ates addressed Brown; and how he put the
following questions during the first five minutes of their acquaintance.

1. "Where are you going?"

2. "What place do you hail from?"

3. "Conclude you go toe Frankfort?"

4. "You're Mr. Brown, I reckon?"

5. "What names do your friends go by?"

Statements made during the same period.

1. "This here Rhine ain't much by the side of our Mississippi."

2. "Old Europe is 'tarnally chawed up."

BROWN'S HAT.

Robinson was very merry about this incident, and both he and Jones kept
poking fun at Brown during the rest of the day. They parodied the well
known song of "My heart's on the Rhine," substituting "My hat's in the
Rhine;"--(it was very poor stuff, we have been assured by Brown)--and
they made pointed allusions to the name of "Wide-Awake."

The above drawing is from a rude sketch by Jones.

THE SCENERY BECOMES MYSTERIOUS.

They now became enveloped in what seemed a combination of fog
(London November) and mist (Scotch). Only think of those two national
institutions going up the Rhine with the rest of the fashionable world.
At first it obscured the hill tops, with the ruins thereon; then the
villages and vineyards below; and finally both banks of the river
entirely disappeared. The company on board the steamboat did not,
at this period, present the most cheerful aspect.

[MAYENCE TO FRANKFORT.]

How Robinson's favourite portmanteau, which he had forgotten to lock,
was dropped accidentally by a porter while conveying it to the omnibus.

Jones hints to Robinson that it is time to get up.

[FRANKFORT.]

How they visited a "quarter" of the city of Frankfort, and what they saw
there!

Robinson here wrote his celebrated letter to the "Times," on the subject
of the deficiency of soap and water, from which, as we have seen in a
former page, he suffered so grievously. It was conceived in terms of
indignant eloquence; and drew a terrible picture of the state of social,
political, and religious degradation into which a country must have
sunk, where such things could be tolerated.

As they walked through the town, bent upon seeing the Ariadne, and
unconscious of danger, suddenly an object appeared in sight that filled
them with terror. It was the "Bore!" stepping jauntily along on the
other side of the street. To hesitate was to be lost! So they plunged
into the nearest shop for protection, and stood there breathless with
expectation and fear