coastwise, to Madras; and, on his arrival there, learned that Balty Mahu had recently left that place.  This intelligence operated like a charm; the desire of revenge roused all his energies and became his master passion.  He immediately set off in pursuit; but, although often near, could never overtake him.  His health rapidly improves; and at length he hears that the old Omrah’s health is rapidly declining.  This information awakens new thoughts and hopes, and Balty Mahu is forgotten.  He hastens hack to Benares; and when near the city, hears two merchants, in conversation, remark that the Omrah is dead, and that his widow was the next day to perform the Suttee.  He immediately mounts his horse, and reaches the city the next morning at sunrise.  In the street he mixes with the throng;—­hears Veenah pitied, her father blamed, and himself lamented.  He now sees Veenah approach the funeral pile, who, at the well known sound of his voice, shrieked out, “he lives! he lives!” and would have attempted to save herself from the flames; but the shouts of the surrounding multitude, and the sound of the instruments, drowned her voice.  He now attempts to approach the pile for the purpose of rescuing her, but is forcibly held back until the wretched Veenah is enveloped in flames.  On his again attempting to reach the pile, he was charged with profanation; and, on Balty Mahu’s making his appearance and encouraging the charge, in frantic desperation he seizes a scymetar from one of the guards, and plunges it in his breast.  The influence of his friends, and the sacred character of persons of his caste, saved the Brahmin from capital punishment; but he was banished from Hindostan.  He now removed to the kingdom of Ava, where he continued so long as his parents lived, after which he visited several countries, both of Asia and Europe; and in one of his journeys, having discovered Lunarium Ore in the mountain near Mogaun, he determined to pass the remainder of his days in that secluded retreat.—­“So ends this strange, eventful history.”

When the Brahmin terminated his narrative, the extended map beneath them was already assuming a distinct and varied appearance:—­

“The Brahmin, having applied his eye to the telescope, and made a brief calculation of our progress, considered that twenty-four hours more, if no accident interrupted us, would end our voyage; part of which interval I passed in making notes in my journal, and in contemplating the different sections of our many peopled globe, as they presented themselves successively to the eye.  It was my wish to land on the American continent, and, if possible, in the United States.  But the Brahmin put an end to that hope, by reminding me that we should be attracted towards the Equator, and that we had to choose between Asia, Africa, and South America; and that our only course would be, to check the progress of our car over the country of greatest extent, through which the equinoctial circle might