Frightened away by the stony stare of the English occupant from an imposing-looking residence on the top of the hill, I crossed the road and entered the private hospital. Around a quadrangle, laid out in gardens beds there was a range of low two story buildings. Some bleached sailors, in duck trowsers and blue jackets, were about; one was reading a song-book, another his Bible, and a third was busily making a marine swab out of ropes' ends. Among the convalescents, out on the balconies to catch a breath of the pure air, was a naval officer in a gilt cap, reading a novel; and all looked snug and encouraging. On entering, I asked the attendant, a gaunt-looking Englishman, who in his musty black suit, was not unlike a carrion crow or a turkey buzzard, whether there was any serious case of illness in the hospital. "There are two consumptives," said he, "who've been a deceiving us for the last two weeks." He seemed to think it a very base fraud that these two consumptives had not died when he and the doctor thought it was their duty to do so, some fortnight before. Coming from the one hill to another, I reached a miserable quarter of the town, called by the sailors the "foretop." It was composed of rude mud hovels, stuffed with a population of half-breeds, a half-naked gipsy-looking people, grovelling in the dirt, and breathing an atmosphere reeking with the stench of filth, garlic and frying fat. I was glad to escape, and get to the "Star Hotel," where, refreshing myself with a chop and brown stout, I could fancy myself, with hardly an effort of the imagination, taking my dinner at an ordinary in the Strand. TRANSLATIONS. BY THE REV. THEODORE PARKER. I. TWO LOVERS. (FROM THE GERMAN OF MOHRIKE.) A light skiff swam on Danube's tide, Where sat a bridegroom and his bride, He this side and she that side. Quoth she, "Heart's dearest, tell to me, What wedding-gift shall I give thee?" Upward her little sleeve she strips, And in the water briskly dips. The young man did the same straightway, And played with her and laughed so gay. "Ah, give to me, Dame Danube fair, Some pretty toy for my love to wear!" She drew therefrom a shining blade, For which the youth so long had prayed. The bridegroom, what holds he in hand? Of milk-white pearls a precious band. He twines it round her raven hair; She looked how like a princess there! "Oh, give to me, Dame Danube fair, Some pretty toy for my love to wear!" A second time her arm dips in, A glittering helm of steel to win. The youth, o'erjoyed the prize to view, Brings her a golden comb thereto. A third time she in the water dips. Ah woe! from out the skiff she slips. He leaps for her and grasps straightway-- Dame Danube tears them both away. The dame began her gifts to rue-- The youth must die, the maiden too!