thrust their fingers into their ears and joined in the clamour.  The escort and camel-drivers placed no bounds to their hilarity.  A fat ox, that had been promised, was turned loose among the spectators, pursued by fifty savages with their gleaming creeses, and hamstrung by a dexterous blow, which threw it bellowing to the earth in the height of its mad career, and tribes of lean curs commenced an indiscriminate engagement over the garbage.

The neighbouring nations look upon the population of this province with great contempt.  They say that their tongues are long for lying, their arms are long for stealing, and their legs are long for running away.

The mission now approached another region, perhaps the finest in Africa.  Every change in the climate and soil in Africa is in extremes, and barreness and unbounded fertility lie side by side.

“As if by the touch of the magician’s wand, the scene now passes, in an instant, from parched wastes to the geen, and lovely islands of Abyssinia, presenting one scene of rich and thriving cultivation.  The baggage having at length been consigned to the shoulders of six hundred grumbling Moslem porters—­for here the camel, from the steepness of the hills, was useless—­and forming a line, which extended upwards of a mile, the embassy, on the morning of the 17th, comnenced the ascent of the Abyssinian Alps; the flutes again played, the wild warriors of the escort again chanted their songs.  It was a cool and lovely morning, and an invigorating breeze played over the mountains’ side, on which, now less than ten degrees from the equator, flourished the vegetation of northern climes.  The rough and stony road wound on, by a steep ascent, over hill and dale, now skirting some precipitous ascent, now dipping into the basin of some verdant hollow, where it suddenly emerged into a succession of shady lanes, bounded by flowering hedgerows.”

All this is so like England, and so unlike Africa, that we should suspect the major’s memory to have been as active at least as his observation.  But the work contains so much internal evidence of accuracy, independently of the confidence attached to the character of the intelligent writer himself, that we must believe the heart of Ethiopa to possess secnes that would be worthy of the heart of our own fresh and flower-bearing island.  The scene which follows is quite Arcadian.

“The wild rose, the fern, the lantana, and the honeysuckle, smiled round a succession of highly cultivated terraces, and on every eminence, stood a cluster of conically thatched houses, environed by green hedges, and partially embowered amid dark trees As the troop passed on, the peasant abandoned his occupation to gaze at the novel procession; while merry groups of hooded women, decked in scarlet and crimson left their avocations in the hut to welcome the king’s guests with a shrill ziroleet, which ran from every hand.  Birds warbled among