Peru is a country covered with a certain halo of romance - the romance of history; of that time when continents were found, taken, and explored; the romance of a civilised and little-known race-the Inca- extending back before the keels of those old caravels from Europe ploughed the seas of the New World; the romance of the Spaniards, picturesque and cruel; the romance of Nature in her most stupendous operations, her Andean and Amazonian handiwork. The true traveller must not banish the natural sentiment of such portentous matters from his vision. It is not a sentiment which will render it opaque, but is rather the stimulus of imagination, which directs his steps and urges his pen and pencil to the portraying of the things which pass before his senses. Moreover, the true traveller must be an Universalist. That is, he must see the good of things, the good which penetrates everything in conjunction with, or in superior relation to, the so palpable evil of Man and Circumstance. The bare wilderness and the poor Indian have some use and intrinsic value, as well as the cultivated valley and the civilised dweller of the cities. Loyal to Nature and the universe of which he. is a part, the traveller and observer will be an impartial judge; he will ever refrain from drawing up an indictment against a whole nation, or from hastily condemning any existing thing.