A Girl's Ride in Iceland. Mrs. Alec-Tweedie

had an octagon table made, which, having neither top nor bottom, saved any wrangling for preeminence in his family.

      Dunnet Head, which we next passed, is the most northerly point of Scotland. 'Stroma,' viz., the Orkneys, lay on our right, standing out in relief against a lovely sky—just such a picture as John Brett loves to paint.

      We were all much struck by the variety of birds in the Pentlands—wild geese, ducks, northernp. 23 divers, and puffins, with, of course, the never absent gull. What a melancholy noise the gull makes, crying sometimes exactly like a child. And yet it is a pleasing companion on a desolate expanse of water, and most amusing to watch as it dives for biscuit or anything eatable thrown to it from the ship's side. Some of the gentlemen tried to capture them with a piece of fat bacon tied to a string; but although Mr. Gull would swallow the bacon, he sternly refused to be landed.

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