!' I was for a moment stunned. The young woman who had been so much affected kept her promise to follow her departed brother to the land of spirits. Long ere the sun rose she had committed suicide. "Old New Zealand" may be warmly recommended to public perusal. It is a most racy and interesting book, and vividly brings before us scenes which will never be acted again. The country in which they took place is undergoing a complete transformation, and its natives are fast passing away, like the gigantic birds, the Moas, which at one time peacefully looked over the gardenfences, or yielded, perhaps, part of the daily "An idea now struck me that I could ex-food of the population. B. S. THE New Yorker Handels-Zeitung contains | County; Liefer Boll bie Seragus, Ane Daike the following: "We need not be surprised at Counti, for Liverpool, Syracuse, Onondaga Counthe vast number of letters annually coming from ty; Starckwill, Hackemaer Kanto, Newjorker Germany, which are returned thither through Staat for Starckwill, Herkimer County, State of the Dead Letter Office, if we cast a look at the New York; Westsentlelk, Rertzler Cy, for West following collection of directions, communicated Sandlake, Renssellaer Co.; Dschimaka, or Schuto us by a post-officer. We have only to add macken, for Jamaica; Nuttanglang Eiland for that these are by no means exceptional directions, New Town, Long Island; Bostoffs, Scherle, Iribut that they were copied from a comparatively kante, for Post Office, Shirley, Erie County; small number of German letters :- Tubilef hat Sechsen Drenetekirch Brodweg for Sexton di Jeneral Post Hoffes for To be left at the Gen-Trinity Church, Broadway; Thiri Ocks for eral Post Office; Blackrakden Ehre Kande for Three Oaks; Eisack Lewei for Isaac Levi; EliBlack Rock, Erie County; Diestrick Hemstett, as Abbet Str. for Elizabeth Str.; Haus Dun Keelkauten for District Hemstead, Queen's Coun- Str., for Housdon Str." &c., &c. ty; Leinnz, Vein Canton, for Lyons, Wayne For Six Dollars a year, in advance, remitted directly to the Publishers, the LIVING AGE will bo punctually forwarded free of postage. Complete sets of the First Series, in thirty-six volumes, and of the Second Series, in twenty volumes, handsomely bound, packed in neat boxes, and delivered in all the principal cities, free of expense of freight, are for sale at two dollars a volume. ANY VOLUME may be had separately, at two dollars, bound, or a dollar and a half in numbers. ANY NUMBER may be had for 13 cents; and it is well worth while for subscribers or purchasers to complete any broken volumes they may have, and thus greatly enhance their value. A MEMORIAL. M. A C. BY JOHN G. WHITTIER. Он, thicker, deeper, darker growing, In love surpassing that of brothers, We walked, O friend, from childhood's day; One in our faith, and one our longing And gladder for our human speech. To homely joys and loves and friendships Ran back and left thee always young. So overprized the worth of others, And dwarfed thy own with self-distrust? All hearts grew warmer in the presence Nor reaped for self the harvest sown. Thy greeting smile was pledge and prelude To make the boyish heart heroic, And light with though the maiden's face. O'er all the land, in town and prairie, With bended heads of mourning, stand Thy call has come in ripened manhood, To join the silent funeral prayers, My tears of mourning dropped with theirs. All day the sea-waves sobbed with sorrow, The birds forgot their merry trills, Allday I heard the pines lamenting. With thine upon thy homestead hills. Green be those hillside pines for ever, And green the meadowy lowlands be, And green the old memorial beeches, Name-carven in the woods of Lee! Still let them greet thy life companions O friend! if thought and sense avail pot To know thee henceforth as thou art. That all is well with thee forever TI I trust the instincts of my heart, & Thine be the quiet habitations, Thine the green pastures, blossom soon, And smiles of saintly recognition YJ130T As sweet and tender as thy own. Caen Guide portatif et complet, par G. S. Trébutien. Hardel: Caen. Minde Handbook of Travel-Talk. John Murray. Bradshaw's Continental Railway Guide. THE art of travel is rapidly becoming so vast a subject that no single professor will be able to expound it. Mr. Galton and Captain Burton have gone far to exhaust the science of life among wild beasts and savages; and either of them could probably act as master of the ceremonies to the king of Dahomey. But they would, we suspect, be the first to disclaim any like acquaintance with the mysteries of the haute volée in Viennese society, or with mountain travelling in Switzerland. It must be a great chance, at least, if a hero of the Alpine Club would be as good a guide about Rome as many a shy scholar who has not the strength to scale ice-encrusted cliffs, or the peculiar knack of walking up perpendicular rocks. The East is a field in itself, and something more than mere going over the ground is needed to make it intelligible. But for one traveller who has the leisure or the opportunity to explore the Zambesi river or to wander out towards Palmyra, there are at least a hundred who find every summer that six weeks in Germany or France do more to refresh the brain and turn the mind into a new track, than ever the sea-side or the moors in their own country could do. It is a long time before the most cosmopolitan Englishman gets to feel as thoroughly at home in a foreign railway carriage as on the Great Western. In spite of all that has been done to Anglicise the Continent, where English churches, bifsteaks saignants and bottled beer, large basons, shooting-coats and wide-awakes, have sprung up sporadically in the track of the locomotive, the difference of language and manner, if not of opinion, are still in all material respects unaffected by our superficial intercourse with our neighbors. One chief cause of this, no doubt, lies in the strong objection a highly educated man feels to express himself in a language he can only speak imperfectly. He is painfully conscious of every blunder he makes, the moment after it is made, and the subjects he cares to talk about are precisely those which require a large vo cabulary and a ready power of translating ideas by their foreign equivalents. Accord ingly a bagman will go over half the Continent, joking, chattering, and making friends, with fewer words than enable a scholar to stumble through his want in the railway terminus or the inn. But the chief reason no doubt 18, that no man can catch the tone of a new society in a moment. All that difficult family history, which we learn half unconsciously in our own country, the distinction of great and small requirements in etiquette, and the chief political and religious shades of feeling, are a shibboleth that cannot be hastily mastered. Mr. Grattan mentions in his last book, that he once gave great offence in a country district of France because, in entire ignorance of days and seasons, he invited a largo party on the anniversary of the death of Louis XVI. In the same way, we have heard of English people electrifying the residents of a foreign town by making promiscuous visits without letters of introduction. Our countrymen had no doubt been told that the custom abroad was for the last arrival to call first, and did not understand that the custom only warrants visits where there is some excuse for acquaintance. Every man who has lived out of England will probably remember some circumstances where he has acted awkwardly or given offence, in spite of the very best intentions to the contrary. An excellent article on "6 Companions of Travel," that appeared rather more than two years ago in the Saturday Review (Nov. 2, 1861), among other hints to which we shall have occasion to refer, suggested that pictures of society and manners should form part of a future series of Handbooks. We should like to see the task attempted, but we confess to a grave doubt if it could be achieved to anything like the extent the writer seems to contemplate. Take, for instance, the wonderful descriptions of German manners in the works of Baroness von Tautphoeus, to which the article referred, among other instances, as examples of what was possible. No one can |