in three volumes folio. He had arrived late at the Château the preceding night, and, although he had the honour of presenting his letter of introduction to the Marquess, this morning was the first time he had been seen by any of the party present, who were of course profoundly ignorant of his character.
"Oh! we were talking of some South American bird given to the Marchioness by the famous Captain Tropic; you know him, perhaps, Bolivar's brother-in-law, or aid-de-camp, or something of that kind;—and which screams so dreadfully at night, that the whole family is disturbed. The Chowchowtow it's called—isn't it, Mrs. Lorraine?""
"The Chowchowtow!" said Mr. Mackaw; "I don't know it by that name."
"Oh! don't you? I dare say we shall find an account of it in Spix; however," said Vivian, rising, and taking a volume from the
