absence from the bedchamber of Isaac much longer than it appeared to him, and the bell now rung with a fury that acted upon the mind of Lucy, and the nerves of Joseph, as a powerful corroboration of their master's madness; so they both hastened to his chamber, to assist each other, should it be necessary, in preventing him doing any harm.

"Wait there, Lucy, and come in if I need you," said Joseph in a whisper to Lucy, outside the chamber-door, "but dinna gang awa, for wha kens what ill he may do himsel'." "What has kept you, sir?" demanded the Magistrate, when he saw Joseph.

"I've been looking for him, sir; but he's no there, and I can positively assure you that there is no body in the house at the present time, forbye the girl, and mysel', and your honour," replied Joseph.

"To whom do you allude?" asked the Magistrate. "To the messenger that you were inquiring for. Ye canna ha'e forgotten yoursel' so far as that.'

"What messenger?"

"Mercy on us a'! Surely your honour's no gaun to lose your mind and your memory too. Recollect yoursel' a minute, and see if you canna remember bidding me go to the library, and fetch ye a messenger, to enterteen you," stammered forth Joseph, anxious to recall, if possible, what he conceived to be the last rays of the departing mind of the Magistrate.

"Massinger! Philip, Massinger!" repeated the Magistrate, with an emphasis that would have confounded a man of stronger intellectual command than Joseph.

"Weel, weel, said Joseph; " messenger, or massenger, it's a' the same thing; I tell ye he's no there, and that's an end o't."

"Oh, no, no, no!" cried Joseph, "I never read a play buke a' my life, and I'm ower auld to begin noo. We ha'e no such bukes in Scotland, if ye except the Gentle Shepherd, by the auld wig-maker in Edinburgh, but which, when a's dune, is no so muckle a play as a bit o' real nature hersel'."

"Would ye read me some passages from Milton then, Joseph? You can have no objection to him, seeing it was of Paradise that he sung."

"I have no objections," returned Joseph, with a hem, "but with your honour's leave I would rather read ye a bit o' the Pilgrim's Progress; which, in my humble opinion, is easier understood."

"No, no, no," returned the Magistrate, hastily, and Milton was desired to be put into Joseph's hands.

CHAPTER XXIV.

MIXED EVENTS.

"Shut the book, for Mercy's sake, shut the book, Joseph, and go and look after your cabbages," said the Magistrate to Joseph, before he had proceeded thirty lines with the Paradise Lost. Indeed, it must be confessed that the elocution of that individual was by no means calculated to please an English educated ear with musical cadences; and although the Gardener might plume himself upon the full sonorous tones of his voice and the strength of the lungs that supported it, yet, having no appreciation of the verse of Milton, and scarcely a comprehension of his subject, he read

as he would have walked over a plain without elevation or depression, at the same time considering the marks of punctuation as so many little stones in the way that were to be passed unheeded by.

If his election to the office of reader to the Magistrate was displeasing to Joseph, the sudden and unceremonious interruption he had received was not less so. He closed the book, however, with an alacrity that showed his heart was very little in his subject, whilst he could not help muttering to himself a criticism not at all favourable to the verse of the great epic of " the old man eloquent" and blind. The sound fell upon the acute sense of the Magistrate, who, nervously alive to every breath which carried the intonation of a human voice, asked what "he had said?"

"Only, "said Joseph," that the Psalms o' Dawvid had mair grace in them and far mair sense than such stuff as that." "That is a point that I will not dispute with you, Joseph; as, however, I wish to be alone, I will call you when I want you." The manner in which this dismissal was spoken carried balm to the wounded spirit of Joseph, who was not sorry at being allowed to retreat from the thankless office of which he had held such a brief tenure.

