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For heating and cooking stoves it is an excellent fuel, giving 

 no unpleasant smell and burning noiselessly since the Bunsen 

 burner is not required. 



Although the heat of combustion of water gas is less than 

 that of coal gas yet the temperature of the flame is enormously 

 higher owing to the small volume of air required to burn it, and 

 the corresponding small amount of the products of combustion. 



From its cheapness and valuable properties water gas appears 

 likely to become the gas of the future. 



The paper was illustrated by diagrams of Water Gas Plant and 

 Water Gas was shown with the Fahnejelm incandescent 

 burner. 



CHARLES KINGSLEY: HIS LIFE AND WORKS. 



By Rev. S. P. CAREY, M.A. October 9th, 1888. 



To reach the birthplace of Charles Kingsley, we must banish 

 all thoughts of tall chimneys, shawled and clogged weavers, 

 steaming rivers, blackened sheep and trees, and think of a quiet 

 little Devonshire village, at an angle of the river Dart, ten miles 

 north west of Totnes, as the crow flies. From the Holme 

 Parsonage where his parents lived 67 years ago, the soft outline 

 of Dartmoor could be seen, ever and again sharply broken by 

 the granite Tors. His father was a good naturahst and sports- 

 man and his mother almost a poetess. When six weeks old, he 

 was carried to Nottingham, and thence for six years to Barnack, 

 amid the old fen flats. Even then his child-soul felt " the 

 mystery and majesty" of the shining meres," the poplar rows, 

 " the golden reed beds," the creaking draining mills, the gaudy 

 butterflies. Even then he learnt to tell "the clank of the 

 coot, the boom of the bittern, the wild whistle of the curlew, 

 the trumpet of the swan," and was preparing to tell of " Here- 

 ward the Wake." When 11 years old, his father moved to Devon 

 again, and Charles exchanged the meres of Huntingdon for the 

 swell of the Atlantic on the pebbles of Clovelly. That was just 

 the freshness, just the grandeur that the boy's soul needed, and 

 just the breeze his not over healthy body needed too. No spot 

 was ever dearer to Charles Kingsley than Clovelly. How he 

 would hurry down that paved cranny of a street, stair after stair, 

 when his father would lead the sunset service on the quay, as 

 the herring fishers were to put to sea ! How he would watch 



