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Hoyg's Weekly Instructor,
_Part XXIX. Edinburgh

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'CHES OF A TRIP TO THE CONTINENT,
ITALY, AND EGYPT.

BY EDWI

No. XIN

Men for the Liverpool Standard.)
Naples for Sicily., I visited the Palace
a extraordinary viaduct in its vicinity.
a brief description of these magnificent struc-
hich no stranger should leave Naples without
visiting, I will just give a hint to travellers upon the
subject of companionship, and personal danger from
taking up with strangers that may casually be met wits
en route.
My lift
years-and-a-half's voyage :—first, by the unfeeling cru-
elty of my Bostonian hare-lipped little demon, a very fit
companion for Fenimore Cooper's travelling voyager, the
Ogre ;—secondly, by a Creole, woolly headed, dark souled
arid complexioned, fell-like satyr ;—thirdly, by an Arab,
who was afterwards bastinadoed for insulting the Consul
at -Alexandria. But even these were rare exceptions to
the very many agreeable companions, English, Irish, and
Scotch, I had the pleasure to travel, associate, and since
correspond with. When we visited the tomb of Virgil,
surrounded by wild fig-trees and roses, where we saw a
cowled monk with a face like Dante, and listened to the
rumbling of carriages through the grotto of Posileppo,
like to the roaring of a distant sea,—even here, amidst
these sublime associations, my Yankee chum grudged a
penny to the cicerone 1 Many persons might here ob-
serve, Why travel with so very disagreeable a person ?
My reply is, I have as great a horror as ever Alexander
Selkirk had of being, living, and travelling alone ; and
as we were bound from Rome, vial Naples, to Sicily,
companionship with any creature that spoke one's native
tongue was better than going with nothing heard or spo-

Before leavin

as in danger three time

during my two-

cab from Naples to Cteserta, thirteen miles, together.
Eleven of these miles were traversed through a beautiful
country, and during the two hours my Bostonian friend
only favoured me with a monosyllable of two letters—
" No." Still I consoled myself with the thought, that
Quakers were taciturn ; that he was an original character,
a subject like the " last man", worthy of study ; so I
ejaculated, " Patience, 0 my soul !"
The approach to the Palace Cmserta slightly resembles
that to Hampton Court Palace, near Richmond; but its
colossal lions, four horses, three huge marble figures, and
lofty gates, are.very superior to any of our palaces, except
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marble staff

3111 a vast hall, are very
superb, and, I should think, unequalled in the world.
Over the vast landing-place, a lofty, magnificent dome is
supported by five octagonal groups of fluted marble Co-
rinthian pillars. The saloons and apartments extending
round the vast quadrangle are far superior to those of
Versailles. Gigantic frescoed figure

_ .dorn the walls and
ceilings with exquisite designs of fauns, birds, animals of
every tribe; most beautiful ceilings, decorated by Fias-
chetti with designs of the chace, buntings, fishing, shoot-

el,gant imitations of the chambers at Herculaneum and
Pompeii. The large mirrors, marble figures of Jupiter,
Juno, Mars, Venus, Apollo, &c., were exquisite. The
harmony peryading the whole design, the chapel so gor-
geously decorated, the library in the Etruscan style, the

aeatre, the

,R./1114,11AG uV MOM,. VlllO F01../04.,,, Ul/1.1 tit LLLLL IS ay..-
hundreds of rooms, a wonder of the world of art. One
large saloon, decorated profusely with gold, and elegant,
various-coloured marbles, exhibiting rich emblematical
figures of Justice and Force, was well worthy admiration;
nor were the grounds, the gardens, the preserves of phea-
.

:o Regina, as we

mained long on deck, to watch the fading Vesuvius and
the luminous sparklings and flashings from our paddle-
wheels. A poor little wearied martin took shelter among
the rigging, and attracted much attention by fluttering
round the steamer all the next day, until near the island,
when it flew away like Apollyon, in the Pilgrim's Pro-
gress, and we saw it no more.

Comfortable night's rest, we were
deck by 8 a.m.. '•

the pictures by Mengs, should not be passed too slightly
over. But all this splendour, this magnificence, this one
the chief among five palaces in the Neapolitan dominions,
where, it is truly said, the King has five palaces, with
thousands of gorgeous apartments, at the same time that
two hundred thousand of his subjects have not a blanket
to cover them at night But the ignorance of the people
creates the tyranny and luxury of the monarch. In a
villaze near this superb palace, the women work as brick-

We Proceeded from this luxuriant abode of royalt3
rough a palt

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him.

(From Hogg's Weekly

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T LIE LIV ERPOOL STANDARD.

