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greatest of discoveries? You have believed, till 

 now, he would tell us, that you are reduced to 

 the small number of five senses. I am going to 

 teach you that nature has been more liberal to 

 you. How many organs of sight has she given 

 you? I see in the first place, seven principal 

 ones, destined for the seven primitive colors." 



As M. Laromiguiere admits only three intel- 

 lectual, and three moral faculties, he alludes in 

 this place to the fundamental faculties, of which 

 I already recognise from twenty-seven to thirty, 

 and which he would qualify as simple modifica- 

 tions of his six faculties. 



TO CORRESPONDENTS. 



Cocoa. A reply to your note will be found under the 

 head of " Original Correspondence. " 



Birds of Song will be continued next week. 



Communications Received. — Forestiera. Many thanks. 

 The literal translation of " non adhuc constat," is, — 

 " it doth not yet appear."— W. J. M Next week. — 

 Eliza. — Floret ta. — James W. — Anna. — Vigil. — 

 W. S-C. K.— T. H. E— H. 



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. 



KIDD'S OWN JQU&X7AL, 

 Saturday, July 31, 1852. 



WE HAVE NOW ARRIVED AT THE FINAL 



close of July. As hot, beautiful, and 

 lovely a month has it been, as any within the 

 memory of the oldest inhabitant. It came in 

 with promise ; it has fulfilled even more than 

 it promised. This is the genteel and proper 

 way for a promise to be kept. 



Let it not be imagined that during this 

 month we have failed to take those little 

 occasional advantages of a spare moment, 

 that editors closely confined to their public 

 duties so highly value. Steamboats, the rail, 

 nimble feet, and a happy heart, always 

 readily unite at this lovely festive season ; 

 and every facility offers at will for a run, or 

 a walk, or a stroll ; here, there, everywhere. 

 Nor has a spare arm been wanting for us to 

 lean on. In that particular, our resources 

 are like a flowing brook ; whereby the public 

 always get the benefit of an interchange of 

 ideas. Too much of the masculine would 

 never do for a Journal that seeks to be uni- 

 versally popular. 



When the time of Nature's grand holiday 

 arrives, how delighted we always feeli What 

 a wise provision of her lady chip it is, to bring 

 about a time of year in which people must he 

 unbent — must turn their backs for a season 

 upon Mammon and greedy gain, to refresh 

 themselves before encountering the fatigues 

 of another campaign. Lassitude and torpor 

 leave people who live in cities no option. 

 They must go into the fresh air, or die. 

 Many do die. 



This applies as well to our citizens as to 



our more wealthy aristocrats, and people 

 who have " nothing to do." The latter 

 {ignavam pecus) fly from London for the 

 mere sake oihaving something to do — ennui 

 nearly devouring them. It is not our pro- 

 vince to write an essay upon these folk, and 

 their daily round of an unimaginable exist- 

 ence; if it were, we feel vain enough to 

 believe we could produce " a picture " at 

 which even the dramatis personce represented 

 would look with abhorrence. Oh, the drones 

 that haunt this world of ours — useless while 

 they live, except to play a part in the drama 

 of fashionable life, and unregretted when they 

 die ! Yet is their name "legion." But let 

 us to a more pleasing topic. 



There is no denying that the lives we oil 

 lead throughout the year, are not lives of 

 happiness. The world is so constituted, 

 that we live in continual distrust of each 

 other. Indeed, we are taught (properly so, 

 we admit, though with great reluctance) 

 to regard every man as efashonest, until we 

 prove him to be otherwise ! Thus is " sus- 

 picion " a needful safeguard for every one 

 who would not suffer injury from his fellow- 

 creature. No one can deny this. Every- 

 body admits it ; and therefore is the world 

 called " an evil world." Thank God we 

 shall never be the author of a " History of 

 England ! " 



Now we do individually demur very much 

 to this world of ours being abusively called 

 " an evil world." Whenever we see the 

 glorious sun rise, or go abroad in the fields, 

 in the country lanes, and sit down to note 

 the perfect happiness of every living crea- 

 ture, man alone excepted — how very false 

 appears the notion so ridiculously enter- 

 tained ! We see everything that has life 

 around us, eating and drinking moderately, 

 and basking in the sunshine of Heaven's 

 favor ; enjoying to the utmost all the good 

 things which Nature has provided. The 

 birds, the beasts, the insects — all are at 

 peace with their respective tribes, and with 

 each other; all pursue the even tenor of their 

 way, without let or molestation. Every 

 animal tends its family with an affection even 

 exceeding that of man or woman-kind. Not 

 the larger animals only, but the most minute^ 

 distinguish themselves thus. 



Beholding all these things, and believing 

 them to be examples to us, as to how we 

 ought to act, we confess Ave never rise 

 from our seat on the turf, or a stile, or a 

 bank, or a corn field, but we love this world, 

 its Maker, our Maker, better than ever. 

 If we only improved OUR opportunities like 

 the so-called "lower world," what a happy 

 people we should be I But it is not so — 

 never will be so. We shall go on " refining " 

 ourselves, and neglecting the dictates of 

 honest old Nature, till time will be no more. 



