study the New Testament, that is no reason the Christians should not study the Old.) We find in the dietetic medicines, such as cod-liver oil, a valuable auxiliary to our specific treatment. Much less do we reject the improved methods of diagnosis, so elaborately and successfully cultivated by many Allopathic physicians, and one of the most recent innovations in an important department of practice has been largely tested and warmly advocated by one of our most energetic and distinguished practitioners.

Indeed, we confidently anticipate the day when Homeopathy and Allopathy, and all such discordant sectarian names, shall merge in one general system, and when there shall be but one art of healing as there is but one Hope, one Faith, one Life, and one true Physician. To hasten the advance of this glorious consummation, requires higher attributes than any that science affords. It demands of us to forget the petty jealousies which have done so much to retard our progress, and that we should act with more mutual toleration and larger charity.

Let us then unite in a higher sense than we have yet done, helping and cheering one another in the arduous task committed to our care, and above all things keeping each his own honour unsullied; that thus we

May bear without abuse,

The grand old name of Gentleman,
Defamed by every Charlatan,

And soiled by most ignoble use.

A TRIP TO LEIPSIC.

THE HAHNEMANN JUBILEE.*

AFTER having done duty, like other provincials, for two days at the Royal Bazaar in Hyde Park, we started for Dover, to make the most of our brief holiday. Arriving there at half-past eleven o'clock at night, we encountered a scene of indescribable confusion. A multitude of porters contended fiercely for the luggage, and the victorious party having piled a cartload on a large barrow, set off, with a speed and noise of a fire-engine, to the quay. The event showed we had need of all our speed, for the boat was already off: we hailed it, and seeing what a multitude we were, it put back to within a trunk throw of the edge; the porters pitched the luggage on board, and we followed in its wake, and in a few minutes we were on our voyage. Being midnight, we asked for beds, and were directed to the cabin. On descending, we found it filled by successive layers of human beings, quite a model for a slaver. Perceiving an unoccupied crevice above the third tier, we picked our steps, amid a polyglot of execrations from the half-awakened mass of sleepers, to the edge of a sofa where, in a profound sleep, lay an exhausted Sclav or Teuton, and, making a pedestal of his chest, we reached our dormitory.

* From the "Edinburgh News," and "British Journal of Homœopathy."

Passing through Belgium, by way of Ostend and Liege, we hastened on to Cologne, and were soon upon the berhymed river. It is always a pleasant variety floating on the Rhine, not so much on account of the scenery, which has always appeared to us much overrated, but for the abundance of amusing scenes the steamers afford. The dinner on deck is a great treat. The sharper with his large moustache, his low brow, keen eye, wide trousers, and polished boots, brushing his hair, before the engagement, with his pocket-brush, and adjusting his whiskers at the looking-glass on the back of it; then the resolute German, pleased at the prospect of a good long uninterrupted edification; next the London party-the pursy old gentleman, out of all patience at the sour wine, weak soups, and endless succession of anonymous and unintelligible fractions of fish, fowl, and flesh, while his interesting daughter does her best to keep him in good humour, and tries to speak German, learned specially for the occasion, to the garçon, who, supposing it English, pertinaciously replies in the Rhine dialect of that tongue. But we forget that most of our readers are probably familiar with such scenes. Our objection to the Rhine is its want of a background; you see at once all that is to be seen, pretty headlands and picturesque ruins, but nothing grand. The Danube is far finer. There we have always to the picture a frame of snowy-peaked hills, which are delightful to the eye from the contrast of light, and are a sort of stepping-stone to the imagination into the remote unknown they bound and barrier.

We left the Rhine a little way from Frankfort, and proceeded next day to Baden-Baden, en route for Switzerland. But it was otherwise determined. The evening of our arrival was calm and beautiful, but soon we felt the deadening sensation of an approaching storm. The clouds lay like large slates upon the sky, and for some hours vivid flashes of lightning leapt from edge to edge, without any

thunder. As night closed in, we returned to our hotel, and had scarcely reached it when the rain came down like a tropical waterspout; it continued, along with thunder and lightning, all night, and in the morning the roads were impassable. A small brook, a mere 66 burn" on the yesterday, was to-day a tumbling, roaring river like the Rhone. The kitchen of the hotel was filled with water, tables and chairs were floated away, trees soon began to come down, and heaps of firewood. One hotel (the English) was surrounded with water-its inmates had to be removed in carts; streets had become canals, and invalids were carried on men's shoulders to the higher parts of the town. What were the inhabitants about all this time? Most of them, wrapped in huge cloaks, with umbrellas over their heads and pipes in their mouths, were contemplating the work of havoc, and perhaps speculating on the laws of hydraulics, only doing nothing. It was a strange contrast to such a scene at home, exhibiting so strongly the little power of self-help in the German character, and it might well suggest an anxious thought of how this great people were to work out their freedom. What can be done for a nation without a history and without a faith? Is it not regeneration it needs; it has never been born. The German nation is an agglomeration of atoms bound together by pressure from without, not a constellation arranged by forces acting from within; and yet great even in its present chaos! a huge leviathan unconscious of its might, on which twoheaded vultures strut, guzzle, and flap their regal or imperial wings.

So much for Baden, the most agreeable lounge and most dangerous hell-trap in Europe, where gambling goes on from night to morning; and under the gayest and most fascinating surface there trickles incessantly a black rill of crime and misery.

Our Swiss tramp being knocked on the head by this unsought water-cure process, for the roads and railways were

destroyed, we had nothing for it but to make for Leipsic with all the expedition in our power. In our way thither, we spent a night at Cassel, lately so famous for its bold assertion of constitutional freedom. It has suffered much by the quartering of so many troops upon it, and it tells us the sad lesson that a little state cannot be free unless isolated by sea or mountains-a lesson which we fear Hungary likewise teaches. We spent the following night at Halle, with one of the most distinguished theologians in Europe, and one of the most popular professors in Germany. He corroborated the observation we had long ago made, that Protestant Germany was probably the most irreligious country in the world. And it is in some respects the worst kind of irreligion, as it presents nothing offensive to the taste of the moralist. Sentiment, morality, and mesmerism are equivalent to religion there; they neither believe nor disbelieve anything beyond the teaching of Goethe, "that noble dome lighted from beneath."

On our arrival at the Blumenberg Hotel at Leipsic, on the morning of the 8th of August, we found some of our English friends already there, who had come for the same object as ourselves. The day was spent in visiting old acquaintances whom we had known some ten years ago when studying here; and in the evening we had our preliminary meeting. The following day was the chief diet of this strange general assembly. The hall of meeting was spacious, and tastefully ornamented with trees and garlands; and the company assembled, to the number of about one hundred and thirty, presented a curious appearance to an English eye. They had come from all parts of Europe. To begin with the most remote, there was Dr Nunez from Madrid, physician to the Queen of Spain, decorated with a broad blue ribbon, besides many orders

quite the courtier in air and figure. Then we saw an ardent disciple from Copenhagen, who looked rough and