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Strawberries grafted on a Rose. 



A short time ago there were exhibited at 

 Paris, in a florist's shop on the Boulevard des 

 Italiens, several rose-trees upon which were 

 grafted a few strawberry-plants. This curiosity 

 attracted much attention by the passers-by. The 

 process by which it was effected was as follows: 

 — In Autumn a few dog-roses, or good sorts on 

 their own roots, are selected and planted in pots ; 

 at the same time a well rooted strawberry is 

 placed with each rose, planted just beneath the 

 stem of the rose. In Spring, when the runners 

 push out, two or tbree of them are tied up to the 

 stem of the rose. It is well known that the 

 runners of the strawberries soon make their own 

 roots, and in due time these roots are cut away, 

 making the cuts as for a scion, and then they are 

 grafted on the rose-stem, " without cutting or 

 rearing the runners from the parent plant in the 

 ground." They should be preserved very care- 

 fully, to lead the sap upwards to the soions; and 

 treated in this way the strawberries will vegetate 

 upon the rose tree for some time. — Revue 

 Horticole. 



Rapidity of Thought in Dreaming. 



A very remarkable circumstance, and an im- 

 portant point of analogy, is to be found in the 

 extreme rapidity with which the mental opera- 

 tions are performed, or rather with which the 

 material changes on which the ideas depend are 

 excited in the hemispherical ganglia. It would 

 appear as if a whole series of acts, that would 

 really occupy a long lapse of time, pass ideally 

 through the mind in one instant. We have in dreams 

 no true perception of the lapse of time — a strange 

 property of mind! for if such be also its property 

 when entered into the eternal disembodied state, 

 time will appear to us eternity. The relations of 

 space as well as of time are also annihilated; so 

 that while almost an eternity is compressed into 

 a moment, infinite space is traversed more swiftly 

 than by real thought. There are numerous illus- 

 trations of this on record. A gentleman dreamed 

 that he had enlisted as a soldier, joined his regi- 

 ment, deserted, was apprehended, carried back, 

 tried, condemned to be shot, and at last led out 

 for execution. After all the usual preparations, 

 a gun was fired ; he awoke with the report, and 

 found that a noise in an adjoining room had, at 

 the same moment, produced the dream and 

 awakened him. A friend of Dr. AJbercrombie's 

 dreamed that he crossed the Atlantic and spent 

 a fortnight in America. In embarking on his 

 return, he fell into the sea, and awakening in the 

 fright, found that he had not been asleep ten 

 minutes. — Dr. Winslow. 



Insanity. 



Cases of insanity from over -exertion of the 

 faculties of the intellect, occasionally present them- 

 selves. They are produced by exertion too long 

 continued, even in powerful minds ; but by new 

 and anxious studies in minds of less power, for 

 which such studies are too much. The fear always 

 is, that a kind of paralysis of the mental faculties 

 is established, and that the mind may never re- 



cover. Very strong brains do recover, however, 

 if warning is taken in time, and rest submitted to; 

 but if the warning is neglected, the strongest will 

 fail. In many of such cases, moral commotions 

 have been a part of the cause, but mere intellectual 

 labor will alone produce the malady, and the prog- 

 nosis in such cases is not favorable. The history 

 of some of the most distinguished English writers 

 of our time, illustrates this subject strongly and 

 painfully. In some, the mind has been destroyed 

 piecemeal, by paralysis; and in others, it has 

 sunk at once into oppression and stupor, never to 

 be removed. 



THE MINIATURE. 



A " doubtful" likeness. 



William was holding in his hand 



The likeness of his wife: 

 Fresh, as if touch'd by fairy Avand, 



With beauty, grace, and life, 

 He thought it almost spoke; 



He gaz'd upon his treasure still ; 

 Absorbed, delighted and amaz'd, 



He view'd the artist's skill. 



" This picture is yourself, dear Jane ! 



'Tis drawn by nature true; 

 I've kiss'd it o'er and o'er again, — 



It is so much like you ! " 

 " And did it kiss you back my dear ?" 



" Why no, my love," said he; 

 " Then, William, it is very clear 



'Tis not at all like ME!" 



" No Place like Home." 



We do love our home, and we do love a good 

 English song; we also love to cluster round 

 the instrument with an unaffected girl before us, 

 w r ho will play an accompaniment without " fuss," 

 and will lead in a merry glee. This we call social, 

 enjoyable, friendly music. And then, when our 

 day's toil is over, we love to lounge in our easy 

 chair, while one, whom we need not name, gently 

 plays in the darkling light some dreamy, floating 

 air. Then she dashes into a gayer strain; now 

 her soft voice breathes out a simple song, music 

 and words alike full of poetry ; and we are drawn 

 from our shell, close, closer to her side ; and our 

 arms fall from the back of the chair to her *' clip- 

 some waist," and the music is all our own. Yes 

 — this we love; there is no showing off, no affec- 

 tation — there is home and happiness alone. 



Progress of Knowledge. 



There are two things at which the philoso- 

 phers of some future age will stand equally 

 astonished; one, that a man should ever have 

 been called upon to believe any mystery, philoso- 

 phical or religious, without a preponderance of 

 evidence of a nature which he. can grasp, or on 

 the mere ipse dixit of a fallible creature like him- 

 self ; the other, that when there is such 

 evidence, man should reject the mystery, merely 

 because it is one. And the latter will be regarded, 

 perhaps the more astonishing of the two. — Edin- 

 burgh Review. 