Whilst these little scenes were being enacted within the walls of Willowbranch, Adela was threading the mazes of the forest alone, her bosom a prey to a thousand conflicting emotions. The painful position in which she was placed by the insane ambition of her father, in a manner forcing her, against every inclination of her heart, to court the addresses of a person on whom she could never bestow her affection, was to her a source of the deepest sorrow, whilst her relationship to Dorrington had already assumed such a tangible form, that it seemed almost impossible to her to escape from the perplexity in which she was involved. It was these and kindred thoughts to these, that were engrossing the whole of her mind when she discovered Oliver, whose meeting with her we have already described as being so distressing to Fanny, who had beheld it from the back of her pony, Rambler. The same meeting we have already intimated was observed by Dorrington; whilst the feelings of Fanny were roused to indignation prompting a desire for revenge, those of Dorrington assumed a tone of disappointment and sadness. He walked home to Boxingwood in a state of great dejection. "Frailty, thy name is woman," truly said he to himself, quoting Hamlet; "else how could such a creature as Adela play the double part she is now doing by accepting my attentions and yet throwing herself into the arms of another. Would that I had never seen her! Would that I knew her not! that I was a stranger to that sweet voice, and those beautiful speaking eyes in which so much intelligence exists!" So ran the thoughts of Dorrington, and all that was amiable, constant, and true in his own nature received a shock that would have driven a less patient and philosophical spirit from the neighbourhood of Willowbranch

for ever.

Long before he had returned to Boxingwood the news of the scenes which had taken place in the justice room of Willowbranch had arrived. He heard of them with amazement, and could not help suspecting some mysterious connection between the Magistrate and Drift Daggs, all the more probable, he thought, from what he had elicited from the seaman during the short time he accidentally conversed with him on Sunday. The report that the Justice was dead he could not believe, especially as he had seen Adela since the time at which that rumoured event must have happened; but as it was, everywhere, declared that he had been seized with a dreadful fit, and that he was very ill, he conceived it to be his duty to write a note of condolence and expressive of his sorrow for what had happened, concluding with a prayer for his speedy recovery. A special messenger was selected to be the bearer of this missive, in which Dorrington would fain have inquired for Miss Ilbert, but when he thought of the position in which he had seen her, but an hour or two ago, he could not write her name, however large a portion of his mind was occupied by it.

To the privacy of his own room, he now betook himself, and passed the remainder of the day in reading, and writing up his diary. We know of nothing equal to pen, ink, and paper, for relieving the mind of any trouble, if it be of an emotional rather than a material kind. You can pour forth your feelings with such an uninterrupted flow, that either sorrow or anger may easily be exhausted, or, at all events, considerably lessened by finding an utterance through the silent instrumentality of the pen. You may fret, weep, or scold, without any one seeing or hearing you; the sweep of a sigh may cross the immaculate sheet, a tear may blur its soft and beautiful surface, or an epithet of wrath be breathed over it, and yet no one be the wiser, so secret and excellent a thing is it to employ the pen in giving way to your emotions. How often have we done it; which looks very like confessing to the weaknesses of our own nature, but for which we care nothing, provided we can induce others to adopt our plan: and Dorrington felt it on the present occasion, the truest, the quietest, and the most consoling physician he could have called in to allay the anguish which held a revel within the dominion of his own breast.

When his letter of condolence arrived at Willowbranch, Adela was at home; and her father was so well that he arose, once more, and felt himself sufficiently able to enter the library; in which, whether ill or well, he passed the greater part of his time. The sleep with which he had been visited had greatly refreshed him, and he appeared to have forgotten the conversation he had held with Adela, as he perused the sentiments of Dorrington, upon whom he had scarcely passed a thought since he saw him.

"This is from that young gentleman, Adela,- your friend Mr. Ainslie," said he, handing her the letter.

Must we confess that a flutter disturbed the regularity of the pulsations of Miss Ilbert's heart,-that she almost trembled as she took the communication from her father's hand, as the glow of an Autumnal sunset suffused her cheek with the brightest roses that ever bloomed and beautified a human countenance. Her eyes almost became alive with emotion as she perused the lines, which seemed to swim before her and defy the sense which gazed upon their characters without the power of deciphering them. At length she accomplished the perusal, when her father observed that it was "kind of the young man.”

Adela answered by a simple affirmative.

"We ought to show him some slight attentions whilst he is in the neighbourhood," continued her father, "and, now that I think of it, is the messenger who brought his letter gone?"

Adela walked to the window which commanded a view of the park and the avenue, and seeing that person proceeding back on his way to Boxingwood, told her father, who gave orders for him to return and wait a little.

"Write, Adela, yourself," said he, "an answer to this letter, stating that I am better, and that we shall be happy of a visit from Mr. Ainslie, at Willowbranch, when he can make it convenient."

