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brown. But what about the brushes ? There they are, 

 all neatly arranged behind the combs, thus providing a 

 necessary apparatus in so disagreeable an abode as a 

 coal-cellar. 



Now, just conceive a man going into a hairdresser's 

 shop. His object is to have his hair cut, and perhaps, if 

 it be a hot day, " shainpoo'd." The attendant puts a 

 circular brush into the band of a machine, which, by a 

 mechanical contrivance invisible to the visitor, is worked 

 by human machinery overhead ; he may never have seen 

 this novel contrivance before, and is perhaps struck with 



Brush and conibs of a cellar spider. Drawn from nature. 



its admirable application, and asks, very politely, to be 

 informed who was the inventor. 



" Inventor ! " replies the attendant ; " it was never in- 

 vented : (< we acquired it, simply because we required it." 



Would it be very naughty for our inquiring friend 

 to say to himself, " What a fool ! " ? 



I was once invited to interest a large company of 

 working men and women at a big tea-meeting. I was 

 begged to take my microscope and a few interesting 

 objects, and the vicar of the parish asked me to address the 

 company, which consisted of from four to five hundred. 

 I thought the best address I could make would be a short 



