Mr.and Mrs.D---- were on their way to Teheran, with the object of making scientific researches at Persepolis and other parts of Persia.

I could not help admiring the courage of the lady, though regretting, at the same time, the task she had set herself.

To inquiries of "How is the road ?" I replied, "Very good," May the lie be forgiven me! It was told for a humane purpose.
Save a large herd of gazelle on the far horizon, nothing occurred to break the monotony of the journey through deep heavy sand till about 4 p.m., when a thin thread of dark blue, cutting the yellow desert and lighter sky-line, appeared before us.

It was the Persian Gulf.

An hour later, and Sheif, the landing-place for Bushire, was reached.
A trim steam-launch, with Union Jack floating over her stern, awaited us.