Had it been to any other person that this communication was to be made by Adela, how easily would she have done it; but when it was to be made to Dorrington, it became something like one of the most difficult performances which was ever assigned to a lady's pen. After destroying several sheets of paper, and renewing her pen with the destruction of each sheet, she perfected a note, which she made as short as possible, yet, at the same time, breathing some of the affectionate warmth of her nature, for she could not resist the temptation to state in a postscript that "she, herself, would feel highly gratified to see him early." When business was done, and the messenger despatched, she looked forward to its reception by Dorrington in a happier frame of mind than she had felt amid the various conflicting incidents of that day; and sat down by the library fire to pass the evening in reading to her father portions from his favourite authors. It was about nine o'clock in the evening when Dorrington received the unexpected answer to his note, the superscrip

tion of which he examined, read, and admired, over and over again before he broke the seal, which bore the impress of a dove on the wing, with a letter in its bill. This common device had been used by Adela without the slightest design, but it carried to the soul of Dorrington a thousand dreams of enchantment, notwithstanding the recent scene in which he saw her engaged with Oliver. He preserved this innocent emblem, yet opened the note, and ere he read it, looked at its signature and saw it was Adela's. O, rapture! What a transporting sensation thrilled his bosom! Why did the delightful name dance before his sight, and why did he make three or four turns up and down his room, with his eyes fixed on vacancy, his hand with the note involuntarily pressed against his bosom and his whole mind absorbed in the ideal perfection of this girl of his soul? O, Love, thou cruelest, kindest, wildest, dreamiest, of passions, into what a phantasmagoria canst thou transform the mind, when roused into activity by the power of thy inspirations!

In another hour after the receipt of this transporting note, Dorrington was snugly immured within the warmth of the sheets; but had sleep been an obligation upon which his honour or existence depended, he would have been innocent of it, for several hours more, and even then he could not compose himself, but tossed about as if he was afflicted with a raging fever. At length he lost himself, but before the first streak of dawn he rose, and walked forth to allay his excitement, and enjoy the first breath of the morning's tranquillity. He had not gone far through the village, when he met a countryman, who informed him of the events which had taken place at the Bardle Bight; and where a terrible fight was still going on, he said, between some smugglers and the Revenue officers. Thither Dorrington determined to proceed, and hastened towards the spot, pleasing himself with the idea that if his interposition might not be the means of preventing bloodshed, otherwise he might do some good to those who might have fallen in the contest.

In this mood he pursued his walk along the top of the cliffs, marking the gradually breaking day, as it began more and more to develop itself in lines of gold, along the edge of the castern horizon. In a short time he arrived at the Bardle Bight, but there was no one there. He began, however, to examine with considerable interest, the confused traces of the conflict that had taken place. From spot to spot he marked the footsteps of various parties, until he came to a commanding position, whence his eye might wander uninterruptedly over the expansive ocean, restlessly rolling | the foaming plumage of its billows over the long sweep of the beach. Here his view embraced a multitude of objects, confused and indistinct in their shapes, but as the light gradually became stronger and stronger, their lines became more and more sharply defined and perfectly determined to the eye. "What do I behold?" he involuntarily exclaimed, as he descried half reclining against a rock, which the waves were already lashing with their foam, the forms of two human beings, apparently the victims of shipwreck, and washed ashore by the influx of the tide. He flew towards them with all the speed he could command, to render such assistance as was in his power; and in a few minutes might be seen bearing in his arms the fragile form of a female, up from the sea, whilst the loose and disordered covering of her dress floated, like a banner, in the morning breeze, as she herself hung rather than sat in the arms which enclasped her. "Save Oliver!' she exclaimed, with a half unconscious and bewildered gaze, as Dorrington laid her safely down in a slight recess among the cliffs.

(To be continued in our next.)

THE REWARD OF COURAGE.-A number of gentlemen waited upon Miss Blamires last week, and presented her with an elegant silver cream-jug, engraved with the following inscription: "Presented to Miss Blamires, of Great Horton, near Bradford, Yorkshire, in high appreciation of her courageous and heroic conduct in repelling burglars from her father's house on the 21st of December, 1856.'

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THE TIMES.

WRECKS IN JANUARY.-Two hundred and eighty-six vessels were wrecked during the month of January just concluded. WARLIKE APPEARANCES.-According to the Czas, there is some probability of the Russians marching into Central Asia. MURILLO.-It has been determined to erect a monument to Murillo, in Seville, the birthplace of the great Spanish painter. INEBRIATES.-At New York a movement is on foot to establish a hospital for inebriates.

