than the rest, who stepped forward, and
said, " Von an sixpens."

The streets of Christiania are broad and
straight; they are generally built at right
angles, and, moreover, generally possess the
great advantage to a stranger of bearing their
names distinctly inscribed at every corner. But
oh, the pavement! At the best, it is a
rough-pitched pavement; frequently this is
destroyed; it lies neglected, and develops pools
filled with soft mud, into which carriages
sink with a jolt, and from which they
afterwards clear themselves with another jolt.
The foot-passenger is often sorely puzzled
how to cross the street with a dry foot and an
unsplashed garment, even on one of the dry
days in summer.

On the day after our arrival we accepted
the invitation of a Norwegian gentleman to
drink tea at his country-house, about a
mile and a half from the town. We agreed
to meet him at an early hour in the afternoon,
at his house of business, where he promised
that his carriage should be waiting to drive
us along a new road then being formed beside
the Fjord, before it took us to his villa. We
accordingly, at the appointed time, picked
the best way we could to the said
town-house. We found it after passing through a
narrow gateway, which led into a court of no
great size, thickly hung with tapestry; in
fact, almost plugged up with linen there
exposed to dry. Our kind host and his little
son were ready for us, and the carriage was
in waiting. The carriage had a wonderfully
tumble-down appearance, and creaked in a
boding manner as we took our places; my
friend and myself behind, Herr Jehu and his
son on the box. With the most consummate
skill, Herr Jehu drove out of the little yard,
dexterously avoiding a sharp corner, guarded
by a projecting post. We turned into the
street in grand style, rattling over the stones
with vigour. The clatter of our wheels
overwhelmed and silenced all the clatter of our
tongues. Before we had driven twenty yards
the fore-wheels went down into some depths,
but righted; the hind-wheels following into
the same depths, there remained buried. Our
host turned round to see what was the matter;
then he got down to take a closer view, quietly
observing, " I think something must be
broken." The axle-pin had been snapped in
two. Herr Jehu begged us to descend, and
sent his little boy to find a smith.

A CHILD'S FUNERAL AT DRAMMEN.

While detained at the Hôtel de Scandinavie,
I was much interested in watching the
ceremonies attendant on the funeral of a child at
a house nearly opposite. My attention was
first attracted to a couple of men who were
planting two young fir-trees firmly in the
ground on each side of the door. They then
proceeded to strew the road before the house
thickly with fir-boughs. Presently the
mourners who had by degrees assembled in
the house, re-appeared, bearing the coffin on
a bier. The coffin was a little oblong chest
with a raised lid ; it was painted white, and
had a black cross on the lid and on the
headboard. A chaplet of flowers lay upon it, and
there were a few flowers scattered in the
doorway. The mourners moved off slowly in
pairs, to a church not far distant ; there was
no sound of bell, and after a very short
interval, they returned to the house before
dispersing.

We remained only one night at Drammen,
and drove the next morning in a hired
carriage to Hongsund, a little village on the
Drammen river, just below a famous salmon-leap.
I have a friend whose servant met us
at this place with two carrioles; the carriole
is the universal summer conveyance of the
Norwegians. It is a long carriage without
springs, set on exceedingly long shafts; it
holds one person only in the body, and it has
a board behind, which accommodates luggage
or a driver. It runs upon very large wheels, and
is very well adapted to the rough mountainous
roads of the country. In the two carrioles
we placed ourselves; and after travelling
another Norsk mile — which is equal to about
seven miles English — we arrived at the junction
of the Drammen and Simoa rivers. Here
we crossed by a ferry, which plied just under
a glorious waterfall on the one hand, and
just over a smaller cascade on the other hand,
whereof the spray rose and fell above the
surface of the water. Some picturesque mill
and farm-buildings marked out the landing-place;
the distance was on all sides bounded
by hills, and mills, and waterfalls; and
carrioles, and ferrymen, and travellers, were all
in a glow under the red light of sunset.

Again starting on our road, we were in
half-an-hour at my friend's house. There we
were greeted in the Norsk fashion; they had
surrounded the doorway of the house with
flowers in honour of our arrival. Large
festoons of the gay wildflowers with which
Norway abounds, were fastened on each side,
while from the centre was suspended a wreath,
within which were displayed my initials (be
it known, I am a lady) in Forget-me-Nots.
The whole household was collected at the
door under the flowers, to receive the guests
with hospitable smiles.

OUR TOTAL ECLIPSE PIC-NIC PARTY.

On the morning of the 28th of July, 1851,
we were anxiously interested in the state of
the weather. Norway has not a very settled
climate; and showers, sunshine, and mist, in
rapid alternation for some days beforehand,
had made it doubtful whether we should be
edified by the Eclipse, which many travellers
from England had come out to see in its
perfection.

The steamer which conveyed the greater
part of the wise men, and some of the curious,
to Norway on this occasion, presented an odd
scene. The " passengers' luggage " was of an