of water properly appreciated. Many (says M. Belzoni) perish victims of the most horrible thirst. It is then that the value of a cup of water is really felt. He that has a zenzabia of it is the richest of all. In such a case there is no distinction; if the master has none, the servant will not give it to him; for very few are the instances where a man will voluntarily lose his life to save that of another, particularly in a caravan in the desert, where people are strangers to each other. What a situation for a man, though a rich one, perhaps the owner of all the caravans ! He is dying for a cup of water-no one gives it to him-he offers all he possesses-no one hears him→→ they are all dying-though by walking a few hours farther they might be saved; the camels are lying down, and cannot be made to rise-no one has strength to walk-only he that has a glass of that precious liquor lives to walk a mile farther, and perhaps dies too. If the voyages on seas are dangerous, so are those in the deserts: at sea, the provisions very often fail; in the desert it is worse: at sea, storms are met with; in the desert, there cannot be a greater storm than to find a dry well; at sea, one meets with pirates-we escape-we surrenderwe die. In the desert they rob the traveller of all his property and water; they let him live, perhaps, but what a life! to die the most barbarous and agonizing death. In short, to be thirsty in a desert, without water, exposed to the burning sun, without shelter, and no hopes of finding either, is the most terrible situation that a man can be placed in, and one of the greatest sufferings that a human being can sustain. The eyes grow inflamed, the tongue and lips swell; a hollow sound is heard in the ears, which brings on deafness, and the brain appears to grow thick and inflamed: all these feelings arise from the want of a little water. In the midst of all this misery, the deceitful morasses appear before the traveller at no great distance something like a lake on rivor of cloon him. er. The deception of this phenomenon e) is well known; but it does not fail to innging traveller towards that element, and m in remembrance of the happiness of such a spot. If, perchance, a traveller be ceived, he hastens his pace to reach it he more he advances towards it, the more m him, till at last it vanishes entirely, and d passenger often asks where is the water no great distance; he can scarcely believe s so deceived; he protests that he saw the ning before the wind, and the reflection of ocks in the water. If, unfortunately, any ck on the road, there is no alternative; he ure the fatigue of travelling on a camel, roublesome even to healthy people; or he eft behind on the sand, without any assistremain so till a slow death come to relieve mat horror! What a brutal proceeding to nate sick man! No one remains with him, his old and faithful servant; no one will lie with him: all pity his fate, but no one is companion. Why not stop the whole ill he is better, or do what they can for the e dies? No, this delay cannot be; it will danger of perishing of thirst, if they do the next well in such a time: besides, they ifferent parties generally of merchants or - who will not only refuse to put themselves but will not even wait a few hours to save an individual, whether they know him or parched and weary traveller, how vivid the recollections of the comfortable home has left (perhaps for ever), and of those scenes of his childhood, when life was like stream of translucent water,-pure, fresh, kling! In such a moment as this, when s painted in every countenance, and 'Death mercha Wounds escaped only an 206, fo the hor The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure, For often, at noon, when returned from the field, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well; disarm In th shrew paths The club ru (phleu bulbos (poa to be On (arun arend The moss-covered bucket, which hangs in the well', The bee still pursues his ceaseless task of collecting his varied sweets to form honey for his destroyer, man. This industrious insect, however, will sometimes retaliate, and wreak a dreadful vengeance on his tyrant. In the summer of 1821, as a merchant and his wife were proceeding, in an open carriage, from Brandenburgh to Wittenberg, they were at the s sals swarm of bees, in such a cloud as to ir, which stung them dreadfully. The came seriously ill in consequence of the eceived; but the lady in some measure caking refuge in a wet ditch. The coachas for some time despaired of; and the - so severely stung, that they survived r and a half.-See our last volume, p. account of an idiot boy, who lived upon hich he sucked from the bee, having first of the sting. ad the following month, numbers of the e (sorex) may be seen lying in the footor in a dying state. See our last volume, time plants which flower in July, are the cirpus maritimus), bearded cat's tail grass nitum), bulbous fox tail grass (alopecurus the reflexed and creeping meadow grass as & maritima), the field eryngo (eryngium , parsley water dropwort (œnanthe pimpismooth sea-heath (frankenia lævis), and dock (rumex maritimus); all of which are d in salt marshes. ly shores may be seen the sea mat-weed renaria), upright sea-lime grass (elymus , the sea lung-wort (pulmonaria maritima), nd-weed (convolvulus soldanella), saltwort sea-holly (eryngium maritimum); prickly (echinophora spinosa), and the sea-lavender nonium), are found on maritime rocks; and ea (pisum maritimum) on rocky shores. the middle or latter end of July, pilchards ilchardus) appear in vast shoals, off the coast; but, in the year 1821, there was so deficiency of fish, that the inhabitants of were led to suppose that the pilchards had the coast altogether. Prawns and lobsters in this month. Grouse-shooting usually commences towards the latter end of July. The angler is busily engaged in his favourite pursuit. 6 It is now the season for bathing, a refreshment too little taken in this country either in summer or winter. See our last volume, p. 209. Of a summer bath in Persia, at Negauristan, near Teheran, we have the following luxuriant description by Sir R. K. Porter, in his recent Travels in Georgia, &c. The place of greatest attraction to an oriental taste, was certainly the summer-bath. It seemed to comprise every thing of seclusion, elegance, and that luxurious enjoyment, which has too often been the chief occupation of some Asiatic Princes; and perhaps will ever be the favourite recreation with them all. This bathsaloon, or court, (for it is difficult to give it an exactly appropriate name,) is circular, with a vast basin in its centre, of pure white marble, of the same shape, and of about sixty or seventy feet in diameter. This is filled with the clearest water, sparkling in the sun, for its only canopy is the vault of heaven; but rose-trees, with other pendant shrubs bearing flowers, cluster near it; and, at times, their waving branches throw a beautifully quivering shade over the excessive brightness of the water. Round the sides of the court, are two ranges, one above the other, of little chambers, looking towards the bath, and furnished with every refreshment of the harem. These chambers are for the accommodation of the ladies; and they undress or repose in them before or after the delight of bathing; for so fond are they of this luxury, that they remain in the water for hours; and sometimes, when the heat is very relaxing, come out more dead than alive. But in this delightful recess, the waters flow through the basin by a constant spring, thus renewing the body's vigour by their bracing coolness; and enchantingly refreshing the air, which the sun's influence, and the thousand flowers breathing around might otherwise render on |