NEW BARON OF EXCHEQUER.-It is positively stated that Mr. Sergeant Byles is to be the new Baron of the Exchequer, in

the room of the late Baron Alderson.

INCOME TAX.-Under Schedule E of the Income-tax Act, 75,092 persons were assessed-of which number, 27,814 were under £150 a year.

FRENCH FLEET FOR CHINA.-Orders, it is said, have been despatched to Toulon for the immediate departure of a fleet for

China.

THE RUSSIANS AND TURCOMANS.-The Pays announces that another collision has taken place on the frontiers of Persia, between the Russians and the Turcoman tribes.

NEW POSTAL ARRANGEMENT.-By order of the PostmasterGeneral, it is now arranged that all letters returned to that department shall be forwarded to the writers of them on the same day that they are sent to the returned-letter department.

THE OUDE QUESTION.-The rumour that the Oude question is settled by the grant of an hereditary pension is without foundation, the King having distinctly refused the terms offered to him.

RELAXATION OF THE POPE.-It is confidently asserted that the Pope has at last consented to crown the Emperor of France at Rheims in the month of May, and has given the sanction of the Church to the new order of things in France.

DINING IN A VAT.- The West Ham Distillery Company, which has given notice to supply customers this month, will, it is said, initiate its business with a dinner to sixty gentlemen in one of the mighty vats which form a portion of its enormous plant, newly erected at an expense of £30,000.

FIREWORKS ON THE ICE.-The last night of the recent frost was signalized on the Serpentine, in Hyde Park, by a display of fireworks at midnight. A great deal of skating was going on; several women were present; and the whole scene was very remarkable.

AUSTRALIAN GOLD.-It is stated from Melbourne that the last year's produce of gold amounted to 129 tons; and such has been the increase of consumption in the colony that the demand of Australia has reduced the amount of sugar heretofore sent to Great Britain from Mauritius, two-thirds.

PETITIONS. The total number of petitions lodged in the Encumbered Estates Court last year was 4045; total number of conveyances executed, 6496; net rental of estates posted for sale in January, 1857, £8034 4s. 5d.; total number of statute acres posted for sale in ditto, 16,866a. 2r. 3p.; total produce of sales, £19,522,866 17s. 9d.

A YOUNG COMMANDER.-The brig James, of Leith, has been navigated across the Atlantic by a boy of fifteen, assisted only by coloured seamen, her captain and crew having all died of yellow fever at Demerara, with the exception of the lad himself, the cook, and mate. In the course of the voyage the mate fell from the yard, and was killed.

"BIG BEN" OF WESTMINSTER, AND THE BIG CLOCK. 'Big Ben" has been tried for several hours. The four quarter bells are on the point of being cast, and all five will shortly be elevated to the top of the tower. The great clock has also been made; but, owing to a sort of Crimean blunder, it was made before the bells, notwithstanding that the Government was advised not to do so; and the result is that the machinery is not strong enough for the bells, and must be altered.

HEALTH OF THE UNITED STATES.-It is shown by the American papers that the grand total value of "real and personal

wealth" of the whole of the United States of America, in 1856, amounted to the sum of 11,317,611,972 dollars, or nearly £3,000,000,000. The population, at the same time, amounted to 26,964,312 souls. The wealthiest States are those of New York, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Georgia, Massachusetts, Kentucky, Ohio, South Carolina, and Tennessee.

MAIL COMMUNICATION WITH IRELAND.-The new mail communication across the Irish Channel, via Milford Haven and Waterford, commenced on Feb. 1, and the mails will leave Neyland on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, the Irish letters crossing from Waterford the same days. The arrangement will allow one day for the answering of correspondence, and will save a considerable time between the south and west of England and Wales and the south of Ireland.

INDIAN ELECTRIC TELEGRAPH. The superintendent of electric telegraphs in India, Capt. Stewart, has arrived at Madras. His visit is connected with the extension of the line to

Ceylon, and the erection of a new line by the way of Pondicherry to Calcutta. Sanction has been accorded for the erection of four thousand miles of new lines of electric telegraph throughout India. These include the two above noted, in addition to which there is to be a line from Kurrachee to the Punjaub. The line to Hyderabad will be completed this month; it is ready as far as Kurool, and will shortly be open to the public.

