so injudicious a manner, especially since he knew that I furnished the Jew with the book. I also expressed my opinion respecting the liberties he took with my portfolio, and told him I hoped, that, as a gentleman, he will abstain visiting my room when I am absent; and when I am in it, not to pry into my private and unpublished notes. "But the mischief is done," he urged; "please explain to the fellow that I believe in the existence of angels, and that there is to be a resurrection, and that I am no Sadducee." I complied with the importunity. But my explanation by no means satisfied the "obstinate Jew;" he continued with his provoking queries: "Then, does this Englishman consider you and all the other members of the Church of England bad Christians?" To which the Independent replied: "No." "Does this Englishman consider your Liturgy a bad book?" The Independent again rejoined: "No; but there are some expressions in that book of which I do not approve." "Then this Englishman is a Jew, like myself; I also like the book, but there are some expressions of which I do not approve, namely, the frequent occurrence of 'Through our Lord Jesus Christ."" The poor Independent here lost all his self-possession, and declared that he "never met with a more stupid set of people than are the Jews." He rushed up to the harmless Jew, and shouted in his earthinking that a loud noise would make his independent and arbitrary explanation more explicable: "You are à stiff-necked Jew, slow of heart, and slow of comprehension." The unsophisticated Hebrew logician observed: "I am very sorry to anger you, but my stupidity owes its existence to your want of perspicuity: as soon as you contrive to make yourself intelligible, I will promise to comprehend you.”

The Englishman became awfully excited, and literally cut, as it is vulgarly expressed; he upset everything in his way, and I cannot help hoping most sincerely that he will never come again. However, I never laughed so much in my sleeve as I did that day. The Jew quietly remarked, after his abuser left the room: "What a curious race of people the English are!" I told him that it was unfair to judge of a whole nation, from an individual of the race; he agreed with me.

I had several opportunities of learning the character of the higher classes of Marseilles. The generality of them are infidels. I came in contact with many Marseillians, who actually laid claim to the high sounding appellation of philosophers, simply because they were independent of all sorts of religion. There are many who conform, outwardly, with the rites and ceremonies of the Church of Rome, in order to escape the persecutions of wives and sisters, who are wielded as scourges in the hands of the priesthood. A gentleman said to me, but yesterday, "Though I am not such a fool as to believe in any religion, still when I was in Spain, I was obliged to pray to the Virgin Mary, for I should assuredly have been torn into pieces if I did not do it; and there are thousands who are of the same mind with myself."

Marseilles is now filled with Bedouins, on their way to Mecca. The French Government gives them a free passage as far as Alexandria. Those sons of the African desert ramble about the streets in perfect amazement. The glittering windows of the jewellers, the gaudy display of the different drapery shops, and the exhibition of toys in the various bazaars, &c., elicit many an "Allah Akhbar,” God is great. They crowd many of the finest shops in

scores, and gaze in the most vacant manner around the establishments, to the great annoyance of the proprietors. The primitive mode of the Bedouins' dressing-their apparel consisting of a long shirt, and bernouse, the cape of the latter supplying a covering for the head, which is fastened by a thick cord or a many-coloured kerchiefcontrast very strangely with the modern costume of the dandified Frenchman, and produces a very picturesque mixed multitude. Beside the Bedouins, there are here always the representatives of many nations. The Arab, the Persian, the Turk, the Egyptian, the Greek, the Russian, the Italian, the Spaniard, &c., in their respective costumes, are constantly mingling before you. And as you entertain a very exalted notion of the correctness of your imagination, imagine therefore yourself the effect which such a mixture produces.

Ibrahim Pasha's favourite wife is at present on a visit to this city. She, with her three sons and extensive retinue of attendants are staying in the same hotel with me, and we shall probably leave this place in the same steamer.

This is the month in which an annual fair takes place in this city. It lasts for about three weeks. Several of the public streets are crowded with tents and stalls, where all sorts of merchandize are exposed for sale, and all manners of shows exhibited. I was particularly struck

with the vast amount of Roman Catholic idols hawked about, as well as with the great number of purchasers. I went to see an exhibition of the British Privy Council, in wax, according to advertisement. Our beloved Queen was represented as the fattest woman England can boast of, displaying two monstrously large upper teeth. Prince Albert and the Royal Family equally veritably represented.

Lord Brougham seems to have been modelled à la Punch, and a pretty figure he cuts. The French visitors, at the show roared with laughter at poor England's expense, and their satirical remarks were of a very amusing nature.

I was very much disgusted on Sunday last, at seeing the fair in full play as during the week days, with the only difference that both sellers and buyers were dressed in their best clothes. In one of the squares I observed a sort of an itinerant French Holloway-an Israelite-rather elderly, standing on a species of Whitechapel, shouting to the highest pitch of his voice, that he had discovered the elixir of life, not indeed in pills, but in drops; bottles of which he offered for sale. I saw the quack in the morning, on my way to church, with a large concourse of people around him; and he appears to have been engaged in the same occupation the whole day, for when I saw him again at seven o'clock in the evening, he was awfully hoarse. Near him sat a beautiful young female, I suppose his daughter, who sold to those willing to purchase, the balm of French Gilead.

Well, Sir, I flatter myself that I have given you a fair view of Marseilles as it is; and you may flatter yourself at your good luck in getting such a long letter from me. It is but few of my Liverpool friends who can boast of receiving any letters at all from me. But mind, I must get a nice long letter in return, else this shall be my very last to you.

Yours, &c.

LETTER XIV.

TO THE REV. DR. J. HORLOCK, RECTOR OF BOX.

My dear Dr. Horlock,

Marseilles, Sept. 1847.

Not being of a very high-flown romantic calibre of mind; my imagination did not work me up to a pitch à la Lamartine. That celebrated Frenchman is a poet, I am not; he may, therefore, have spoken from positive experience, when he penned the following:-"Marseille nous accueille comme si nous étions des enfans de son beau ciel; c'est un pays de générosité, de cœur et de poésie d'âme; ils reçoivent les poètes en frères; ils sont poètes eux-mêmes, et j'ai trouvé parmi les hommes du commun de la société, de l'académie, et parmi les jeunes gens, qui entrent à peine dans la vie, une foule de caractères et de talens qui sont faits pour honorer nonseulement leur patrie, mais la France entière." I at once avow that I cannot sympathize with Lamartine, be he ever so famous a writer. However, allowances must be made for warm patriotism, which virtue no one can deny to the author of "Souvenirs, Impressions, Pensées et Paysages pendant un Voyage en Orient." I trust, therefore, that the same allowance will be accorded me, if I should be betrayed, whilst writing about Marseilles, into similar grandiloquy. You shall get nothing else in this letter but an essay on the ancient and modern Jews of this place. The only thing I am afraid of is that you will get a surfeit of the subject, and you will never be able to bear