young man, since married to Miss L. B.,
protected that young lady in an obnoxious
manner. "O here's a go!" Young B.
continued to cry without intermission, "If I
an't a jolly Medium, father! Here's a go!
There'll be a Tipping presently, father. Look
out for the table!" Now mark the Tipping.
The table tipped so violently as to strike
Mr. B. a good half-dozen times on his bald
head while he was looking under it; which
caused Mr. B. to come out with great agility,
and rub it with much tenderness (I refer to
his head), and to imprecate it with much
violence (I refer to the table). I observed
that the tipping of the table was uniformly
in the direction of the magnetic current;
that is to say, from south to north, or from
young B. to Mr. B. I should have made some
further observations on this deeply interesting
point, but that the table suddenly
revolved, and tipped over on myself, bearing me
to the ground with a force increased by the
momentum imparted to it by young B., who
came over with it in a state of mental
exaltation, and could not be displaced for
some time. In the interval, I was aware of
being crushed by his weight and the table's,
and also of his constantly calling out to his
sister and the obnoxious young man, that he
foresaw there would be another Tipping
presently.

None such, however, took place. He
recovered after taking a short walk with
them in the dark, and no worse effects of the
very beautiful experience with which we had
been favoured, were perceptible in him during
the rest of the evening, than a slight tendency
to hysterical laughter, and a noticeable
attraction (I might almost term it fascination)
of his left hand, in the direction of his
heart or waistcoat-pocket.

Was this, or was it not a case of Tipping?
Will the sceptic and the scoffer reply?

WANDERINGS IN INDIA.

I WAS twelve days marching from Bijnore
to Umballah, and, by keeping away from the
high-road, I did not see during my journey a
single European face. I moved entirely
amongst the people, or rather the peasantry,
of the upper provinces of India; a very poor
and very ignorant peasantry, but, comparatively
speaking, civil and honest. Sham
made a much greater impression upon them
than I did; mounted on his pony, and
drest in very gay attire—a purple velvet
tunic, pyjamahs of red silk trimmed with gold
lace, a turban of very gorgeous aspect, and
shoes embroidered all over with silver. He
had more the appearance of a young rajah or
prince, than a gentleman's servant. And
Sham talked to his countrymen—if the
wretched Hindoos could be so called—in a
lofty strain which vastly amused me, though
I did not approve of it. I said nothing,
however. As for the camp arrangements, he had
completely taken them out of my hands; and
he was so much better manager than myself
that I was well content that it should be so;
all that was left to me was to name the hour
for departing from an encampment-ground
and the next spot whereon I wished my tents
pitched.

It was past six o'clock on the morning of
the twentieth of April, when I came within a
few miles of Umballah. The mornings and
the nights were still cool; but, in the day,
the heat was beginning to be very severe.
However, after taking my coffee and making
my toilet, I caused my pony to be re-saddled,
and, followed by Sham mounted on his pony,
rode into the cantonments, inquiring my
way, as I went along, of the various
servants who were moving about. I eventually
found myself at the door of a bungalow which
was tenanted by a very old friend and
distant connection of mine. He was an officer
in one of her Majesty's regiments of foot
then stationed at Umballah.

"You will sleep here, of course, during
your stay," he said; "but you are the guest
of the mess, remember. We have settled all
that, and we will go up in the buggy
presently to deposit your pasteboard in the mess
reading-room. I will point out to you where
you will always find your knife and fork, and
I will introduce to you all the servants—the
mess-sergeant especially."

I must now digress for a brief while, in
order to give the uninitiated reader some idea
of Indian etiquette as it exists amongst
Europeans, members of society. In other
countries, or, at all events, in England, when
a gentleman goes to take up his abode, for a
long or a short period, in a strange locality, it
is usual for the residents, if they desire to
show him any civility or make his acquaintance,
to call upon him in the first instance.
In India, the reverse is the case. The
stranger must make his round of calls, if he
wishes to know the residents; and, what is
more, he must leave his cards on the mess,
"for the colonel and officers of her Majesty's
——- Regiment." You may leave a card on
every officer in the regiment, from the senior
colonel down to the junior ensign; and each
of them may, and possibly will, invite you to
his private board; but, if you omit to leave a
card on the mess, it would be a gross breach
of decorum in any member of the mess to
invite you to dine at the mess-table, because
you have "not left a card on the mess."
And not only to the royal regiments does the
rule pertain, but to every regiment in India,
and to every brigade of artillery.

Having left my cards at the mess of the
regiment to which my friend belonged, I was
driven to the mess-house of the——- Dragoons,
where another expenditure of cards was
incurred; then, to the mess-houses of the two
native infantry regiments, and the mess-house
of the native cavalry regiment. I was then
whisked off to the house of General Sir