skindeep called upon popanilla on the following morning in an elegant equipage, and with great politeness proposed to attend him in a drive about the city.

the island of vraibleusia is one hundred and fifty miles in circumference, two-thirds of which are covered by the city of hubbabub. it contains no other city, town, or village. the rest of the island consists of rivers, canals, and railroads. popanilla was surprised when he was informed that hubbabub did not contain more than five millions of inhabitants; but his surprise was decreased when their journey occasionally lay through tracts of streets, consisting often of capacious mansions entirely tenantless. on seeking an explanation of this seeming desolation, he was told that the hubbabubians were possessed by a frenzy of always moving on, westward; and that consequently great quarters of the city are perpetually deserted. even as skindeep was speaking their passage was stopped by a large caravan of carriages and wagons heavily laden with human creatures and their children and chattels. on skindeep inquiring the cause of this great movement, he was informed by one on horseback, who seemed to be the leader of the horde, that they were the late dwellers in sundry squares and streets situated far to the east; that their houses having been ridiculed by an itinerant balladeer, the female part of the tribe had insisted upon immediately quitting their unfashionable fatherland; and that now, after three days’ journey, they had succeeded in reaching the late settlement of a horde who had migrated to the extreme west.

quitting regions so subject to revolutions and vicissitudes, the travellers once more emerged into quarters of a less transitory reputation; and in the magnificent parks, the broad streets, the ample squares, the palaces, the triumphal arches, and the theatres of occidental hubbabub, popanilla lost those sad and mournful feelings which are ever engendered by contemplating the gloomy relics of departed greatness. it was impossible to admire too much the architecture of this part of the city. the elevations were indeed imposing. in general, the massy egyptian appropriately graced the attic-stories; while the finer and more elaborate architecture of corinth was placed on a level with the eye, so that its beauties might be more easily discovered. spacious colonnades were flanked by porticoes, surmounted by domes; nor was the number of columns at all limited, for you occasionally met with porticos of two tiers, the lower one of which consisted of three, the higher one of thirty columns. pedestals of the purest ionic gothic were ingeniously intermixed with palladian pediments; and the surging spire exquisitely harmonised with the horizontal architecture of the ancients. but perhaps, after all, the most charming effect was produced by the pyramids, surmounted by weather-cocks.

popanilla was particularly pleased by some chimneys of caryatides, and did not for a moment hesitate in assenting to the assertion of skindeep that the vraibleusians were the most architectural nation in the world. true it was, they had begun late; their attention as a people having been, for a considerable time, attracted to much more important affairs; but they had compensated for their tardy attention by their speedy excellence. *

* see a work which will be shortly published, entitled, ‘the

difference detected between architecture and parchitecture,’

by sansovino the second.

before they returned home skindeep led popanilla to the top of a tower, from whence they had a complete view of the whole island. skindeep particularly directed the captain’s attention to one spot, where flourished, as he said, the only corn-fields in the country, which supplied the whole nation, and were the property of one individual. so unrivalled was his agricultural science that the vulgar only accounted for his admirable produce by a miraculous fecundity! the proprietor of these hundred golden acres was a rather mysterious sort of personage. he was an aboriginal inhabitant, and, though the only one of the aborigines in existence, had lived many centuries, and, to the consternation of some of the vraibleusians and the exultation of others, exhibited no signs of decay. this awful being was without a name. when spoken of by his admirers he was generally described by such panegyrical periphrases as ‘soul of the country,’ ‘foundation of the state,’ ‘the only real, and true, and substantial being;’ while, on the other hand, those who presumed to differ from those sentiments were in the habit of styling him ‘the dead weight,’ ‘the vampire,’ ‘the night-mare,’ and other titles equally complimentary. they also maintained that, instead of being either real or substantial, he was, in fact, the most flimsy and fictitious personage in the whole island; and then, lashing themselves up into metaphor, they would call him a meteor, or a vapour, or a great windy bubble, that would some day burst.

the aboriginal insisted that it was the common law of the land that the islanders should purchase their corn only of him. they grumbled, but he growled; he swore that it was the constitution of the country; that there was an uninterrupted line of precedents to confirm the claim; and that, if they did not approve of the arrangement, they and their fathers should not have elected to have settled, or presumed to have been spawned, upon his island. then, as if he were not desirous of resting his claim on its mere legal merits, he would remind them of the superiority of his grain, and the impossibility of a scarcity, in the event of which calamity an insular people could always find a plentiful though temporary resource in sea-weed. he then clearly proved to them that, if ever they had the imprudence to change any of their old laws, they would necessarily never have more than one meal a day as long as they lived. finally, he recalled to their recollection that he had made the island what it was, that he was their mainstay, and that his counsel and exertions had rendered them the wonder of the world. thus, between force, and fear, and flattery, the vraibleusians paid for their corn nearly its weight in gold; but what did that signify to a nation with so many pink shells!