aid rapturously: 'Ah, Gretry, you are a happy man! What a
charming girl! what sweetness and grace!' 'Yes,' said Gretry,
in a whisper, 'she is beautiful and still more amiable; she is
going to the ball, but in a few weeks we shall follow her
together to the cemetery!' 'What a horrible idea! You are
losing your senses!' 'Would I were not losing my heart! I had
three daughters; she is the only left to me, but already I must
weep for her!'

"A few days after this ball, she took to her bed, and fell into
a sad but beautiful delirium. She had found her sisters again
in this world; she walked with them hand in hand; she waltzed
in the same saloon; she danced in the same quadrille; she took
them to the play: all the while recounting to them her
imaginary loves. What a picture for Gretry! 'She had,' he says
in his _Memoirs_, some serene moments before death.--She took
my hand, and that of her mother, and with a sweet smile, 'I see
well,' she murmured, 'that we must bear our destiny; I do not
fear death; but what is to become of you two?' She was propped
up by her pillow while she spoke with us for the last time. She
was laid back, then closed her beautiful eyes, and went to join
her sisters!

"Gretry is very eloquent in his grief. There Is in this part of
his Memoirs a cry which came from his heart, and wrings our
own. 'Oh, my friends,' he exclaims, throwing down the pen, 'a
tear, a tear upon the beloved tomb of my three lovely flowers,
predestined to die, like those of the good Italian monk.'"

A MODEL TRAVELLER.

One of the most readable of living travellers is certainly our own
BAYARD TAYLOR, who is now somewhere in the interior of the African
continent, and whose letters in the _Tribune_ are every where perused
with the greatest satisfaction. Worthy to be named along with him is the
German, FREDERICK GERSTAeCKER, whose adventures form one of the most
interesting features in that cyclopediac journal, the Augsburg
_Allgemeine Zeitung_. It is now some two years since Gerstaecker set out
upon his present explorations. The backwoods of the United States
furnished a broad field for his love of a wild and changeful life, and
gave full play to his passion for the study of human character in all
its out of the way phases. His accounts of these regions were touched
with the most vivid colors; not Co