ROBSON AND REDPATH IN NEWGATE.-The Observer denies that Robson has been out of his mind, but says that he is subject to effusion of blood on the brain, and that on one occasion he had a fit. Redpath, on first entering the prison, objected to do the usual work, thinking it absurd that a gentleman such as he should be compelled to perform menial offices; but he was soon made to understand that Newgate recognizes no distinction of class. He and Robson sometimes see each other, but are never allowed to have any conversation.

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GEOGRAPHICAL AND NATIONAL NOTES. HOULD the war with Persia become like the war in the Crimea, we may expect to be introduced, from time to time, to a knowledge of places of which we have hitherto known very little. Accordingly we will, as opportunities occur, record, under the above heading, notices of different countries and places with the manners and customs of their peoples, believing this to be a feature at all times calculated to give pleasure, whilst it must help to extend the information of the younger members of family circles.

PERSIA.

THE ISLAND OF KARAK.

This island, the Icarus of Arrian, was occupied by British troops on the 4th of December last, and is situate in the Persian Gulf, lat. 29 deg. 13 min. N., long. 50 deg. 21 min. E., thirty-five miles N.W. of Bushire. It has an area of twelve or thirteen square miles, with a population of about 300 or 400. It affords a safe anchorage at all seasons, particularly during the severe gales which blow from the N.W., and are the prevailing winds in this sea. The greater part of the island is so rocky, that little use can be made of it; but the east side, being somewhat lower than the other parts, is capable of being cultivated. It has abundance of water. The inhabitants gain a livelihood by gardening and fishing, and manufacture a small quantity of common cloth for their own consumption. The island of Corgo, lying about a mile and a quarter, or two miles north of Karak, contains about two square miles, and is of a light sandy soil. It has also plenty of water, but not of so good a quality as that of Karak, and although not inhabited at present, it is Capable of being cultivated, and will produce both wheat and barley during the rainy seasons. Pearls of a superior colour and description are fished around the coasts of both islands. The Dutch, after having been obliged to abandon their factory at Bussorah, founded an establishment at Karak in 1748. They were, however, driven from it by the Arabs about 1765. Karak was subsequently occupied by the Persians, and in 1807, for a short period, by the French. During our recent disagreement with the Shah of Persia, the British resident, previously stationed at Bushire, removed thither, and the island was taken possession of by an English force in 1839. Its acquisition will give us the complete command of the Persian Gulf, and will be also serviceable from its affording a secure anchorage for our ships and a station where they may water and refit.

BUSHIRE.

Bushire surrendered on the 9th December last, after four hours' firing from the British fleet, without a single casualty to them. It is on the coast of Fars (120 miles W.S.W. of Shiraz), and is the principal seaport of Persia. Its trade is considerable, the merchants there supplying the greater part of Persia with Indian and European commodities, for which silk and bullion are the principal returns. Ships from all parts of India thus visit Bushire, and as many as fourteen merchant vessels may be seen in its haven at one time. The town is situated on the extremity of a sandy peninsula, and contains about 600 houses, and about 400 Cajan huts, with two mosques, a few baths, a caravanserai, and one Armenian church. The population in 1828 was estimated at 20,000 individuals, but in 1831 that dreadful scourge, the plague, raged with such violence that in the space of two months more than one-third of the inhabitants were carried off by it. The town of Bushire, viewed from the anchorage, has rather an imposing appearance, the square buildings erected on the tops of the houses for the purpose of conveying the wind into the apartments below, during the hot weather, appearing like so many minarets or towers. The houses are principally built of sandstone, which makes the place look white and clean, but immediately on landing this entirely vanishes, and it is seen to be both mean and dirty. The houses are flat roofed, two stories in height, and form streets only six or seven feet wide. The town is bounded on the land side by a high wall, nearly a mile in length, flanked at every two hundred yards by a round tower with loopholes for musketry. It was governed in 1828 by a sheikh named Abdool Russool; he was a despotic tyrant, and guilty of every kind of excess and cruelty towards his subjects. For the most trivial offence he would order the offenders' eyes to be put out, or their tongues or ears to be cut off, and in some cases, they were even blown from a gun. He was so feared that the inhabitants trembled at his approach; but in 1832, he was assassinated in the desert, whilst returning from Shiraz, where he had been staying during the virulence of the plague, the assassin being supposed to have been hired by the Prince of Shiraz, with whom he was at enmity. His son has since taken the reins of government. The late sheikh of Bushire built a new palace about the centre of the town. This edifice is large and commodious, some of the sitting rooms being fitted up with an unrivalled degree of Eastern splendour and elegance. The East India Company has a Resident at Bushire, who superintends all the political affairs in the Persian Gulf, and endeavours to preserve peace among the different tribes. The Resident was treated by the late sheikh with every mark of respect, and was looked to by the natives as in some manner their guardian from his tyrannical conduct. The bazaar is large, and well supplied with almost every kind of article; it is close to the landing place. Fruit may be obtained here in great quantities all the year round; it is brought chiefly from Shiraz. In the hot season water melons are procured, large and of delightful flavour; the grapes are of the finest quality, and the peaches, plums, apricots, and other fruits are good; in the cold season oranges are also abundant, with apples, pears, and pome granates, and several kinds of dried fruits are to be obtained. Bushire is famous for the fineness of its poultry. Fowls are very large, sometimes nearly equal in weight to a moderate sized turkey. The mutton is also well flavoured, though the sheep are rather small; they have immense tails like those on other parts of the coast, and are brought chiefly from the interior. The country in the neighbourhood of Bushire is barren and uncultivated.

