After a description of Gibraltar, the writer says: "The whole juvenile forces of our vessel have been invited to dine this afternoon with the officers of _H. M. S. Manchester_, in company with the British and American consuls of Gibraltar, and left an hour ago, under the charge of Captain _Hardstudy_, to comply with the gracious invitation, and I remain to prepare this letter for the morrow's steamer from Valetta to Liverpool. The sun is already sinking in the blue and gold waters of the Mediterranean. A fresh breeze has startled the sleeping waves into lively gambols, and our flag points eagerly westward and homeward. See our party of little travelers just off for the 'Manchester'! How their boats dance up and down over the water! 'Boom!' 'boom!' go the signal guns from the kind old ship! Now hear the thunderous volleys from the batteries on the huge mountain, proclaiming the hour of sunset!" The letters which follow are from "Alexandria, Egypt, May 28"; from the "Steamer Rameses, River Nile, June 11"; from "Off Joppa, June 16"; from "Jerusalem, July 5"; from "Nablous, 'the City of Samaria,' July 12"; from "Beyrout, Syria, July 23"; and on Monday morning, July 25, our correspondent writes his farewell, as follows: "Well, friend INDEPENDENT, our travels are ended. We came on board the 'Star of Bethlehem' this morning. The steamer for Liverpool leaves this afternoon, and we shall send our letters ashore to be mailed. By the 30th of September we hope to be with you again. We have seen the earthly Canaan, with its degradation and defilement. Our minds turn toward the better Canaan. With Watts we sing: "'Look up, our souls, pant toward the eternal hills; Those heavens are fairer than they seem. There pleasures all sincere glide on in crystal rills; There not a dreg of guilt defiles, No grief disturbs the stream That Canaan knows,--no noxious thing, No cursed soil, no tainted spring; No roses grow on thorns, nor honey wears a sting.'"