220 Voyage of the Novara. 



While taking an evening stroll, we passed a well-lighted 

 Reformed Dutch Church, from the interior of which the 

 devotional tones of a pious Christian congregation floating 

 through the night air, died away among the mountains. 



Singular to say, the small, and, one would think, essentially 

 prosaic and practical little town of Wellington boasts a quack 

 doctor, named Brabna, whom the common people, far and 

 near, come to consult, more, one would imagine, to be relieved 

 of their money than their ailment^. 



The route to Worcester, whither we set out the following 



PAINli a liLOKF AS IT WAS. 