PERSIANS IN PARIS.

Feruk Khan, the Persian Ambassador is at present in Paris. The house in the Avenue Montaigne, where he lives, is not very large, and people wonder where room can be found to stow away all his suite. The fact is, that Persians even of high rank, do not require so much furniture or so

much house room as Europeans do. A good carpet and a few square feet of flooring is all they want. Many of the attachés of the embassy have no regular beds, but sleep upon a simple cushion, which is to them a luxurious shakedown. As for the servants, they despise chairs and sit upon the floor, tailor fashion, to take their meals. They sleep upon the floor wrapped up in their cloaks. Among the presents which Feruk Khan has brought for the Emperor and Empress are some magnificent pearls from the Persian Gulf,

and some of the famous otto of roses, called in Persia Zeuna, ladies use this precious perfume to give a roseate tint to their and in scientific dictionaries Lauzonia inermis. The Persian nails and eyebrows.

AMERICA.

CENTRAL AMERICA.

The population of the vast territory of Central America is at present only about 2,000,000. Its capacity with a population about as dense as Massachusetts would be about or nearly 20,000,000, or as dense as Belgium not far from 50,000,000. It has a situation unsurpassed by any portion of the world, not excepting Great Britain, for commercial purposes. Forming, by a narrow isthmus, a separation between the great seas which constitute the field of navigation and comprise the theatre of foreign commerce for the globe, and being very nearly central in latitude between the poles, it is, in fact, commercially, the centre of the American world. It is naturally the market overt for all human traffic. Its narrow extent from sea to sea places the ports of the Atlantic and Pacific within one day's run by railroad from each other. There are, at this time, but two routes of transit, one at the Bay of Panama, in the extreme South, beyond the territory of these States, by railroad, and one across Nicaragua by river and lake, with a portage of 15 miles, from San Juan del Nort, on the Atlantic, to San Juan del Sud, on the Pacific. Two others are about to be constructed-viz,, one in Honduras, consisting of a railroad extending from Puerto de Caballos, on the Atlantic coast, to San Lorenzo or Amapalla, on the Pacific in the Bay of Fonseca, distance 160 miles, which, we understand is to be commenced the ensuing spring. The other at the Isthmus of Tehuantepec, in Mexico, which is already commenced. Both of these new routes will probably be open for passengers and freight within two years. which is the third named has, in the opinion of Mr. Squier, advantages over all others. It has excellent ports at each end of the route, a most important element, which is wanting at Tehuantepec. This last route is 30 or 40 miles longer than that of Honduras. The Bay of Fonseca is one of the finest, most capacious, and most commodious on the whole Pacific coast. It should have a resident consular officer of the United States, even though the railroad should not be made. This, however, is sure to be done without delay. In addition to the advantage of commercial situation, Central America has, for the most part, a salubrious climate and a soil of exuberant fertility, producing all tropical fruits in excess, and a crop of Indian corn each three months throughout the year.

PETER PRY'S CORNER.

That