The Involuntary Journey, though lacking the power and depth of some of Zschokke's other stories, is so charming a tale and so brilliant an example of his easy, graceful style and remarkable equipment as a writer of romance that we gladly give it place in our reproduction of famous stories. That the first of the following letters may be better understood, I must make known that the writer and his sister were invited by the Countess Amelia von St y, on the 20th of