and flatteries, offered equally to her beauty and her talent, and admirably calculated to turn the head of any young woman. That her head remained unturned by all this adulation may fairly be considered as a conclusive proof of the natural simplicity and goodness of her character.

But all this time, the matrimonial prospects of the favorite of Parisian saloons were prospects only. Numerous suitors had, of course, presented themselves; but although many of them, not content with urging their claims in Paris, persisted in following the object of their admiration whenever she attempted to rusticate in the little country house possessed by Madame Gay amidst the woods of Villiers-sur-Orge, none of them seemed destined to carry off the prize. It is said that the golden-haired "Muse," whose ambition may possibly have been stimulated by the brilliant matrimonial alliance which had fallen to the lot of her sister, would fain have secured a coronet in choosing a husband; but, for some time, no coronetted suitor was forthcoming. At length, however, Baron de la G- placed himself on the list of her adorers; the fair Delphine consented to accord him her hand.

Unfortunately for her daughter, Madame Gay was accustomed to exercise almost as little control over her actions as over her tongue. Still remarkably handsome, possessing unbounded animal spirits, and passionately fond of amusement, she allowed herself very considerable licence both in conduct and in behaviour; and occasionally indulged in escapades which, though they would probably have been considered charming a couple of hundred years ago, were more severely judged by her contemporaries. Baron de la G- -, though exceedingly in love with his fiancée, was not unnaturally annoyed at the undignified bearing of his mother-in-law elect; and the latter having, at a grand soirée given by Gérard, startled a couple of hundred guests from their propriety, by dancing into the aristocratic saloons of the popular and distinguished painter, singing a foolish song which happened just then to be a favorite with the gamins of Paris, and executing meanwhile the most capricious chorographic divertissemens, the Baron at once demanded his release from an engagement which he no longer considered it possible to fulfil. Baron de la G- having thus withdrawn from the field, M. Emile de Girardin, then a young man without friends or fortune, but already noted for his talent, and regarded as one who was sure to make his way in the world, took the position so abruptly abandoned by the Baron. He was accepted by the fair Delphine, and the marriage took place in 1831.

(To be continued.)

III.-ALGIERS.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS.

IF any enterprising English lady or gentleman wishes to see another quarter of the globe in addition to their own Europe before they die; if they wish to get out of Christendom; if they wish to see strange beasts, strange plants, and new races; if they wish to ride on camels, to eat porcupine and wild boar; in fact, to be put down without much trouble and no danger in a perfectly new world, there is only one place within seventy-eight hours of travelling from London which will answer this purpose.

The quickest way of getting out of Europe is to take rail from London to Paris, which is twelve hours; from Paris to Marseilles, which is eighteen hours; and steam-boat from Marseilles to Algiers, forty-eight hours; which is a total of seventy-eight hours' travelling; of course the journey can be made as long as the traveller likes by stopping to rest on the road; but a night's rest at Paris and a night's rest at Marseilles are generally enough for most travellers. Then in four or five days you are in Africa, in ancient Numidia, in Barbary, in Algeria, in the country of the Carthaginians, the Romans, the Moors, the Arabs, the Turks, the Kabyles, the Negroes, and “the land rats and water rats, land thieves and water thieves"—I mean pirates.

The best time for the English to go to Algiers is in the early winter; October is too hot. If you take our advice, and go next winter, you will probably arrive, as we did, on a fiery hot day in November, and be sick and disgusted with everything whilst waiting in the port and going through the horrors of landing; but have patience, and you will be repaid. Even on deck, as we sat under the shade of a great umbrella, which sheltered us from the dazzling sun and the dazzling sea, we began to open our eyes with wonder, and to forget the miseries of the voyage. There, close to us, rose the town, a mass of white walls against a black-blue sky, for it seemed almost black, so deep the color and so very white and burning the walls stood up against it. To the right and left of the town, hills extend five or six hundred feet in height, yellow, brown, and grey, dotted with dark olive-trees and whitewashed Moorish and French houses. Beyond the hills to the left, that is to the east, we see a part of the plain of the Metidja, and beyond that the lofty range of the Little Atlas mountains. The deck of our vessel was soon overrun with a crowd of swarthy porters, handsome looking fellows, dressed only in shirts, full Turkish trousers to the knee, and scarlet fezes on their heads, all speaking many words of Arabic, some words of French, and one or two words of English, "Baggage, sare.'

When the traveller is fairly and comfortably installed in his hotel on the Place, whether it is the Hôtel de la Régence or the Hôtel d'Orient, nothing can be more striking and amusing than the motley

and flatteries, offered equally to her beauty and her talent, and admirably calculated to turn the head of any young woman. That her head remained unturned by all this adulation may fairly be considered as a conclusive proof of the natural simplicity and goodness of her character.

