HELVOETSLUYS.

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Helvoetsluys;—it was the first of April,which seemed a bad omen at the outset ofm y tour. We all breakfasted together atHobson’s, the English house, and 1 foundgreat difficulty in getting permission to pro-ceed further, having in my haste forgottento procure a passport in London . How-ever, by the kind interference of some ofmy fellow passengers, the obstacle was re-moved, and taking a survey of this stronglyfortified, but dirty fishing town, we ob-tained a conveyance to the Brill, a prettyneat town about six miles from Helvoet.Here, after enormous contributions beinglevied upon us by the women who carriedour luggage to the boat, we crossed by theferry barge to a wretched island calledRosenburg, about two miles broad, and em-barking again reachedMaeslandsluys,where,after devouring all that they could set be-fore us,

“ Le regal fat petit et sans beaucoup d'appr&ts,”

we agreed with a waterman to convey us toDelft in a schuyt.

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