nails so overgrown, and with a face so hideous, that they grievously suspected him to be Satan himself in propria persona. Andrada mentions the lofty pines, pear-trees, rose-bushes, and other European plants, on the mountains; the rope bridges, and the vaults of snow from which the river issued near Badrinath, where the boys were observed to suck it like sugar.

Here they were told that the passage over the mountains could only be effected two months in the year. Andrada however was impatient, and set out on the journey. The party had not proceeded far when the guide was overtaken by three mountaineers, sent after them by the King of Serinagur, who informed him, that his wife and children had been thrown into prison, and that nothing but his immediate return could save their lives. The departure of the guide, however, did not damp the ardour of Audrada, who, after some inquiry as to the route, determined to proceed.

The sufferings endured during this journey are described as almost beyond human endurance. The snow took them up usually to the knees, sometimes to the breasts and shoulders, and they were often obliged to throw themselves along as if swimming, that they might sink less deep. This toil, and the laborious leaps which it was needful to make, covered them with cold sweats. At night, having only snow to sleep upon, they laid one cloak below and two above; but the snow fell so thick, that though touching, they could not see each other, and they were obliged to be always shaking their coverlets, that they might not be buried beneath it. The wind, at the same time, blew superlatively cold. They had a mortal loathing at food, such as they had never experienced in any disease, and which made eating be felt as a thing impossible; yet it was above all things necessary that they should eat something, otherwise the cold could never be resisted. At length all feeling was lost in the hands and feet, so that when an accident struck off a piece of Andrada's finger, he knew it by the bleeding only, not by any sense of pain: and afterwards, hot coals were applied to the feet without being felt. Andrada being the only one who retained any portion of vigour, he was obliged to dress and undress his companions, to cover and uncover them, and even put the meat into their mouths.

'At length, through all these sufferings and privations, they reached the summit of the Himmaleh, and saw beneath their feet a great lake (probably the Mansarowar), which they supposed, though by mistake, to be the common source of the Ganges, and of another great stream that flowed through Thibet. The mountains were now passed, and the immense plain of Thibet lay stretched before them. But what was their horror, when, instead of any patent or accessible track, they saw, far as the eye could reach, only one unbroken sheet of snow. They had no longer any signal by which their course could be guided. Wherever they turned their eyes, they saw no path, no land-mark, nothing but an unvaried and boundless white. At this spectacle, their hearts died en

tirely

tirely within them. Andrada saw at last that it was vain to attempt dragging through his companions, but proposed that they should return, leaving him to search a way for himself. At this proposal, he says, all the three began to cry like children. They appealed to himself whether it was possible for them to travel a day without his aid. He agreed therefore to return, and they made their way back through a train of similar hardships, somewhat mitigated, however, by the approach of a more genial season. Before reaching the village, they met persons who informed them that the King of Sirinagur had sent permission for them to proceed. Some rest, however, was necessary after such horrible fatigues; and they made use of this interval to send a messenger to the King of Thibet, announcing their intended visit. The king, hearing they were a sort of persons quite different from any he had yet seen, gave notice that they would be welcome. They made their journey in the company of the caravan.'-vol. i. pp. 431–433.

M. Provost, in the French collection of voyages, (servilely following the compiler of the work known under the name of Astley's Voyages, who as servilely follows Bentinck,) attempts to throw discredit on the travels of Andrada, because he mentions the lake on the other side of the Himalaya, as the common source of the Ganges, and the other great stream flowing through Thibet

whereas, it is well known,' says the sagacious critic, that the Indus and all the other rivers of India (except the Ganges) have their sources in India itself.' The extract which we have given places the authenticity of the narrative beyond the possibility of doubt.*

A bolder undertaking than even that of Andrada was the journey of GRUEBER and DORVILLE, two Jesuit missionaries, who, leaving Pekin in the summer of 1661, proceeded, by Tangut, Lassa and Nepal, to the court of the Great Mogul. Their route is not easily traced; but, after leaving Lassa, they came to the foot of the mountain Langur, which is described as the loftiest in the world, and the air on its summit so subtle as to be almost unfit to breathe: the road was tremendous, and impassable either by wheel carriages or cattle. On descending the other side, a journey of five days brought them to the first town of Nepal, and five days more to Catmandu, the capital. Thus, there can be no question of these daring adventurers having crossed that part of the Himaleh behind Nepal.