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ck, to watch the fading Vesuvius and 4 BORES. A GALLOP OVER THE ARCADIAN MOUNTAINS. THE
;hugs and flashings from our paddle- (From the Dublin University Magazine.)
le wearied martin took shelter among (From the Natural History of " Bores," by Angus B. ~ Xanthi," said Spiro, speaking for the first time in a The Court is still at I
ttracted much attention by fluttering Reach.) low, smothered voice. Wight, where the Grand
11 the next day, until near the island, FEMININE BORES—THE BLUE. "I am here, quite alive," said the poor little bride, staying on a visit to Her ]
like Apollyon, in the Pilgrim's Pro- Miss Lucretia Lutestring—well known in the literary who was half bewildered with terror. on Wednesday included
no more. After a dreamy, but not un- circles—is a " wild, impulsive, gushing thing" (see her " Xanthi mou! we must escape ;if we stay here till Brunow, the Earl and Co
rest, we were all promenading the " Ode on Maidenhood ") of forty and some odd years. morning we shall certainly perish." ston, Lord Jocelyn, &c.
,odly, cheerful company. What much Her mission on earth is to " strike the lyre of poesy"—a " Oh, Spiro, thrice beloved ! they may kill me, but I THE QUEEN'S VISIT T
e brilliant transparency of the water ; destiny which she fulfils by covering sheets of highly- will not see you die ;" and the young wife threw her poor Prince Consort intend to sr
tunny species, three or four fathoms scented paper with multitudinous stanzas, traced in light weak arms around him, as though she could have de- Albert yacht, at an early
our steamer, although going at ten blue ink by the gossamer touches of a crow-quill. Miss fended him. their excursion to Scotian(
wonderful velocity and apparent ease. Lucretia Lutestring is something of a fine woman run to " Better to try to escape than wait to be murdered to- jesty will sail round the L
...-o.—._____. seed. She gives her friends to understand that her in- morrow. Listen, Xanthi," continued the young man, coast. She is expected to
RICH MERCHANT. tellect devours her. She is the very focus of consuming unclasping her clinging arms from his neck, "do you have been made for pilotim
MRS. JANE WEAVER. passion, and a species of rendezvous and house-of-call hear that ?" across Caernarvon Bar, 1
for blighted hopes and quenched aspirations. Miss Xanthi listened, and heard on the opposite side of the Her Majesty will thus ap;
rogg's Weekly Instructor.) Lutestring also states that she is " the Sappho of this well a sound like that of a horse champing his bit, and of Liverpool. Her Maje,
northern clime," and has repeatedly affirmed in heroic, pawing the ground from time to time. Isle of Man on Sunday n,
;ht, and the streets were nearly de- elegiac, Spenserian, and other stanzas, that her blood is " That is Effendi, who is there in his stable," said Spiro; gress from the Menai Stra
specially as it was snowing fast. A not blood, but " lava "—a physiological fact, which in- for by this title the villagers spoke of the Aga's favourite stoners of harbours was h
vever, might have been seen wrapped duces us to breathe the sincere hope that the burning horse; " and look, here is the garden-gate close at hand, Gill, of the mail steamer
urging his way against the tempest, torrent may never escape in any species of cutaneous half open—nothing could be so easy as to slip in gently, as pilot on the occasion.
him lamps. Suddenly, as he passed a eruption. Miss Lucretia Lutestring, being by profession and bring him out here." ception of her •Majesty ai
,he figure of a girl started up before a poetess, is much given to contemplating the flies on the "To bring him out here ?" echoed Xanthi, wonderingly. that Earl Grey will be a N
ceiling, rolling her eyes so that her friends dread that " Yes," to bring him out, and mount him, and dash Queen during her Majestl
d she, "If it's only a penny—mother they may one day roll out of their sockets, and likewise through the midst of these infidel murderers, and perhaps fers extremely from sickne
eaten nothing to day." to hitting herself desperate slaps on the forehead—all of be saved after all, light of my eyes !" to be excused, but as ther

which her husband stifled-b.

placing his hand on her 14

" she murmured, in a

" But they would all pursue us
more suppressed tone.
" Well, they would all pursue us ;

but have you never

seen with what wings Effendi flies over the plain when
the Aga rides him ? We shall be mounted before he or
his people find out, they are all so occupied with the Bey's

The young peasant already made a movement to put his
project into execution, for it seemed to the bold-spirited
Mainote not altogether impracticable, to ride at such a
pace towards the mountains as should enable them to
reach their shelter in safety ; but Xanthi clung to his arm—

" Oh, stay, Spira mou! Think what the Aga will say
when he finds we have stolen his horse !"

