(passing through _^the town of Borgo in old Finland, Russia,)




Runeberg, the favorite poet of the Fin.—He is said to possess more than mediocre talent, and tunes his harp gracefully to granite, firs, and the rough music of the northern blasts—all of which the Finnish people love.

Of Finland the roads are good, the scenery wild, pleasing landscapes, of which granite boulders, hills, lakes, and pine trees are the principal features—prevented from appearing monotonous by the endless variety of their arrangement.—The country is rough—the people are rough also—but friendly and strong.