The last we shall mention are HIPPOLITO, DESIDERI, and MANUEL FREYE, who left Delhi in 1714, on a mission to Thibet. After scrambling up rugged mountains and crossing rapid torrents, over which they were frequently dragged by being made

The work is now become rare. Its title is Novo Descobrimento de grao Cattayo en dos Reinos de Tibet.' Printed in Lisbon in 1626.

fast

fast to a cow's tail, they reached Cashmere, where Desideri fell sick on his recovery they again set forward, in the month of May, and crossed the lofty mountain of Kantel, covered with snow: of this passage, the dangers of which, Desideri says, he never could contemplate without horror, such a dreadful account is given as fully to justify his feelings.

Thus we have instances of this formidable barrier being crossed at three several points, and, we have little doubt, it may be crossed in many more. Indeed we have before us an account of a most interesting journey by Lieutenant Gerard, of the Bengal Infantry, who has recently penetrated through the Busscher country into Thibet by a pass named Brooang, not very distant from the ravine of the Sutlej, the crest of which he found by his barometer to be more than fifteen thousand feet above the level of the sea: and in corroboration of the anomaly which we have had frequent occasion to notice as taking place in these elevated regions, we may mention that he found the blue-bell (campanula) growing, in full flower, at this extraordinary elevation, in lat. 31° 23′. On reaching the first Tartar villages on these plains, the simple inhabitants viewed the stranger with the utmost astonishment, having never before seen an European. At a small town, called Shipké, the party was waited on by some Chinese officers, who brought them presents of provisions; but at the same time the principal officer showed them a roll of paper, with Chinese characters, as his instructions to suffer no strangers to enter the country; and plainly intimated that, if they persisted, the loss of his head would be the consequence. Mr. Moorcroft too is engaged in a second attempt to cross the Himaleh; he had arrived at Badrinath, and prevailed on the officiating Brahmins to allow him to send down to Calcutta four large sheets of copper, covered with small deep-cut characters, of a language which he was wholly unacquainted with, but which he was willing to suppose might contain a history of the temples, and, perhaps, some account of the worship of Budh: the Brahmins were wholly ignorant of their meaning.

We shall not detain our readers longer with the progressive knowledge of the Asiatic continent and islands. Suffice it to say, that from the moment it was discovered that the Eastern world was approachable by sea from the Atlantic, and that our adventurous countrymen had passed through Russia to Persia, and from thence to India, the great geographical outline of Asia began to assume a correct shape, which has, since the commencement of the seventeenth century, been progressively and uninterruptedly filling To the Jesuit missionaries, who established themselves in China, the highest praise is due for the admirable chart of this vast empire, constructed by them after a laborious survey of ten years; of

up.

the

the neighbouring empire of India, however, the correct geography is wholly due to our countrymeu.

What yet remains to be obtained, is a knowledge of the line of country extending from the extreme point of the Malayan peninsula, near the equator, directly north to the 40th parallel of latitude, in the country of the Eleuth Tartars. It comprehends the countries of Arracan, Ava, Pegu, Siam, Tsiompa, Cambodia, all intersected by immense rivers, that, rising in the mountains of Great Thibet, and extending to the north-west, along the frontier of China, pour their fertilizing streams through every part of that immense empire. Among the numerous islands of the Eastern Archipelago, Borneo, (next to New Holland in size,) Celebes, and Papua may be considered as utterly unknown; and we see little prospect at present of any useful researches being extended into the interior of these fertile and, we believe, populous regions.

