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(which is of the most rude description) is only opened every 
morning from sunrise to about ten, to let the rafts of timber and 
floats of merchandise through ; any that arrive after ten o'clock 
in the morning have to wait until the next day, which is a 
great hindrance to the navigation. 
The Hungarian butchers are rather a rude sample as com- 
pared with those of England. I do not know how they kill their 
cattle, but they do not half bleed them. They dress the meat 
badly, and their mode of cutting up is disgusting ; they use 
nothing but an axe, with which they chop it up into such sized 
pieces as their customers require. They are good cooks, and if 
the meat Avas nicely killed and dressed by the butcher it could 
not but add to the goodness of the food, as well as save some of 
the sauces that they flavour their various dishes with. 
I met with great kindness and hospitality from the Hunga- 
rians ; in fact, they appeared as if watching for opportunities to 
do me a kindness or service. 
I returned to Vienna by the same route as far as Pesth ; from 
whence I went up the Danube in a steamboat, from which I 
could not see much of the cultivation. There is some beautiful 
scenery, and the clear water of this river, as compared with the 
thick muddy stream of the Tessis, was enlivening. All along 
the slopes facing the south is growing the gladdening vine, 
whilst the opposite sides are clad with shaggy woods, which 
also clothe the upper summits on the south, giving life and 
beauty to the scene. In many parts the rugged rocks rise above 
the trees in romantic turrets of striking beauty. 
After I had seen Baron von Haynau, and settled our business 
at Vienna, I was introduced to Mr. Haswell, the intelligent and 
talented manager of the railway-engine and carriage manufactory 
at Vienna: he is a native of Glasgow, which may be proud of 
her son. These are tlie second largest works of the kind on the 
Continent, and are second to none in arrangement and discipline. 
Mr. Haswell kindly introduced me to Mr. Smallbones, of Deutsch 
Kreutz, near Odenburg, in Hungary, consulting agent to Prince 
Esterhazy, under whom he occupies an extensive farm, which is 
a model of what can be done by English ingenuity, industry, 
and perseverance. Mr. Smallbones is highly thought of in Hun- 
gary by both rich and poor. By invitation I Avent down from 
Vienna to visit his farm in Hungary, which gave me much gra- 
tification, convincing me that the views I had taken of the pro- 
ductive powers of the soil of that ill-cultivated country Avere 
sound and correct. jNIr. Smallbones' farm is upAvards of tweh'e 
hundred acres English, all in tillage; he has likeAA'ise extensiA'e 
rights of pasturage upon the neighbouring plains. The country 
all around Odenburg is slightly hilly, with mountains in the 
