The English in Hungary too say it is impossible in that clear, oxygenated climate, to keep up their habits of beef-eating and drinking.

The first meal among the Hungarians is taken at seven or eight in the morning, and consists only of a glass of coffee with rich milk, and some meager cuttings of cold toast broken up and eaten in the coffee.

This is the universal breakfast for all classes except the poorest Bauer. Between this and the dinner, at one or two. nothing is

The only other meal is the supper, at eight o'clock in the evening - a long meal again, with soup, fish, pudding and wine. Tea is very little drank in the land: sugar, and sweetened articles, too, are seldom used.

What especial theory of diet to draw from all this, I am at a loss to determine. Still the facts may be useful to some who are investigating the matter. The principal things worthy of imitation, seem to be the moderation and sociability of the meals, and the distance of time at which they are separated - the last being, no doubt, very conducive to health. The principal cause of their vigorous health and well formed bodies must be found, without doubt in their open air pursuits and manly exercises, to which they are all ardently attached. They are a nation of herdsmen and farmers, and are enjoying the benefits of their pursuits.

No account of their habits would be complete without stating that the whole population, from the nobleman and clergyman down to the lowest Bauer on the Puszta, smoke incessantly from morning till night.

However, to return to our walk through the village. It was soon noised abroad that an American was in the village, and we found everywhere groups of curious gazers at the first man they had seen from the Western World. We called upon the judges of the village. - -dignified, gray headed old peasants - and everywhere I heard allusions of thankfulness to the kindness of the Americans to the exiles. One man had a picture and a long account in Hungarian, of the reception of the first Hungarians in New-York. At last, in our rambles, we were overtaken by a large two-seated wicker wagon, with four horses, sent by the village authorities to conduct us around - in the town. Accordingly up we mounted with a "crack" Hungarian driver, in short embroidered jacket, and boots and spurs, on the box, and made the circuit of the town and neighborhood.

Everywhere that we visited, whether at his Majesty's officers, or in the houses of the common people, we heard the same account of burdensome taxation, of stupid legislation by the government. Not a man - even of those who received the Emperor's pay - seemed contented. They declared that the object of the ministry was to completely blot out the last traces of the old independence of Hungary. All their internal municipal constitution, so cheap, so efficient, which they had enjoyed for more than five hundred years, was utterly destroyed. They said the pettiest town officer was appointed by the government - and all the higher officers were either foreigners or such Hungarians as no one had ever respected. Then every possible means was used to squeeze money from them by taxaallowed to use, must pay a duty. Then, say they, this all comes at the worst of times, when we are stripped of oar property by the war. and when the peasants, especially, have lost millions by the Kossnth notes, which the government, despite its promise, has never yet redeemed, at even a part of their value.

The result of it was, in this Tillage, they all told me, that every man was limiting his liabilities in every possible way to being taxed. The amount of wine made there the next year, would be the least possible which they would want for themselves. In tobacco, from which the Government had expected the greatest revenue, knowing the universal habit of the people, the yield would be the smallest ever known. The law, in regard to the tobacco is so exacting, and the duty so heavy, that it will scarcely repay any farmer to sow the seed. In one district around that village, they said, where formerly were five hundred tobacco plantations, there are not now five! They have made too, a patriotic matter of it, as we did of our tea-tax, and the government will probably gain very little revenue from that duty. In the course of our ride a man joined us who was a farmer on the outskirts of the town. He spoke German,and I bad along conversation with him. Though a middle-aged man, with a family in merely comfortable circumstances, his great desire was, he told me privately, to get over to America, and he questioned me a great deal about the expenses, and the best situation for an emigrant, etc, etc.

In the course of the conservation I had the curiosity to ask him why he had this plan? He was living comfortably here, and the taxes, though they were burdensome, would not ruin him. It would be a hard thing for him to begin lift: over again in a new land.

"Yes," he said, "I know it well - and it is like cutting the heart-strings, to break away from the old place here, ana from Hungary. But I cannot live here a slave. It is not Hungary to me, if it is not free. As for the taxes, could bear them, though they are heavy. But I can't see why, if I am steady and industrious, I should pay the debts of my neighbor when he is a spendthrift. Of course I know that every state must lay taxes to support itself, but why Hungary should pay Austria's six hundred million of debt, I don't sec! I shall wait a while, to see if no change comes here, and then, if nothing occurs, old as 1 am, I will leave the country. My country must be where freedom is." We rode about to the farms of a great many different persons, and everywhere at once, according to the Hungarian usage, the white and red wines were brought forth, with a flask of mineral water, which they all seem to drink with wine - a water with a strong smack of sulphur and iron. They appeared to consider it such a violation of hospitality if one did not drink that at first, I sipped a little at every house, but finally declined altogether, especially on the score that Americans did not drink wine.

ple took my hand, and wished, almost solemnly, the Hungarian bleating, "Isten aldjon meg!" (May God bless you!)

At length, in the evening we stopped, by the urgent invitation of a Bauer, at his little house to take supper. I was informed that there were three other places where we were engaged to take supper beside, and that I might as well give myself up, and accordingly with a sense of resignation I followed the others in. The table was soon loaded, and though people were continually coming in and eating and going out, it seemed to make no difference - and dish after dish of good things were set out before us. First came a huge tureen of soup, with little balls floating in it of dough stuffed with hashed liver. Then a preparation of very diminutive chickens, stewed in red pepper. Then one of the genuine Hungarian puddings, of small bits of batter, worked and cut till they looked like fragments of leather - all soaked in fat. After this, chickens boiled with rice, and following it a formidable looking pyramid of cakes, such as in Yankee land we call "fritters," except that they were cut into singular shapes, and piled up in a towering mass on the platter. Besides, there figured roast mutton and salad, and veal cutlets, and divers other dishes - some, dishes unmentionable in English, and others with names which I have forgotten.

Flasks of white and red wine were brought in every few minutes, and bottles of sulphur-water and iron-water, which the guests seemed to drink even more than the wine.

At the end, the Bauer and his wife handed every person a little tumbler with coffee. The talking was very animated at table, and mostly of America, and the chances for the Hungarians, if they should go there.

Several of the company were government officers, but the same expressions were used there, which one hears everywhere - of the stupidity and oppression of the government, and that the only hope for them was to emigrate to "the free land." At length one of the principal men rose for a toast. He spoke in Hungarian, with a rich, eloquent tone, and they all listened in the deepest silence. I only understood it in part, but as they translated it, it was, that my arrival in the unhappy land seemed ominous of good; that I was one from a nation who had welcomed the Hungarian exiles in their suffering, and had given sympathy to their poor country, and that he would propose the health of two of the statesmen of my country, whom every Hungarian knew,"Webster,or ( Vebster as they call him,) and Fillmore!"

I was surprised enough at hearing such a toast in a little Hungarian village, though I found afterwards that very much was known indeed, there, of our country.

Towards the end of the supper, in a pause of the conversation, the wife of our host, a pretty looking, nut-brown peasant woman, came up to me, and kissing my hand, with a look that almost sweetly in Hungarian. They all lauged, and translated it for me. It was: "When you go back to your country over the waters, tell Kossuth that none of us will ever forget him - and say that the Hungarian peasant women sent him a God's blessing, and bade him come back soon and save his dear Hungarian Fatherland!"

It appears she believed Kossuth was in America, and it shows one instance, of what I everywhere noticed, the intense love of the peasantry for him, their benefactor and orator. After much lively conversation we broke up, too late, greatly to my relief, for the three other hospitable tables which were awaiting us - and I went to my friend's for the night, not a little interested in these, my first experiences of Hungarian country life. C. L. - New York Independent,