Sunbury American

TRAVELLING IN ENGLAND.

J. Bayard Taylor, author of an interesting book entitled 'Views Afoot,' estimates his expenses for travelling two years in England, Ireland, Scotland, France, Switzerland, Germany and Italy including voyage out and back, board, lodging, amusements, guides fees, passports, etc. at $500! The Literary World thinks this statement should be a temptation to those who are worn out with the monotony of a city life, to travel. We have met with a great many people in Europe who were induced to 'see the elephant' under just such impressions as the statement of Mr. Taylor would give, and who were not a little astonished to find their anticipated expenses multiplied by twos and threes. A man must have a very small appetite, and possess the virtue of self-denial in an extraordinary degree, to get over the ground in the manner our author did. Two years' travel and residence in Europe cost us $1500, and almost every man who has been abroad looks upon us as an economical wonder when we tell the story. $500! A man must have his eye-teeth cut, and be sharp as a razor generally, to get through England, Ireland, and Scotland, for that. The way the English stick their fists into a stranger's pocket, ain't to be beat. A Yankee is only a flea bite to an Englishman in real systematic gouging.

We saw his illustrated beautifully on the line of railroad from Birmingham to London.

Soup is served out in pint bowls for sixpence a bowl, at most of the wood and water places. A stranger jumps from the cars, drops a sixpence on the counter, grasps the spoon, whips it into his mouth... he whips it out again with an oath big enough to scare the engine off the track. It is red-hot! 'All ready?' sings out the conductor-and the poor man hears the dash of his bowl of soup into the pot, as he runs like a greyhound, to secure his seat before the train shall be off.

The pot gets filled again with the full bowls of soup, and is put aside, to be heated over for the down train from London. We have no doubt the same soup we saw sizzling over a bed of bituminous coal at Wolverhampton, three years ago, is doing its owner good service at the present time. The hotels are outrageous. Not wishing to be troubled by a host of begging servants at the 'Grecian hotel,' where we stopped at Liverpool, we told the landlord to charge what was right for chambermaid, waiters, and boots, in the bill, but he was so much more liberal with our money than we should have been, that we determined to be our own clerk another time.

Besides, we didn't save our bacon, by any means, by the manoeuvre, for when we shewed symptoms of leaving, the servants were down upon us as thick as fleas in Bagdad.

Reader don't start, if you know on which side your bread is buttered, for Europe, with only $500 in your pocket.-Boston Olive Branch.