of a foreign accent, the name in which we and the world rejoice--Christopher North!' We were not slow in returning the hug fraternal--for who was it but the 'American Woodsman?'--even Audubon himself--fresh from the Floridas--and breathing of the pure air of far-off Labrador! "Three years and upwards had fled since we had taken farewell of the illustrious Ornithologist--on the same spot--at the same hour; and there was something ghostlike in such return of a dear friend from a distant region--almost as if from the land of spirits. It seemed as if the same moon again looked at us--but then she was wan and somewhat sad--now clear as a diamond, and all the starry heavens wore a smile. "Our words they were na mony feck'--but in less time than we have taken to write it--we two were sitting cheek by jowl, and hand in hand, by that essential fire--while we showed by our looks that we both felt, now they were over, that three years were but as one day! The cane coal-scuttle, instinct with spirit, beeted the fire of its own accord, without word or beck of ours, as if placed there by the hands of one of our wakeful Lares; in globe of purest crystal the Glenlivet shone; unasked the bright brass kettle began to whisper its sweet 'under song;' and a centenary of the fairest oysters native to our isle turned towards us their languishing eyes, unseen the Nereid that had on the instant wafted them from the procreant cradle beds of Prestonpans. Grace said, we drew in to supper, and hobnobbing, from elegant long-shank, down each naturalist's gullet graciously descended, with a gurgle, the mildest, the meekest, the very Moses of Ales.