S + o THE POPULAR SCIENCE MONTHLY. 



On his cheek the salt that clings 

 To the Headland of the Kings, 

 Flung from the enchanted sea 

 Of Saint Francis Assisi! 

 Rover o'er the ocean blue 

 What has he to do with you ? 



Only this : he sailed one day 



To your Massachusetts Bay, 



And this voyage was his last, 



For Love seized and held him fast. 



Of that old romance of his 



None can tell you more than this ; 



Saving that, as legacies 



To his child, he left his eyes, 



Black as the obsidian stone, 



With a luster all their own, 



Seeing as by magic ken 



Deep into the hearts of men. 



And mid tides of changing years, 



Dreams and hopes and cares and fears, 



Life that flows and ebbs alway, 



Love has kept them loyally. 



Once, it chanced, they came to shine, 

 Straight into this heart of mine. 



Little lady, cease your play 

 For a moment, if you may ; 

 All I ask is, silently, 

 Turn your mother's eyes on me! 



Consul ado Ingles, Calle de las Olas Altas, Mazatlan, Sinaloa, 

 January 10, 1895. 



According to Captain Younghusband, lately assistant English resident 

 at Clritral, a mountain district of India which has just been attracting 

 considerable attention, the principal evil in the mountains outside of his 

 station is the want of desire for money. The mountaineers, secluded from 

 mankind amid their hills, have never used any money, and consequently 

 have no idea of the value of coins. They took the rupees to be ornaments, 

 and were greatly aggrieved when after carrying loads up the hills tbey 

 were paid only in little bits of silver. But the government wanted work 

 done, and, not being willing to force labor, had to train the people to the 

 use of money, so they brought peddlers up from the plains. Then, when 

 the people found they could get the goods they wanted with their rupees, 

 they were willing to take them. 



