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settlement with us. We have actually been 
obliged to “‘ present”? one of our Dublin agents 
with the copies he has had from us! He 
will answer no letters, he will render no state- 
ment of account. ‘This has quite sickened 
us. We have therefore made sundry sacrifices, 
and so put an end to this mode of doing 
business.. We have now many friends and 
readers among the three learned professions. The 
influence of these (the clergy in particular), among 
their connections, is considerable; and we have 
determined manfully to ask their co-operation. 
The continuance of our JourNAL in the land of 
the living, rests entirely in their hands. Our 
exchequer (we have never concealed the fact), is 
unequal to do battle against the hosts of little 
difficulties that beset us. There is no doubt that 
all the JouRNAL now requires is—extended pub- 
licity ; and if our good friends will assist us in 
this matter, we have no fear whatever of break- 
ing down on the road. However, be it as it may, 
our final determination is recorded at page 9 of 
the present number of the Journau. ‘‘ Necessity 
knows no law.’’] 

What is the cause of a distinctly-heard Echo? 
—In many parts of England, Mr. Editor, and 
in the vicinity of London in particular, certain 
remarkable echoes are to be heard. Can you at 
all explain how they are so “‘ perfectly” produced ? 
It puzzles me not alittle; the more so, as in 
several instances no rational cause appears 
assignable-—HeEten W. 
[You are not the only person, fair maiden, to 
whom these matters are a puzzle. Only last 
week, whilst we were accompanying the “Thames 
Conservancy Association” in their Excursion up 
the river—a rich treat that ! we were sadly puzzled 
to account for a most beautiful and singularly-har- 
monious echo, produced in a certain spot be- 
tween Putney and Hammersmith bridges (on the 
Middlesex shore). There was, of course, a first- 
rate musical band on board. One of the gentle- 
men musicians (let us call him ‘ Sir Cornet-a- 
Piston’’,) stood on mid-deck, and discoursed on 
his instrument music worthy of the spheres. The 
shore took up “‘ the refrain,” and sent back the 
melody with even an increased sweetness to the 
ravished ear.* There was a loving contest be- 
tween land and water to keep the heart in tune. 
The strains, even yet, float on our memory; and 
we feel as if we were still gliding along that 
silver stream, the margin of which was illumined 
by the golden rays of our attendant sun—glorious 
in the mightiness of his great power. Amongst 
all the party—a large one, no individual present 
could explain what produced so perfect an embodi- 
ment of reverberating sound (for such it must be), 
nor how so large a volume of music could be so 
truthfully reported, and come home so “ natu- 
rally” to everybody’s bosom. Can any of our 
readers solve this riddle ?] 

Perfumery.—The prevailing penchant among 
women for rendering their persons “ attractive ”’ 
by means of scent, is too well known to admit of 
dispute. Whether this be strictly natural, or 
* We should mention the fact, of this particu- 
lar spot being “ noted” for producing an echo. 


desirable, or needful,—it is not my province to 
inquire, Mr. Editor. 
ordinary fact.” This hereditary weakness among 
the fair sex, has created an enormous trade among 
the growers of flowers ;both here and abroad. Some 
idea of the importance of perfumery as an article 
of commerce, may be formed when I state, that 
one of the large perfumers of Grasse, in France, 
employs annually, 80,000 lbs. of orange blossoms, 
60,000 lbs of cassie flowers, 54,000 lbs. of rose 
leaves, 32,000 lbs. of jasmin blossoms, 35,000 Ibs. 
of violet flowers, 20,000lbs. of tuberoses, 16,0001bs. 
of lilac flowers—besides rosemary, mint, lavender, 
thyme, lemon, orange, and other odorous plants, 
in like proportion. Flowers yield perfumes in all 
climates, but those growing in the warmer latitudes 
are, it seems, the most prolific in their odor, while 
those from the colder are the sweetest. Though 
many of the finest perfumes come from the Kast 
Indies, Ceylon, Mexico, and Peru, the south of 
Europe is the only real garden of utility to the per- 
fumer. Grasse and Nice are the principal seats of 
the art. From their geographical position, the 
grower (within comparatively short distances) has 
at command that change of climate most applicable 
to bring to perfection the plants required for his 
trade. On the sea-coast, his cassie grows without 
fear of frost; one night of which would destroy 
all the plants for a season. While, nearer the Alps, 
his violets are found sweeter than if grown in the 
warmer situations, where the orange tree and mig- 
nonette bloom to perfection. England, however, 
can claim the superiority in the growth of laveuder 
and peppermint ; the essential oils extracted from 
these plants grown at Mitcham in Surrey, realise 
eight times the price in the market of those pro- 
duced in France or elsewhere, and are fully worth 
the difference for delicacy of odor. All our English 
perfumers, be it observed, are wealthy men. A few 
years suffice for the realisation of a princely for- 
tune. Well may our ladies be designated “ sweet”’ 
creatures, when so many millions of flowers annu- 
ally contribute to their sweetness !—WALTER, 
Cambridge. 
[Walter ! we glory in having you for our ally. 
Go on!] 
The March of Intellect.—I have just seen a para- 
graph in the Leeds Times, which records such a 
curious novelty in the matter of bats and petticoats, 
that I conceive it worthy a place in our own Jour- 
nAL. ‘The women, it seems, will not be ‘ fem- 
inine” any longer. They like our “habits ”’ better 
than their own! But judge for yourself. The 
paragraph runs thus :—‘‘ A game of cricket, ex- 
clusively played by females (married against un- 
married), came off on Friday week, at the village 
of Wales, near Rotherham! The extraordinary 
spectacle created quite a sensation; consequently 
there was a numerous concourse of spectators. 
The players wore Bloomer hats, trimmed with pink 
and blue, and decorated with rosettes of various 
kinds. ‘The result of the game was as follows :— 
Married, 21 and 15; unmarried 12 and 18.”—After 
this, Mr. Editor, we may look for female rowing- 
clubs, female pigeon-clubs, &c. &c. Women now- 
a-days seem quite disgusted with the quiet scenes 
peculiar to domestic life. Where will this end ?— 
Araus, Oxford. 
[You have put a question, sir, that we are quite 
unable to answer.] 

I merely state the “ extra- 
ee 
