antelopes, three foxes, thirty-five hares, one hundred and fifty brace of partridges and foricans, with quails, ducks, snipes, and smaller birds in abundance.

On the evening of the 17th we reached the confluence of the Bhaugretty and Jellinghy rivers ; the former bounding the island of Cossimbazar on the west, the latter' on the east. The junction of those streams forms the Hooghly river, which we now entered. On taking leave of the Bhaugretty I must mention the moorda or chuttries placed on different parts of the bank. These are small chuprahs, or huts, in which a Hindoo when given over by his physicians, is deposited, and left alone to expire and be carried off by the sacred flood. We fastened our boats opposite the town of Nuddeah, where the songs and dances throughout the whole night, for the festival of the desserah, and some funeral dirges at the Hindoo cremations on another part of the bank, engaged our attention until day-break, when we dropped down to Culnah, a large village ; and soon after entered a nullah, which brought us to Ballyghurra, where the waters having entirely subsided, we were gratified with a view of ploughs, harrows, and the various implements of husbandry at work on the arable plains, now ready to receive the seed. .

During the last few days, sailing with a light wind has given some respite to the labours of the dandies, or boatmen, who pass their lives in great exertion on these rivers; in coming down the Ganges they are obliged to row, and in going up against the stream, are constantly tracking with the rope. As few conditions are without their relative comforts, so the dandies have theirs. During the evening meal and nightly halt, the toil of the day is forgotten ; they generally contrive to bring their boats to some convenient station, where numerous fires blaze on the banks, a good supper is dressed, and mirth and festivity unite with the adventures of the day, to beguile the time till their meal is finished, and all lie down to repose. No fires are permitted in the budjerows; those who wish for hot meals have them dressed in separate boats.

On quitting the nullah we re-entered the Hooghly river, and at noon reached Sook Saughur, an elegant house of European architecture, highly finished, and the grounds disposed with great taste. The next morning we had a fine view of the Dutch settlement at Chinsura; and immediately after of the French establishment at Chandernagore: they both make a very respectable appearance from the river; especially the house belonging to the French chief, at a little distance from the town. We next passed the Danish settlement of Serampore, where the Danes have long enjoyed themselves in undisturbed tranquillity, and a Aourishing commerce. Four large ships were at anchor before the town, where the neatness of the houses and gardens, the good. ness of the roads, and the stir of business, indicated peace and comfort.

A short distance brought us within view of the forest of masts before the magnificent buildings at Calcutta, where we landed in the evening of the 18th of October, after a voyage of much interest and variety.

“ No man,” saith Lipsius, in an epistle to Lanoius, “ can be such a stock, or a stone, whom that pleasant speculation of

countries, cities, towns, rivers, will not affect.”—“ Peregrination charms our senses with such unspeakable and sweet variety, that some count him unhappy that never travelled, and pity his case, that from his cradle to his old age beholds the same still; still, still the same, the same.”—Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy, in 1621.



SULTAUN. 1784.

• Quis fuit, horrendos primus qui protulit enses?

Quam ferus, et verè ferrens ille fuit!
Tunc cædes bominum generi, tunc prælia nata ;

Tunc brevior diræ mortis aperta via est.
At nibil ille miser meruit; nos ad mala nostra

Vertimus, in sævas quod dedit ille feras.
Divitis hoc vitium est auri : nec bella fuerunt,

Faginus adstabat dum scyphus ante dapes.
Non arces, non vallus erat; somnumque petebat

Securus saturas dux gregis inter oves. TIBUL. EL. 11.

" Who was the first that forg'd the deadly blade ?
Of rugged steel his savage soul was made;
By him, his bloody flag Ambition wav'd,
And grisly Carnage through the battle rav’d.
Yet wherefore blame him? We're ourselves to blame;
Arms first were forg'd to kill the savage game;
Death-dealing battles were unknown of old,
Death-dealing battles took their rise from gold:
When beechen bowls on oaken tables stood,
When temperate acorns were our fathers' food,
The swain slept peaceful with his flocks around,
No trench was open'd, and no fortress frown'd.”

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