ledyard, the great new england traveller, and mungo park, the scotch one; of all men, they possessed the least assurance in the parlor. but perhaps the mere crossing of siberia in a sledge drawn by dogs as ledyard did, or the taking a long solitary walk on an empty stomach, in the negro heart of africa, which was the sum of poor mungo’s performances—this kind of travel, i say, may not be the very best mode of attaining a high social polish. still, for the most part, that sort of thing is to be had anywhere.