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etc., belonging to the English." "Very good, pupil Toline. And now for Africa." "Africa comprises two chief colonies--the Cape on the south, capital Capetown; and on the west the English settlements, chief city, Sierra Leone." "Capital!" said Paganel, beginning to enter into this perfectly taught but Anglo-colored fanciful geography. "As to Algeria, Morocco, Egypt--they are all struck out of the Britannic cities." "Let us pass on, pray, to America." "It is divided," said Toline, promptly, "into North and South America. The former belongs to the English in Canada, New Brunswick, New Scotland, and the United States, under the government of President Johnson." "President Johnson," cried Paganel, "the successor of the great and good Lincoln, assassinated by a mad fanatic of the slave party. Capital; nothing could be better. And as to South America, with its Guiana, its archipelago of South Shetland, its Georgia, Jamaica, Trinidad, etc., that belongs to the English, too! Well, I'll not be the one to dispute that point! But, Toline, I should like to know your opinion of Europe, or rather your professor's." "Europe?" said Toline not at all understanding Paganel's excitement. "Yes, Europe! Who does Europe belong to?" "Why, to the English," replied Toline, as if the fact was quite settled. "I much doubt it," returned Paganel. "But how's that, Toline, for I want to know that?" "England, Ireland, Scotland, Malta, Jersey and Guern-sey, the Ionian Islands, the Hebrides, the Shetlands, and the Orkneys." "Yes, yes, my lad; but there are other states you forgot to mention." "What are they?" replied the child, not the least disconcerted. "Spain, Russia, Austria, Prussia, France," answered Paganel. "They are provinces, not states," said Toline. "Well, that beats all!" exclaimed Paganel, tearing off his spectacles. "Yes," continued the child. "Spain--capital, Gibraltar." "Admirable! perfect! sublime! And France, for I am French, and I should like to know to whom I belong." "France," said Toline, quietly, "is an English province; chief city, Calais." "Calais!" cried Paganel. "So you think Calais still belongs to the English?" "Certainly." "And that it is the capital of France?" "Yes, sir; and it is there that the Governor, Lord Napo-leon, lives." This was too much for Paganel's risible faculties. He burst out laughing. Toline did not know what to make of him. He had done his best to answer every question put to him. But the singularity of the answers were not his blame; indeed, he never imagined anything singular about them. However, he took it all quietly, and waited for the professor to recover himself. These peals of laughter were quite incomprehensible to him. "You see," said Major McNabbs, laughing, "I was right. The pupil could enlighten you after all." "Most assuredly, friend Major," replied the geographer. "So that's the way they teach geography in Melbourne! They do it well, these professors in the Normal School! Europe, Asia, Africa, America, Oceanica, the whole world belongs to the English. My conscience! with such an ingenious education it is no wonder the natives submit. Ah, well, Toline, my boy, does the moon belong to England, too?" "She will, some day," replied the young savage, gravely. This was the climax. Paganel could not stand any more. He was obliged to go away and take his laugh out, for he was actually exploding with mirth, and he went fully a quarter of a mile from the encampment before his equilibrium was restored. Meanwhile, Glenarvan looked up a geography they had brought among their books. It was "Richardson's Compendium," a work in great repute in England, and more in agreement with modern science than the manual in use in the Normal School in Melbourne. "Here, my child," he said to Toline, "take this book and keep it. You have a few wrong ideas about geography, which it would be well for you to rectify. I will give you this as a keepsake from me." Toline took the book silently; but, after examining it attentively, he shook his head with an air of incredulity, and could not even make up his mind