every point, and made himself perfect master
of the whole natural history and process of
manufacture of the flax-plant, with its splendid
yellow blossoms, he repaired to a Native
Pa, which, unlike the Native Pa to which he
was accustomed, he found to be a town, and
not a parent. Here he observed a Chief
with a long spear, making every demonstration
of spitting a visitor, but really giving
him the Maori or welcome—a word MR.
BOOLEY is inclined to derive from the known
hospitality of our English Mayors—and here
also he observed some Europeans rubbing
noses, by way of shaking hands, with the
aboriginal inhabitants. After participating in
an affray between the natives and the English
soldiery, in which the former were defeated
with great loss, he plunged into the Bush,
and there camped out for some months, until
he had made a survey of the whole country.

While leading this wild life, encamped by
night near a stream for the convenience of
water, in a Ware, or hut, built open in the
front, with a roof sloping backward to the
ground, and made of poles, covered and
enclosed with bark or fern, it was MR. BOOLEY'S
singular fortune to encounter Miss Creeble,
of The Misses Creebles' Boarding and Day
Establishment for Young Ladies, Kennington
Oval, who, accompanied by three of her young
ladies in search of information, had achieved
this marvellous journey, and was then also in
the Bush. Miss Creeble having very unsettled
opinions on the subject of gunpowder,
was afraid that it entered into the composition
of the fire before the tent, and that
something would presently blow up or go off.
MR. BOOLEY, as a more experienced traveller,
assuring her that there was no danger; and
calming the fears of the young ladies, an
acquaintance commenced between them. They
accomplished the rest of their travels in New
Zealand together, and the best understanding
prevailed among the little party. They took
notice of the trees, as the Kaikatea, the Kauri,
the Ruta, the Pukatea, the Hinau, and the
Tanakaka—names which Miss Creeble had
a bland relish in pronouncing. They admired
the beautiful, arborescent, palm-like fern,
abounding everywhere, and frequently exceeding
thirty feet in height. They wondered at
the curious owl, who is supposed to demand
'More Pork!' wherever he flies, and whom
Miss Creeble termed 'an admonition of
Nature's against greediness!' And they contemplated
some very rampant natives, of cannibal
propensities. After many pleasing and instructive
vicissitudes, they returned to England in
company, where the ladies were safely put
into a hackney cabriolet by MR. BOOLEY, in
Leicester Square, London.

And now, indeed, it might have been
imagined that that roving spirit, tired of rambling
about the world, would have settled down at
home in peace and honor. Not so. After
repairing to the tubular bridge across the
Menai Straits, and accompanying Her Majesty
on her visit to Ireland (which he characterised
as 'a magnificent Exhibition'), MR. BOOLEY,
with his usual absence of preparation,
departed for Australia.

Here again, he lived out in the Bush, passing
his time chiefly among the working-gangs
of convicts who were carrying timber. He
was much impressed by the ferocious mastiffs
chained to barrels, who assist the sentries in
keeping guard over those misdoers. But he
observed that the atmosphere in this part of
the world, unlike the descriptions he had
read of it, was extremely thick, and that
objects were misty, and difficult to be
discerned. From a certain unsteadiness and
trembling, too, which he frequently remarked
on the face of Nature, he was led to conclude
that this part of the globe was subject to
convulsive heavings and earthquakes. This
caused him to return, with some precipitation.

Again at home, and probably reflecting that
the countries he had hitherto visited were
new in the history of man, this extraordinary
traveller resolved to proceed up the Nile to
the second cataract. At the next performance
of the great ceremony of 'opening the
Nile,' at Cairo, Mr. BOOLEY was present.

Along that wonderful river, associated with
such stupendous fables, and with a history more
prodigious than any fancy of man, in its vast
and gorgeous facts; among temples, palaces,
pyramids, colossal statues, crocodiles, tombs,
obelisks, mummies, sand and ruin; he
proceeded, like an opium-eater in a mighty dream.
Thebes rose before him. An avenue of two
hundred sphinxes, with not a head among
them,—one of six or eight, or ten such
avenues, all leading to a common centre,—
conducted to the Temple of Carnak: its
walls, eighty feet high and twenty-five feet
thick, a mile and three-quarters in
circumference; the interior of its tremendous hall,
occupying an area of forty-seven thousand
square feet, large enough to hold four great
Christian churches, and yet not more than
one-seventh part of the entire ruin. Obelisks
he saw, thousands of years of age, as sharp as
if the chisel had cut their edges yesterday;
colossal statues fifty-two feet high, with 'little'
fingers five feet and a half long; a very world
of ruins, that were marvellous old ruins in the
days of Herodotus; tombs cut high up in the
rock, where European travellers live solitary,
as in stony crows' nests, burning mummied
Thebans, gentle and simple,—of the dried
blood-royal maybe,—for their daily fuel, and
making articles of furniture of their dusty
coffins. Upon the walls of temples, in colors
fresh and bright as those of yesterday, he
read the conquests of great Egyptian
monarchs; upon the tombs of humbler people
in the same blooming symbols, he saw their
ancient way of working at their trades, of
riding, driving, feasting, playing games; of
marrying and burying, and performing on
instruments, and singing songs, and healing by
the power of animal magnetism, and performing