in a metropolitan town, where the supply is plentiful, even there has a charm; requiring, however, that the subscribed and customary rules of society be attended to-such as a proper introduction, and knowing who you are, and where you come from. In the party at Kaffiord there were individuals qualified in every way to figure in any society, from the various accomplishments possessed by many of the persons present. We were in latitude 70°, or very near to it; one of the highest latitudes in which civilized man is found congregated together for that social enjoyment, which turned out to be as high up in the scale as any to be found even in a metropolitan town, and that in one of the most thinly-populated countries in the world. I was then in the midst of them-a perfect stranger and unintroduced. I was treated with as much courtesy and kindness as if I had been the guest of some renowned and wealthy country squire in England. When I thought on the thinly-peopled country, affording only occasional accommodation to the traveller; of there being no inn to go to; of my having no introduction to present to them; of the many rare, and peculiar, and interesting features of the people; when I beheld the sun at midnight; when I remembered that most of the nations of Europe had a representative present; and above all, when I was invited to spend a month with them, without making any remuneration whatever-it was then that I felt that the mental eye would glance back through the many dark mists of life, to that fair spot on the Norwegian coast, lit up with the midnight sun, as one of those events in time-never, never to be forgotten.

There are events in life that are treasured up in the memory in such a manner that they rise up high as the Alps to the natural eye, with their loftiest peaks lit up by the glorious light of Heaven, there

to reflect those majestic pictures upon the tablet of the memory as long as time endures. These are the great events of time, bring they weal or woe, to produce fruit in after life, and, perhaps, not to be forgotten throughout eternity. These are fresh starting points in which the traveller bounds onward through the vale of time, be that what it may, with redoubled energy. This is the stimulus with which the mind is ever actively imbued: but for those deep impressioned spots it might have sunk under the heavy weight of fortunes lost, hope blighted, faithless friends, and departed worthies. It is in these sunlit moments of our existence that the Deity has spoken to us through his natural world in tones of anger or of pity, and whose echo is still heard through the many years that are past, loudly appealing to the mental tympanum.

It is upon such an occasion as this, when the traveller is surrounded by his fellow-men from distant parts of the world, that a true cosmopolitan feeling either receives its first impression, or very frequently becomes permanently strengthened, so as to become a leading feature of the traveller in after life. It is then that he feels powerfully impressed upon him the beautiful passage of scripture that "God has made of one blood all the nations of the earth;" and when the heart is wrought upon, and its sympathies become deeply aroused to participate and enjoy all the various charms which characterise man, as he stands associated with his fellow-men. It is here that the traveller shakes off his prejudices contracted in the narrow sphere of his birthplace, and forgets for a moment all the sacred ties of his native home and land, from having met with the kindness of a brother in the person of a foreigner. It is here that he becomes a true citizen of the world, feeling assured that

there are men as good as himself to be found in every country, and that there are countries from which he may gather something fresh and new, that might be imported, with great advantage, into his own either as an article of commerce, or perhaps a new principle calculated to improve the social and moral condition of his native land. It is here that the Christian philosopher feels that life is truly but a journey that this rugged, and earthly, and temporary career, is but the dawning of another-a better and a permanent resting-place, to which he is rapidly advancing; where he will meet with friends that will never deceive him, acquaintance that will never cheat him, and from whom he will never be separated; a sun that never sets, a day that never ends; and there to be associated with those choice spirits who have nobly fought the battle of life, and gained their unfading laurels, and who have come off more than conquerors through the blood of the Lamb.

When I quitted this scene in Lapland, and got on board the steamer, I watched the place with an eye dimmed with a tear, a thing at that time as unusual as snow in June. It had wrought a change in the feelings, I had neither anticipated nor believed in it. Such is the effect of travel.

CHAPTER VII.

Travelling in Norway-Free Pursuit of Game-Norwegian Carriole-Cheap Travelling-Rarity of Meat-Method of Posting-How to Travel without Speaking-A Double Mistake-Mountain Roads-Narrow Escape from a Fearful Death-Norwegian Country Feast-A Night of Anxiety -Another Mistake.

AFTER quitting Kaffiord, in Lapland, I disembarked at Drontheim, where I sojourned for a few days, and afterwards determined to take a journey of many hundred miles by land to Christiana, the capital of Norway. At Drontheim I fell in with an English military gentleman, who informed me that he had no knowledge of the language of the country, and who, to travel with comfort and enjoyment, had hired a servant who was acquainted with the language, but having a dispute with him, he had sent him about his business. This gentleman amused me much about the loss of his servant. I consoled him as well as I could, by advising him to be quite independent of every species of servant, and recommended him strongly to adopt the plan I was about to pursue, that of travelling perfectly alone, although I was totally unacquainted with the language of the country. He, however, would not take my advice, and I believe set out in search of another plague of a servant, most likely soon to turn out refractory, and in due time to be dismissed like the former. This gentleman seemed to possess that unhappy disposition which was little calculated to make him comfortable either when travelling, or in any other position of life.

The travelling in Norway is of such a character as to merit a short description, in order to prepare my reader, should he ever have the treat afforded him of visiting that singularly interesting country. The towns that lie scattered along its romantic coast have all their communications by sea. For its accomplishment, an admirable steamer is provided by the Government, commanded by an experienced officer of the Norwegian navy. The attention and accommodation that I received from all on board, but more especially from the captain, I shall ever remember with deep gratitude. The captain who commanded at the time that I made the voyage was an extremely kind and gentlemanly man; his attention to me was unbounded. Very frequently-nay, I may say invariably-did it happen, that to whatever private house he paid a visit I joined him, and received the same hospitality and cordial reception that was tendered to himself. We made two or three shooting excursions together, on which occasions he would frequently eulogize not only English guns, but English sportsmen; and as the height of his ambition was to possess an English gun, I promised him on my return to do my_best to procure him one.

Before entering upon the travelling of Norway, as I have alluded to guns and shooting, I may here apprise the reader of two or three particulars in connexion with that subject. At the time that I was a visitor to that interesting country, no certificate was required, and in many parts of the country no permission was necessary to go in quest of game.

The steamer remained a short time at Tromsoe to land passengers. I borrowed a gun, and sallied from a town containing a considerable population for Norway, and within half a mile of the town was firing away at the ptarmagan without per