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man, the motives of our action, the origin of 

 arts, sciences, and of the different states; on the 

 perfectibility of the human race, the extent of 

 the sphere of each species, and of each indi- 

 vidual, according as they are endowed with 

 organs, more or less numerous, and more or less 

 active. 



As this first volume will be particularly devoted 

 to the Moral part of the Physiology of the Brain, 

 and as the ignorant and malicious reproach my 

 doctrine with immoral and irreligious tendency, 

 — I have thought it my duty at once to refute 

 these objections, and to give assurance to those 

 of timid minds.* 



TO CORRESPONDENTS. 



Communications Received. Fedelta. Many thanks. 

 — J. B. M. We will send the Circulars by post. — 

 Anne, who writes about her sick bird, is informed 

 that we cannot reply through the columns of any but 

 "our own" Journal. Why does she request it? -T. 

 B. — In our next. We shall, as you say, no doubt, go 

 on bravely now. — J. S. H. In our next. -Silvia. Very 

 acceptable. — Priscilla. In less than a month. — 

 Rosetta. Put any question you please to us, and see 

 if it will not be answered. — Algernon, Write us all 

 about it. It is of great public interest. — A Delighted 

 Reader, albeit an Old Lady, in our next. Why not 

 have sent your name and address ? 



To Correspondents. — As we always print one number 

 of the Journal in advance, such of our Correspondents 

 as may not receive replies to their questions in the cur- 

 rent number, must bear in mind that they are not for- 

 gotten. We pay marked attention to all favors. 



Correspondents sending in any " facts" connected with 

 Science or Natural History, are requested in every 

 case to append their names and places of abode. In no 

 instance, however, will their names be published with- 

 out their express sanction. 



KIDD'S OWN JOUENAL. 

 Saturday, July 17, 1852. 



We are now daily made sensible 

 by the heat, that Summer has com e at last ; 

 and how delicious is it to rise with the lark, 

 to enjoy the cool of early dawn ! 



We who live in the country can alone 

 fully appreciate the advantages derivable 

 therefrom. Everything that has life is 

 busy betimes, and many are the voices that 

 call us abroad ere it is yet light. Oh, how 

 we do love to watch 



The lily bells, when wet with dew, 

 The morning sunbeams kiss the rose; 



When, rich of scent, and bright of hue, 

 The Summer Garden glows! 



A very slight effort, once made, would 

 work quite a \ reformation in bad habits ; 

 and as for health, it may be cheaply pur- 

 chased by quitting the pillow at sunrise. 

 Oh, fie ! say we, to all who creep down to 

 breakfast at eight o'clock, with their eyes 



* The more closely we follow the author in his clear 

 and searching disquisitions, the more amazed are we at 

 the fearful ignorance in which we have all been held so 

 long !— Ed. K. J. 



only half open, and their cheeks anything 

 but couleur de rose. How can they enjoy 

 the morning meal? how create an appetite 

 for the viands on the well-spread table ? 



But let us hope that none of our readers so 

 offend against good taste. We speak to our 

 fair readers more particularly, for we are 

 naturally concerned on their account. To 

 each one of them we say — 



Oh, wake and join the choral lay, 



That floats o'er woodland, tree, and bower; 



Where wild birds flit on every spray, 

 And incense rolls from every flower. 



The golden beams are far and wide, 



O'er the green earth and mountains thrown; 



Joy sits exulting by their side, 



And gladness o'er the earth is sown. 



Wake, Lady, wake ! the morn is up, 



And Summer insects loudly sing; 

 The bee is in the honeyed cup 



Of flowers ; the lark upon the wing. 



There is no valid excuse now for lying in 

 bed, nor can any one fairly complain of there 

 being no inducement to rise. All nature 

 is in a state of universal enjoyment, and 

 there is a world of wonder in everything 

 we behold out of doors. 



In the vegetable kingdom all is vigor and 

 activity, and the most patient observer of 

 nature is almost bewildered by the countless 

 profusion of interesting objects that await 

 him at every turn. In the garden, we have 

 among our Summer visitors some of the 

 gayest of the gay. Pinks, Carnations, Lilies, 

 Marigolds, and Poppies abound; and they 

 are all decked in their brightest liveries. 

 Eoses and Honeysuckles too are in all 

 their glory; as are also the Lavenders, 

 Jasmins, and others. The air is one wide 

 expanse of the richest of all rich perfumes. 



As the heat increases, the flowers mul- 

 tiply ; and the voices of our little friends, the 

 birds, become gradually silenced. In the 

 morning and evening alone may we hope to 

 hear them to perfection. In the daytime, 

 they are fully occupied in attending on 

 their respective families, and in cautioning 

 them as to their future movements. You 

 shall rarely seat yourself on a gate or stile 

 for a few minutes, without seeing some 

 specimen of maternal or paternal solicitude 

 among the feathered tribes. This is an 

 amusing passe-temps in which we ourselves 

 greatly delight. Had we our will, we should 

 at this season live in the fields. 



The bright -green livery of Spring, on 

 which we have so often dwelt, is now visible 

 no longer. The various tints and hues 

 which are now observable, are as diverse as 

 the colors in a harlequin's coat. The rye 

 is even now yellow, and almost ready for 

 the sickle. The barley and the wheat are 

 of a dull heavy green, their swelling ears 



