of water, was boiling.  This was taken off, one cup of water poured out, and three cups full of the powder, after she had ascertained its impalpability between her finger and thumb, were stirred in with a stick of cinnamon.  When replaced on the fire on the point of over-boiling, it was taken off, the heel of the pot struck against the hob, and again put on the fire.  This was repeated five or six times.  I forgot to mention she added a very minute piece of mace, not enough to make its flavour distinguishable; and that the coffee-pot must be of tin, and uncovered, or it cannot form a thick cream on the surface, which it ought to do.  After it was taken, for the last time, from the fire, the cup of water, which had been poured from it, was returned.  It was then carried into the room, without being disturbed, and instantly poured into the cups, where it retained its rich cream at the top.”

“Thus made, its fragrance filled the room, and nothing could be more delicious to the palate.  So far from its being a long and tedious process, as it may appear in narrating, old Kamalia allowed herself only two minutes for each person; so that from the time of her leaving the room to her return, no more than eight minutes had elapsed.”

To interesting sketches we can only add a scene of sea sport off Fort Rotterdam, at Macassar, an island between Java and Borneo; shaped like a huge tarantula, a small body, with four disproportionately long legs, which stretch into the sea in narrow and lengthened peninsulas.  The locale is

Shark’s Bay.

“My hawk-eyed Arab now pointed out to me a line of dark spots, moving rapidly in the water, rounding the arm of the sea, and entering the great bay.  At first I thought they were canoes capsized, coming in keel uppermost; but the Arab declared they were sharks, and said, ’The bay is called Shark’s Bay; and their coming in from the sea is an infallible sign of bad weather.’  A small pocket-telescope convinced me they were large blue sharks.  I counted eight; their fins and sharp backs were out of the water.  After sailing majestically up the great bay till they came opposite the mouth of a smaller one, they turned towards it in a regular line; one the largest I had seen any where, taking the lead, like an admiral.  He had attained the entrance, with the other seven following, when some monsters arose from the bottom, near the shore, where he had been lurking, opposed his further progress, and a conflict instantly ensued.  The daring assailant I distinguished to be a sword-fish, or sea-unicorn, the knight-errant of the sea, attacking every thing in its domain; his head is as hard and as rough as a rock, out of the centre of which grows horizontally an ivory spear, longer and far tougher than any warrior’s lance; with this weapon he fights.  The shark, with a jaw larger and stronger than a crocodile’s, with a mouth deeper and more capacious, strikes also with his tail, in tremendous force and rapidity, enabling