museum, devoted to keeping certain relics of the Scottishmen. In the inner chamber of a little cottage a woman showed me, ranged along a wall, five matchlocks, two of them very long, two Highland dirks, a broadsword, a spur, two powder flasks, the wooden tube of a drum, and a small iron-hooped box. The sight of these objects so near the scene of the slaughter helps wonderfully to realise it; and it is impossible for a Scotsman at least to look on them without emotion. I thought, however, of the mercy of Providence, which causes the waves of time to close over the most terrible and the most distressing things, sweeping away all the suffering--exhaling calamity, as it were, into air--and leaving only perhaps a few tangible objects to remind us by association that 'such things were.' In the evening I arrived at Laurgaard, where it was necessary to spend the night. R. C. FOOTNOTES: [2] I am told that these habits do not exist in good society at Christiania. [3] The greatest summer height of the Miösen Lake is 430 feet; the winter height, 410. Finding the level at this time ten feet below the mark considered as that of highest water, I considered the lake as being now 420 feet above the sea. [4] Laug in Norwegian signifies _water_. It is a generic term here specially applied. [5] See Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, September 1837, where the original ballad is also given. LONDON GOSSIP. _November, 1849._ The long vacation is over--cholera has flown away, or gone into winter quarters--the raising of blinds and unclosing of shutters in stylish streets indicate the return of families whose absence has been prolonged by fears of contagion--business, long stagnant, is reviving--street-traffic is resuming its wonted density--the new Lord Mayor has 'showed' himself, as of old--the November fogs are entombing us in their fuliginous darkness--all of which, whether fact, figure, or fancy, is an intimation that we are in the advent of another London season.