ART. IV. A Treatise on Adulterations of Food and Culinary Poisons, exhibiting the fraudulent Sophistications of Bread, Beer, Wine, Spirituous Liquors, Tea, Coffee, Cream, Confectionary, Vinegar, Mustard, Pepper, Cheese, Olive Oil, Pickles, and other Articles employed in Domestic Economy, and Methods of detecting them. By Frederick Accum, &c. &c. &c. pp. 371. 12mo. London. 1820. 'I HOLD,' says Sir Thomas Brown, that there is a Phytognomy, or Physiognomy, not onely of men, but of plants and vegetables, and, in every one of them, some outward figures which hang as signes or bushes of their inward forms.' Through the whole course of our critical labours, we have never yet had occasion to review the outside of a book; sometimes, indeed, we are facetiously told that we do not read the inside; but the exterior of the present volume forces itself upon our attention: it carries death and destruction on the blue cover, and within

arsnike,

Vitriol, Salttartre, Argale, Alkaly,

and a thousand other hideous and unutterable things.

If our author is not acquainted with the works of a certain noted chemist Selden, which (no offence to his reading) we rather suspect to be the case, his natural wit has taught him that 'to preach long, loud and damnation,' is the way to attract notice. The stag who canuot be enticed into the snare with the ordinary baits, is frightened into it by loud shouts and a formidable string of feathers; and those who would not, perhaps, be induced to purchase Mr. Accum's book by the simple annunciation of its

subject,

subject, may be driven to the perusal of it by the terrific emblems which he has placed in full display before them.

But it is Mr. Accum's business to create alarm, if we are not greatly mistaken, and it is part of our's to see that he does not create more than he feels himself. If he buys his bread at the baker's, and his wine at the vintner's, why should not his readers? when he gives up eating and drinking, we will do the same. That he has excited the fears of the brave, and the terrors of the wise, is nevertheless certain.

That we are surrounded with death (as Mr. Accum says) in the midst of our enjoyments, is undoubtedly true; it is pretty much the same, we suspect, where there are no enjoyments at all. But all our poisons are not 'culinary;' nor, indeed, notwithstanding Mr. Accum's title page, are his own limited to the porridge pot: the very air we breathe is poisonous, and alas! Mr. Accum, with—

his corrosive waters,

His crosslets, crucibles, and cucurbites, can neither detect the poison nor purge it. In every breeze we draw in the seeds of sciatica, catarrh, peripneumony, fever, dysentery, consumption and plague. Again, the best of turtle cooked in a platina kettle; venison that never strayed but from the forest to the spit; eggs, whose shells no chemical drugs could ever penetrate; Chateau-margot and Sillery, pure from their vegetable founts, give us the gout, the dropsy, the palsy, the apoplexy, and the stone.

But nature boon' carries us safe over these and many other shoals that lie in the voyage of life. The 'silver cord' will not crack though we drink horse beans for coffee, and, for tea, ash leaves transmuted by sheep's dung, verdigris, and stone blue; though we snuff sal ammoniac, pounded glass, and hellebore, for tobacco; and though we swallow carbonic acid from the lungs of a diseased butcher in the shape of loins of veal.—If these things are, and are so terrific, it would, doubtless, be very convenient to have the stomach of Dr. Clarke's Constantinopolitan friend Solyman, to whom an ounce of corrosive sublimate was only a comfortable dram: but till Mr. Accum can accommodate us with this, what is to be done? Including himself, there are about twenty chemists in England; and about two millions of people who are exposed to poison by wine and custard, seven by ale and porter, and the whole population by bread, water, and small beer. Out of these, how many can have Mr. Accum at their elbow, with his hydrosulphuretted muriatic water, his filtres, his crucibles, his ammonia, his muriate of barytes, and his chemical knowledge? How many can command the other nineteen? Un

doubtedly,