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ONCE A WEEK.

[October 22,  1859.

pools of  water  on  the  great  ice-fields  as  well  as on  the  land  are  again  firmly  frozen  over. The wild fowl  and  their  offspring  are  seen  hastening south; the plumage  of  the  ptarmigan  and  willow grouse are  already  plentifully  sprinkled  with white; the mountain-tops  and  ravines  are already loaded  with  snow,  which  will  not  melt away for  twelve  long  months. Enough has  been done to  satisfy  the  leaders  that  a further  advance this season  will  be  impossible. Winter quarters

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must be  sought; there  is  none  nearer  that  they know of  than  Beechey  Island;  the  “Erebus’* and “Terror”  bear  away  for  it. Fortune favours them, they  are  not  caught  in  the  fatal  grip  of the  winter-pack,  and  drifted  out  into  the  Atlantic, as many  subsequent  voyagers  have  been. Their haven is  reached,  and  with  hearty  cheers  the ships are  warped  into  Erebus  and  Terror  Bay, and arrangements  rapidly  made  to  meet  the coming winter  of  1845-46. tinned.)

COLDSTREAM.

large party  is assembled  to  cele- brate the feast  of ' St.  Partridge  at Ravelstoke  Hall,  an old  country  house about two  miles distant from  the north- west coast  of Devon. The vari- ous branches of English  society  are very fairly  repre- sented by its  com- ponent parts. There are  two peers, three  mem- bers of the  lower house, some Guardsmen, some undergraduates, a clergyman,  and  a lieutenant  in  the navy. But our  hero is not  a representa- tive man: yet he belongs  to  a class which, called  into existence by  the  ac- cumulated wealth of the  nineteenth century, is  ever  on the  increase.

Frederick Ty- rawley resembles Sir Charles  Cold- stream, inasmuch as he  has  been everywhere and done everything; but he  is  by  no means  used  up,  and can still  take  an

interest in  whatever  his  hand  finds  to  do. Nor is  his  everything  everybody  else’s  everything. It is not  bounded  by  Jerusalem  and  the  pyramids.

Mr. Tyrawley  has  fought  in  more  than  one  state  of  South  America,  and  has  wandered  for  more than two  years  from  isle  to  isle  of  the  Pacific. A mysterious reputation  hovers  round  him. He is supposed  to  have  done  many  things,  but  no  one  is  very  clear  what  they  are; and  it  is  not  likely  that much information  on  the  point  will  be  obtained  from  him,  for  he  seldom  talks  much,  and  never speaks of  himself. His present  mission  appears  to  be  to  kill  partridges,  play  cricket,  and  dress himself. Not that  it  must  be  supposed  that  he  has  ever  been  in  the  habit  of  wearing  less  clothing than the  custom  of  the  country  in  which  he  may  have  been  located  required; but  only  that  at  the