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thing certainly.” Some words were here uttered to the Piga, or waiting-maid (I may here remark that the phrase implying, in Norwegian, “pretty girl,” sounds very like "smoked pig” in English), but in obedience to this mandate, she presented, to eat with the trout which the great men were enjoying—what do you think ?-the very eels that had travelled with me! Now we have all said until we are weary of saying it, “where ignorance is bliss 'tis folly to be wise;" it is one of those household words of which we have had something too much. Yet is it still my ever recurring folly to remove such blissful ignorance. The great unknown was going to help himself to the dish. “What is this ?” he said, in too plain English for the Piga to understand. “Sauce ?” he inquired again, looking at me, as I believed.

“Eels !” I cried, with an expression of horror.

The spoon dropped-dropped into his plate with some of the mutilated forms of my late travelling companions upon it. “Eels ! they eat eels with salmon !"

“Take it away, away !” cried our host, waving his arm in dismissal, “ there is nothing he can eat, no, nothing! I knew that !”



the Germans have. But, having one other open beside me, I flattered myself that I should be able to breathe throughout the night, and deceptively drew the muslin curtain across it to conceal the fact from sight, as not a breath was stirring to make it apparent otherwise.

No remonstrance was attempted; but the artifice was discovered, the attendant was summoned, and with a look which convicted me of premeditated manslaughter, she closed and fastened the little window; then silently withdrew, giving me another look that said, “Whatever may be your designs, the lives of our passengers are saved now.”

The look of the moon, and of the little water we could see so close to shore, tended to keep me cool, and I fell asleep.

I awoke stifling; all was dark; I could no longer see the moon, nor a glimpse of the water. I raised my hand to where the window had been, and got hold of a thick woollen shawl, doubled, and fastened over the glass while I slept, lest by any chance crevice the smallest breath of air should enter. I felt thankful for having power to rise, to get down from my sofa, to stumble over the sleepers, and to open the door. The day

was breaking. The stairs I mounted led into the saloon, and thence on deck. There some men were desperately sleeping, some smoking, some, who had only just come on board, drinking coffee. I made a rush, and gained the deck. Precisely as I appeared, the gun was fired, and we steamed away over Miösen Lake. It was a tedious day; I saw little to please me; perhaps I was in a discontented humour. This lake presents many pleasing views, but none at all remarkable or impressive. It is sixty-three miles long, but cannot compare in picturesque beauty with our English, Irish, or Scotch lakes. Scarcely knowing what to do with myself, as the little cabin was full, (and after having been up with the sun of the North, a day may well seem long,) I climbed to the upper deck, and from this exalted position I looked around and around, and what I saw made no impression upon me, but what I heard did. There was leaning over the side of the boat a fine-looking man—an Englishman, in a furred pelisse. He talked to me; I did not talk to him ; but I listened while he spoke of many things, from the cedar of Lebanon to the hyssop on the wall. How strangely I felt while doing so! I perceived at once that this was the distinguished foreigner whose place I had

“Only eels; especially when they have been skinned alive," I whispered ; “everything else he can eat, only try him.”

“Well, well! yes, he cannot eat eels; I knew that; the English never eat eels, never."

Şo went on that tremendous meal; and at every dish at which the least hesitation was made, the unfortunate host murmured at my ear: “I knew it; I knew he could not eat his dinner; no, that could not be;" while all the time the greatest, as well as the least man in the company, was giving abundant proof that he could do just what the host said he could not do.

It really pained me to think that the good man should not have the reward he sought for, in having the excellent things for which he had spent money and labour, receive the commendation he thought due to them. I did all I could to make up for the deficiencies of others; but after two or three dozen of black bottles had been brought up from the cellar, which was believed to be the best of the country, opened, delicately sipped, and put away as not to be tasted, the only advice he obtained was, “ Change your cellar."

I was very near getting angry at all this, when the question was asked me, “What do you think that thing covered up there on the table is ?

I thought a little, and then recollecting that a betrothal had lately taken place in the family, I said, “Perhaps a bride's-cake.”

“A bride's-cake! now, I think itis a steam-boat.” “Our ideas are entirely dissimilar."

“What do you thinkitis," asked the distinguished foreigner, turning to his right hand. “I think you have seen it before.”

“Yes, I was here six months ago, and saw it then. I agree with your conjecture.”

Conjectures were ended by the advance of an old toast-master from the end of the table; holding a glass of wine in his hand, he stood opposite to our host, and began a speech. I concluded naturally, that its object was to announce the arrival in their country of the great man at the head of the table, to set forth his praise, and drink his health. But when the whole company rose up, up rose that great man also, holding his glass ready, and prepared to do honour to the toast ; his face was perfectly composed, yet I was sure the tears were in his eyes.

“He is going to drink his own health !” Ithought to myself, but, at the moment, the toast-master uttered the name of Herr Y., and with a tragic air, extending his hand, snatched off the muslin

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