BY QUIET WATERS. 



JUST as some mysterious impulse stirs the swift, 

 who has spent his brief summer in these northern 

 latitudes, to leave our shores in August, and journey 

 southward to the far Soudan, so at the same season 

 the old restless spirit impels the roving Englishman to 

 look out his maps, and his Murray or his Baedeker, 

 and join the outgoing stream of his wandering 

 countrymen. 



To one man the beaten track, the comforts of 

 civilization, and the charms of society are indispensable 

 elements in the contemplated journey. 



Another hastens to lose himself among new scenes 

 and unfamiliar manners ; he loves to get away from 

 the sound of English speech, and as far as possible 

 beyond the range of the telegraph and the post- 

 office. 



To accomplish these ends men will cheerfully 

 undergo severe privations ; will face hunger and hard- 

 ship among Alpine snows ; will live for weeks upon 