" Sevseka !" (little fool) said her husband, half laugh-
ing, " and where shall we be to care for his anger ?"
" True ! but then there is always the Panagia! oh, my
husband, what will she think of us if we steal ?"
" Now, Xanthi," said Spiro, angrily ; " I put it to you.
When the Panagia has to judge between a vile, unbeliev-
ing lurk, and a good Christianos, which of the two is she
likely to favour ?"
Xanthi bowed her head in silence, for this seemed very

conclusive; besides, no Greek wife ever dreams of oppos-
ing her husband's authority, and Spiro, rising with deter-
mination, though stealthily, said firmly—

ment I appear. Ido not say it is not a terrible risk, but
anything is better than to wait in this hole to be slaughtered."
He left her side as he spoke, and, shivering with dread,
she watched him by the light of the rising moon as he
crept along beneath the shade of the wall, and disappeared
within the garden of the Aga. He had rightly calculated
that the noise and confusion, caused by the presence of the
illustrious visitor, would enable him to accomplish his
bold theft unperceived, and in a few minutes he returned,
leading out the beautiful animal, ready bridled, as the
Turkish horses always are, day and night. Xanthi in-
stantly stole through the brushwood, and stood by his
side ; but when they prepared to mount, Effendi began
to show his mistrust of their proceedings, by various

capenngs and boundings, quite sufficiently noisy to at-
tract the attention of the soldiers on the opposite side of
the tower ; Spiro instantly threw his arm round the neck

of the grceful Arabian, and began to whisper in his ear
—that strange and unaccountable method by which all
who are acquainted with the secret can tame at once the
most fiery horse in eastern countries ! It produced its
effect instantaneously. Effendi stood quiet as a lamb,
and Spiro vaulted lightly on his back ; he then held out
his hand to Xanthi, who showed her Mainote blood in
the flashing eye and glowing cheek, which proved how
completely her womanish fears had given way before the
excitement of the moment ; placing her little foot on that
of her husband, with one bound she sprung up behind

him, and sat firm as a rock, grasping him round the waist.
Effendi tossed his head at the unwonted burden, and
showed no disposition to move. Stooping down, Spiro
suddenly seized his ear between his teeth, and bit it with
considerable violence. At once stung with the pain, the
horse bounded into the air, then reared right up, and
remained stiff and almost erect, till the young man re-
leased his hold, when instantly, with glaring eye and
dilated nostril, giving one shake to his glossy mane, the
magnificent Arab fairly took the bit between his teeth,
and wildly darted from the spot, shooting over the plain
with an arrow-like swiftness, which altogether took away
the breath of the riders. They made no attempt to guide
him, having quite enough to do to keep their seats, and

he began by carrying them right thrmigh the midst of
the soldiers, like a very flash of lightning, trampling
some under foot, and bounding over the heads of the
others. The amazement of the Turks may be conceived,
when this flying vision suddenly passed before their eyes
—scarce seen before it was far away, careering on with
incredible speed. Those whose horses were at band
mounted in the vain attempt at pursuit. In an instant
the air was filled with the flashing of the musketry, and
the balls were raining round the young lovers, as, cling-
ing to each other on the back of the winged steed, they
sped on and on through the darkness. The tremendous
pace at which they were going utterly bewildered them ;
all things seemed to whirl round with them ; they could
discern nothing clearly ; the stars appeared to rush madly
over their heads; the rocks and the trees fled past them
like visions. Soon the voices of their pursuers died ut-
terly away, and the shot ceased to drop around them.
They were in the mountains now—the wild, lone moun-
tains ; but the child of the desert, drunk( with the fresh

his mad Career, seemed now to redouble his speed, if it
were possible, and flew like a shot up the steep hill-side,
while his feet struck a train of fire behind him ! They
had no power to avert his reckless course, even had they
wished it, nor even to moderate his terrible ardour. On,
Mazeppa-like, they race, panting, breathless on the wings
of the wind, over stones and brushwood, and through the
wild ravine. The landscape reels around them—the cliffs
and the crags whirl past—the trees of the forest seem to
melt into air; now they dash through a torrent, blind
with the foam ; now they rise over a towering rock ; now
plunge into a cleft in the wild, dark mountain ! Once
Spiro would have cried out in horror, had he had time or
breath, for he saw that they were approaching a terrible
precipice, caused by a deep rent in the cliff, that gaped
gloomy and wide, with a great river raging beneath, but
the desert-born paused but one moment on the brink of
the abyss, and gathered his feet together like a cat about
to leap on his prey, then, with one bound, he sprung over
the terrible gulf, and dashed on through the forest of pine
beyond. It seemed to the palpitating. gasping riders, as
though their flight lasted for hours, and so in truth it did;
but they could take no account of time, thus darting

through- the air, and when at last Spiro succeeded in
abating the speed of the horse, and, finally, arresting him
altogether, they found themselves in the very heart of
the most savage mountains of Arcadia, where, perhaps,
never foot of man had trodden before.

THE QUEEN'S VISIT TO THE CLYDE, &c

(From the Constitutional.)
y to-day to be enabled to confirm the state-