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outside, during which, he crawls up the bank 

 again into the covert ; and gets probably to the 

 other side before they cast back. By that time, 

 the scent, owing to the ground he has stained, 

 gets bad; and he has probably time to get fresher. 

 He often steals away without being seen ; as all 

 the men are close to the hounds with the belief 

 that they will kill him the next minute. But on 

 these occasions, if the huntsman is awake, he 

 will always order one of the whippers-in to re- 

 main at the opposite side of the covert. An old 

 fox had been found several times by the pack 

 belonging to, the writer of this ; and as invariably 

 run a ring of about three miles, making a round 

 of small coverts, by which he generally moved 

 other foxes, and saved himself. Application was 

 made late in the season to try one more day for 

 this fox, as he was suspected of doing mischief 

 amongst the game. He was found as usual, and 

 ran the same ring twice. When running it a 

 third time the hounds were stopped, and quietly 

 walked back, to the surprise of a large field of 

 sportsmen. On reaching an open part, as was 

 expected, the hunted fox was seen coming the 

 same line as before, directly towards the hounds, 

 which got a view. This so astonished him, that 

 he went straight away, and was killed 12 miles, 

 as the crow flies, from where he was found. 

 William Care. 



Woman — and her dear little u Silver Bell." — A 

 woman has no natural grace more bewitching 

 than a sweet laugh. It is like the sound of flutes 

 on water. It leaps from her heart in a clear, 

 sparkling rill ; and the heart that hears it, feels as 

 if bathed in the exhilirating spring. Have you 

 ever pursued an unseen fugitive through the 

 trees, led on by her fairy laugh— now here, now 

 there; now lost, now found? We have. And we 

 are pursuing the wandering voice to this day. 

 Sometimes, it comes to us in the midst of care, or 

 sorrow, or irksome business; and then we turn 

 away, and listen, and hear it ringing through the 

 room like a silver bell, with power to scare away 

 the ill spirits of the mind. How much we owe 

 to that sweet laugh! It turns the prose of our life 

 into poetry; it flings showers of sunshine over 

 the darksome wood in which we are travelling; it 

 touches with light even our sleep. — I do not know, 

 Mr. Editor, who wrote the above gem ; but I have 

 cut it out of a newspaper, and feel sure it will be 

 " set" in " our own." A woman's laugh is be- 

 witching, — is it not? — Ccelebs in search of a 

 Wipe. 



[Ccelebs ! you are nicely " in training." Stick 

 to your principles; and when you get married, 

 convert your wife into a fairy at once. Make her 

 laugh; keep her laughing; give her cause to 

 laugh; and your days will pass merrily on. It 

 is for want of this natural cheerfulness that 

 men go about so depressed. Oh ! if people did 

 but know — if people would but try, the effect of 

 good temper! It is a talisman that makes life 

 sweet — labor welcome — and home "happy." A 

 woman's laugh ! a merry peal ringing from room 

 to room ! yes, Ccelebs, you are right. These things 

 are "bewitching." May such "Silver Bells" 

 ever be heard in our houses: may we live to hear 

 them, and keep them ringing !] 



Talc used instead of Glass for Greenhouses, 

 Sfc. — A correspondent of the Builder, says the 

 " Gardeners' Journal," proposes to substitute 

 talc for glass, in greenhouses, conservatories, &c. 

 It is stated that it can be split into extremely 

 thin and light layers; and being so much lighter 

 than glass, strong frames are not required. The 

 article, he adds, would not be so readily destroyed 

 by fire as glass; and neither would hailstorms 

 affect it, not being so brittle. The cost of this 

 article, too, is said to be considerably less than 

 glass ; and the writer in question states that it 

 has been tried in several places, and found to 

 answer. If these statements can be relied upon, 

 this material would soon come into extensive use 

 among horticulturists; for though doubtless 

 nothing will ever equal good glass for growing 

 plants, it is to be observed that plants are not 

 always kept in a growing condition; there are 

 many garden structures which might be very 

 properly glazed with such a substance as talc is 

 described to be, and we are willing to receive 

 this announcement for so much as it is worth. 

 Put one thing we lack, to make it of any 

 practical benefit to the public: — What is this 

 talc; and where is it to be had? We have en- 

 deavored to satisfy ourselves on this important 

 point, but hitherto have not succeeded. We 

 should therefore be glad if any of our readers 

 can furnish the information wanted. — Do you 

 know anything about this talc, Mr. Editor? — 

 John E., Camherwell. 



[No. But we shall be happy to receiveany in- 

 formation on the subject.] 



American Cress. — This is much admired by 

 many as a breakfast salad, the young centre 

 leaves only being used. It requires sowing once 

 a fortnight during the spring, as it soon runs to 

 seed, and twice or thrice in autumn for winter 

 supply. Viscount Middleton, with whom Hived, 

 would have it every morning; he said that he 

 considered it preferable to water-cress as a puri- 

 fier of the blood. Where there is much demand 

 for it, I see no reason why it should not be sown 

 thick, and cut off like mustard. The seeds are 

 cheap enough. Erames can easily be put over it 

 during winter, or a covering of straw would 

 make it always accessible in that season when 

 too many food ingredients cannot possibly be 

 produced. — James Cuthill, Camherwell. 



" The Green-eyed Monster?' — You seem, Mr. 

 Editor, to be acquainted with animals of every 

 kind. Pray, has the " Green-eyed Monster" ever 

 crossed your path? If so, I want you, please, to 

 tell me how to hill him, — or, at all events, to point 

 out which are his vulnerable points. I am — 

 hcigho ! — a Benedict. My fate is united to a fair 

 being, of a mutable temper; and of a disposition 

 commonly known as jealous. I love your Journal, 

 dearly. My cara sposa as bitterly hates it. It is 

 never allowed a place in our house. Yet do I 

 read it on the sly, aye devour its contents with a 

 gusto perfectly indescribable. Your noble aim 

 to unite us, and to make us all more social, de- 

 lights me most excessively; and I candidly con- 

 fess I am altogether a better man since I first pe- 

 rused your paper. This by the way. Now for 

 my complaint. " My chicken," as I call her, 



