Laybach, in Styria, is interesting, for having been the retreat of Sir Humphry Davy not long before his death: he resided in an hotel here, and the pretty daughter of the hostess relates several anecdotes of him. He was a most indefatigable angler: his extraordinary success in transferring the trout to his basket procured for him the title of "the English wizard;" and the scared peasants, who could never understand by what artificial means he caught the fish, shunned him as if he had been his Satanic majesty. He spent the greater part of the day in angling, or in geologizing among the mountains; he generally passed his evenings in the company of his hostess' pretty daughter, who made his tea, and was his antagonist at ÉcartÉ, or some other light game; and the maid of the inn played her cards so well, that she secured a handsome legacy from the philosopher in his will.