But all this time, the matrimonial prospects of the favorite of Parisian saloons were prospects only. Numerous suitors had, of course, presented themselves; but although many of them, not content with urging their claims in Paris, persisted in following the object of their admiration whenever she attempted to rusticate in the little country house possessed by Madame Gay amidst the woods of Villiers-sur-Orge, none of them seemed destined to carry off the prize. It is said that the golden-haired "Muse," whose ambition may possibly have been stimulated by the brilliant matrimonial alliance which had fallen to the lot of her sister, would fain have secured a coronet in choosing a husband; but, for some time, no coronetted suitor was forthcoming. At length, however, Baron de la G- -placed himself on the list of her adorers; the fair Delphine consented to accord him her hand.

Unfortunately for her daughter, Madame Gay was accustomed to exercise almost as little control over her actions as over her tongue. Still remarkably handsome, possessing unbounded animal spirits, and passionately fond of amusement, she allowed herself very considerable licence both in conduct and in behaviour; and occasionally indulged in escapades which, though they would probably have been considered charming a couple of hundred years ago, were more severely judged by her contemporaries. Baron de la G————, though exceedingly in love with his fiancée, was not unnaturally annoyed at the undignified bearing of his mother-in-law elect; and the latter having, at a grand soirée given by Gérard, startled a couple of hundred guests from their propriety, by dancing into the aristocratic saloons of the popular and distinguished painter, singing a foolish song which happened just then to be a favorite with the gamins of Paris, and executing meanwhile the most capricious chorographic divertissemens, the Baron at once demanded his release from an engagement which he no longer considered it possible to fulfil. Baron de la G- having thus withdrawn from the field, M. Emile de Girardin, then a young man without friends or fortune, b already noted for his talent, and regarded as one who was sur make his way in the world, took the position so abruptly al by the Baron. He was accepted by the fair D

marriage took place in 1831.

(To be continued

IF any enterprising English lady or gentleman wishes to see another quarter of the globe in addition to their own Europe before they die; if they wish to get out of Christendom; if they wish to see strange beasts, strange plants, and new races; if they wish to ride on camels, to eat porcupine and wild boar; in fact, to be put down without much trouble and no danger in a perfectly new work. there is only one place within seventy-eight hours of travelling from.. London which will answer this purpose.

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crowd which he will see from his window: there a mass of Arabs, perfect in their national dress, the long classical woollen drapery, white and flowing, the linen head-covering bound round by a fillet of camel's hair cord; their faces, long, handsome, and expressive, their feet bare, and their hands and arms in continual action as they discuss evidently the merits and price of a miserable little white Arab horse, whose tail is dyed red and whose magnificent saddle and bridle seem to our eyes worth twice the price of the beast who bears them. Near them stands a Kabyle, who has taken kindly to French civilization; by his square face, his round head, and his blue eyes, you see at once he is quite a different creature from the Arab his neighbor. The Kabyle has bare legs and gaiters of skins, and what we remark of French civilization is a sack, which he wears as a shirt, ornamented down his broad back by the word "fragile" in red letters, the English of which is "Glass, with care;" a good joke the unconscious mountaineer bears about with him, and it insures him a smiling welcome wherever he goes. Here stand a group of Spanish workmen in blue jackets and trousers, red sashes, and those little hats with tufted plumes which English ladies have adopted so generally for riding; some of these men have very handsome thick scarfs, something like Scotch plaids, but thicker, and of very beautiful colors and patterns. Moorish women all in white glide about like phantoms in the dark streets, mysterious and poetical when we can see nothing or but little of them; but there is one in the broad sunshine who looks like a bundle of dirty clothes, waddling along without form or shape, though we cannot deny but that her black eyes gleaming out from under her white veil are very magnificent, and such as we rarely have seen before, so black, so long and narrow, and such lovely lashes! There is a little bundle, a bundle who appears to be about ten years old, led along by a tall Negress, clothed in one long garment of dark blue cotton from head to feet, leaving her arms bare, which are decorated, as well as her feet, with massive rings of gold. Moors are hurrying backwards and forwards, dressed in many colored costumes, turbans, jackets, sashes, and full trousers. Jewesses, whose dress is a caricature of the classical costume as seen in the British drama, but with very rich embroidery, forming a kind of breastplate. Of course there are French officers in all variety of uniform; and Zouaves, who are the most picturesque of all. The Place and the surrounding buildings are all French; there is nothing Moorish but the mosque, which is very beautiful, and has a lofty square tower decorated with colored tiles. This mosque was built by a Christian architect, a slave; he built it in the form of the cross, and prophesied that some day it should be used as a Christian church, for which blasphemy he was immediately hung by the Dey of Algiers. The interior is very large and plain; the floor of the mosque is covered with thick matting and carpets; all the Moors leave their shoes at the door, so that even when the place is nearly full of Arabs and Moors the silence is most impressive. The men may be seen