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intended to secure a location at a point on the 

 New England coast where the fauna and flora 

 are abundant and varied, and the cost of living 

 moderate ; to build a laboratory with two stories, 

 the lower story having accommodations for teach- 

 ing twenty-five persons, the upper story having 

 work-places for investigators ; to furnish aquaria, 

 microscopes, microtomes, glassware, etc., and a 

 constant supply of water for aquaria ; also to have 

 a convenient landing, boats, collecting- apparatus, 

 etc. Of course, to insure the permanency and 

 full usefulness of the laboratory, a considerable 

 endowment fund must be ultimately obtained, but 

 so much can perhaps not be hoped at the start. 



Pasteur, who is now sixty-four years old, was 

 last winter sent by his physician to Italy for his 

 health, and is only just returning to Paris. Under 

 date of April 1, in a letter to his friend Mr, Jules 

 Marcou of Cambridge, which the latter kindly 

 permits us to use, he writes from Arbois in the 

 Jura that he hopes to live to welcome the earliest 

 publications of the Institut Pasteur, and adds, 

 " We have just purchased eleven thousand square 



meters of land, and the subscription has reached 

 the sum of nearly two million francs ; it is, how- 

 ever, very insufficient, for, if we spend twelve 

 hundred thousand on land and buildings, the in- 

 come from the remainder will be much too small. 

 Oh ! if only some American millionnaire were in- 

 spired with an enthusiasm for this work ! I hope 

 that when we are incorporated, and this will be 

 soon, we shall be better endowed. We shall then 

 be able to receive legacies. To proceed suitably 

 and with full independence, we should have, ac- 

 cording to my estimates, three and a half million 

 francs. I am confident. The future is ours. The 

 prophylactic treatment of rabies continues to do 

 well. Very, very rarely are there failures, and 

 all in cases where exceptional circumstances ap- 

 pear. There has been but one failure since 

 the first of January and more than five or 

 six hundred cases treated, a multitude having 

 been most severely bitten. If we could only 

 attack diphtheria, phthisis, etc., with success. We 

 are going to attempt it. It is at least a step 

 toward discovery to have confidence, and to hope 

 in the result of obstinate labor." 



POETRY AND MUSIC OF SOME NORTH 

 AMERICAN TRIBES. 

 Ethnologists are well acquainted with the fact 

 that there is no people and no tribe that has not 

 some kind of poetry and music, but the study of 

 this branch of aboriginal literature has hardly 

 been begun. We will give here a few examples 

 of aboriginal poetry which will show that the 

 mind of the native enjoys as well the beauties of 



nature as we do ; that he expresses his grief in 

 mournful songs, and appreciates humorous con- 

 ceptions. No people is more fond of music than 

 the Eskimos, the inhabitants of the extreme north. 

 Though most explorers affirm that their music is 

 nothing but a monotonous humming, the follow- 

 ing tunes and texts, which were collected by me 

 in Bafiin Land, will show that this is not true. 

 Here is a song describing the beauties of summer; — 



) -^-^ /g -(& [^ — #- 



A - ya, 



ya 



^— •— N- 







a - die - nai 



a - die - nai - ta - li 





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-N-*- 



;=^=^= 



lek - ju - a u - na au - ya - ra - ta - ra-men, A 



Only the first line is given in the Eskimo 

 language. The translation is, — 



" Aya ! 

 Ayaya, it is beautiful, beautiful it is out-doors wlien the 



summer comes at last. 

 Ayaya, ayaya, aya ! 



Ayaya, it is beautiful, beautifullt is out-doors when the 



reindeer begin to come, 

 Ayay a, ayaya, aya ! 



-•—.-X 

 ya - 



^-s>- 





ya, 



ya, 



A - ya. 



Ayaya, when the roaring river rushes from the hills in 



summer. 

 Ayaya, ayaya, aya ! 



Ayaya, there is no reason for me to be mournful when the 



gulls cease crying. 

 Ayaya, ayaya, aya ! 



Ayaya, plenty of meat I shall have and plenty codfish. 

 Ayaya, ayaya, aya ! 



Ayaya, it is beautiful, beautiful it is outdoors when the 



summer comes at last. 

 Ayaya, ayaya, aya ! " 



