Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1864, by Ticknorand Fields, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of theDistrict of Massachusetts.
A TALK ABOUT GUIDES.
THE KALIF OF BALDACCA.
LIFE ON THE SEA ISLANDS.
A FAST-DAY AT FOXDEN.
PROSPICE.
WASHINGTON IRVING.
THE RIM.
THE NEVA.
ROBSON.
THE PARALLEL ROADS OF GLEN ROY, IN SCOTLAND.
UNDER THE CLIFF.
SEVEN WEEKS IN THE GREAT YO-SEMITE.
HOUSE AND HOME PAPERS.
SHAKSPEARE.
HOW TO USE VICTORY.
REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES.
RECENT AMERICAN PUBLICATIONS
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Talk about guides! Let Independence, Self-Conceit, and Go-aheadundervalue them, if they will; but I, Sola Fœmina, (for that is thename I go by,) of Ignorance, (the place I hail from,) casting up myunbalanced accounts, (with a view to settling,) find a large credit dueto this class of individuals, which (though I have not the means tomeet) I have no intention to repudiate.
Now and then, to be sure, I, S. F., have been reminded in my journeyingsof poor dear E., whose lively spirit was so chafed by the exactions madeupon his purse and his temper at the hands of this imperturbable race,that at last he turned, like a stag at bay, and vented all his wrath inthe face of a startled old woman by the abrupt and emphatic query,"What'll you take to clear out?"
Still, dogmatic and prosing as they sometimes proved, my experience onthe whole was favorable; and from the motherly old portress of theEnglish church at Honeybourne, who fed me with bread and butter underher cottage-roof, and sent me away laden with garden-flowers and ablessing, to faithful Michel, who held me over the blue fissures of theglaciers that I might get a glimpse of their secret waterfalls, whogathered violets for me on the margin of the icy sea, and, when I hadcarelessly dropped them by the way, treasured up the faded things torestore them to me at nightfall,—from the aged woman, with her "Goodbye till we meet in heaven," to the rough mountaineer, with his heartyhand-pressure and God-speed at parting, I would not willingly lose onelink out of the chain of such fast friends which stretched along my way.
There is Warwick Castle,—a written history, no doubt, to scholars, amine of weal