truth unspoken did we not frankly admit this apprehension. It was this concern of mind, no doubt, that superinduced this child's prayer one night as we lay more asleep than awake:

Great Father, guide us on our way,

And keep us safe from every harm;

We crave Thy care from day to day,

To cheer and keep from false alarm.

Oftener than otherwise when one in sleep or in a dreamy state thinks he has said a wise or witty thing, on awakening he is surprised to find it the very opposite; but those lines appeared so fully to express our feelings and desires that, simple as they are, we put them in our note book, without, however, the remotest idea of their ever going further. If any apology is needed for copying them here, it may be found in the patent fact that we started out and have continued on a somewhat familiar plane with our readers in all that we have had to say.

Much of the time while we have been in Geneva the weather has been rainy, and it rained when we left there at half-past six on the morning of the 2d instant. We at first thought of taking Cook's tour tickets, which were offered at only about half the regular fare; but we were obliged to decline them because they were limited to ninety days-the length of time Mr. Seward said it would take to put down the rebellion. Before starting, on the day before, we procured from a restaurant a plump roast chicken, some nice bread, and a bottle of vin ordinaire, for our next day's lunch on the train-preferring to take our meal quietly in our compartment to running the chance of "a hasty plate of soup" at a restaurant outside. Knowing that we were to have the company of Mr. and Mrs. J. S. Stickney and

Rev. Mr. Sumner, a young Congregational preacher from Chicago, they, on our advice, in like manner, secured the requisite materials for "internal improvement." Rev. Mr. Frazier, from Philadelphia, on his way to Egypt, and a German gentleman were the only other occupants in our compartment. Wet as it was when we left Geneva, before we reached Culoz, two and a half hours' ride, we came out into fair weather, such as we had seldom seen for a month. The road runs along the slopes of the Jura mountains on the right bank of the Rhone, which flows through a narrow rocky valley between the Jura and Mont Vouache, where it is commanded by a French fort high up on the right. As the clouds overhead broke away, they settled down for many miles on the top and side of the Jura mountains, presenting, as the sun shone upon them, one of the most beautiful pictures of the kind we ever beheld. They were fleecy like cotton, and as from our elevated position we could see the top as well as the side of the clouds-the sky beyond forming the background-we could hardly find words to express our admiration of the tableau. Our special companion remarked that "the mountains seemed to be reluctant to lose their soft enveloping curtain so gently obscuring their peaks." The scenery all the way between Geneva and the Mont Cenis Tunnel -there must be at least twenty other tunnels on the whole route-is strikingly interesting, some of it being almost as fine as is to be seen anywhere in Switzerland. There was an examination of baggage at the French frontier, and then again at Modane, just before entering the great tunnel, near the eastern end of which, but some two hundred feet below in the valley, is a small village, where there is

a railroad junction. Our track led along the side of the mountain and directly above this village, where we had to pass over a bridge, which had evidently just been destroyed by a flood and temporarily reconstructed sufficiently to allow the train to pass. As we were on a curve, and moved very slowly, we could see the danger to which we were exposed, since, had this temporary structure given way, we should inevitably have been precipitated to the bottom of the valley. Just before reaching this bridge, we saw the guard and one or two passengers alight and run ahead as though they were apprehensive of danger, and we think it was wrong not to have allowed all the passengers to do the same. The entrance to the tunnel does not differ from those of other railroad tunnels. There is a double track, and at short intervals lamps on high posts mostly between the tracks, but occasionally at the side; and if our eyes did not deceive us, there is a narrow foot way, also at one side. We were on the left track, and passed a lighted hand car with several roadmen on it in one part of the tunnel. We were not in the least disturbed by either smoke or gas, nor did we observe any unusual closeness in the air. While passing through, all in our compartment, except the German gentleman, united in singing the "Rock of Ages," "Nearer my God to Thee,' "Shall we Gather at the River," and "The Morning Dawn is Breaking," the last at Mrs. Stickney's suggestion, just as the twilight began to pierce the darkness at the further end of the tunnel. We entered the tunnel, which is eight miles long, precisely at five minutes past five and emerged from it at twenty-eight minutes past five, thus occupying twenty-three minutes in the passage. On the as

cending grade into the heart of the mountain the train moved much slower than on the descending grade. At the highest point we were four thousand feet above the level of the sea. It was about halfpast nine in the evening when we reached Turin; and, as luck would have it, we were obliged to go to our hôtel without our baggage, except what we had in a shawl strap. Intending to return by Geneva, we left one of our valises there, taking the other, a good sized one, along with us, and this, we found. had been checked through by the express train, which parted from our train at Culoz, arriving at Turin two or three hours in advance of us. The baggage by the express train, not claimed, had been locked up for the night, and the officers of the customs had gone home; so we were obliged to wait for our valise until morning, when, with the least possible examination by those polite gentlemen with cocked hats and military cloaks, it was delivered to us.

On the third, Messrs. Stickney, Sumner, and Frazier, having gone to the valley of the Waldenses, we, in company with Mrs. Stickney, were driven for one hour through the most interesting parts of the town and across the Po, over a bridge we should think to be four hundred feet in length. This is an arched stone bridge, and a short distance further up the river there is a suspension bridge for foot passengers only. We passed many fine monuments, one of the most elaborate being that to Cavour-born 1810, died 1861. We cannot fully describe it. It consists in part of a statue of himself with that of a beautiful woman, partly kneeling, with her left arm around his waist, and eyes raised toward his face. Other figures surround the base. We have a good

photograph of it. To show the contrast between Turin and Washington, we may be pardoned for saying that the whole charge for the hour's rideour carriage was a nice one with four seats handsomely lined and cushioned-was just one franc and a half, with the addition of three sous pour boire! We are also agreeably disappointed in the beauty of the city, which is generally laid out in squares, with streets of good width, and many public squares well paved and adorned by equestrian and other monumental statues, and flanked by magnificent palaces. What we especially like about the streets is that, while they are paved for the most part with cobble stones, there are four rows of smooth stone slabs placed just wide enough apart for carriage wheels, and the sidewalks are paved with similar slabs. The buildings generally are high and handsome, and the city has altogether a modern appearance. We have seen no narrow, dirty streets, such as we find in all the old cities we have visited. On some of the streets and open squares are long rows of shops, entered from high and airy arcades.

From 1859 to 1865 Turin was the capital of Italy and the residence of the King, whose Palace here is always ready for him whenever he visits the city. We have been conducted through the Palace, which is a plain brick edifice sumptuously furnished, and we avail ourselves of the note-book of our "better half" for a description of what we saw. The pillars of the gateway to the Palace are decorated by two groups in bronze of Castor and Pollux, and in a niche in the Palace hall is an equestrian statue of Duke Victor Amadeus I.-the statue being of bronze and the horse marble, beneath which are the figures