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haps ever learn, otherwise, in the course of 
a long life. They are shown what Man is 
from his early infancy ;—how formed, how 
protected by the ever vigilant, kind, loving 
hand of Gop, who foresaw what must befall 
him in this lower world, and who provided 
accordingly. ‘The heart which could enter 
these spacious rooms, and look with a philo- 
sophic eye on their contents without a feel- 
ing of gratitude, adoration, and praise (to 
say nothing of wonder, admiration, fear, and 
intense thoughtfulness), must be harder than 
a millstone—unworthy a place in the human 
breast. We consider the opening of this 
Exhibition a national benefit. 
Nor are these humanising objects, these 
startling facts connected with the enjoyment 
of our very being, kept from the eye of 
women. No! For their use and instruction 
in particular are very many objects prepared, 
which (there must be no fastidiousness in 
such matters) it is a positive duty for them 
to view in all their details. Mrs. Leach (on 
certain days in the week) kindly explains 
these; and, with a feeling which does her 
infinite honor, rarely fails to impress upon the 
female mind the immense importance of the 
object which these models were made to 
point out. Dr. Leach is equally eloquent in 
his explanations and lectures to gentlemen 
visitors. We are glad always to find in the 
rooms a goodly number of these; and to 
note how, for the most part, they carefully 
examine the amiable mysteries of nature— 
complex yet simple. 
Some people wonder at the bodily defor- 
mity that exists amongst us. They are 
surprised when they behold so many mis- 
shapen legs, heads, and bodies. They marvel 
at the serious amount of illness that prevails 
amongst us. Let such people pay a visit to 
Dr. Kahn’s Museum, and their wonder will 
cease. Habited as our women ever have 
been, worshipping that heathen god—‘‘ Fas- 
hion,” as they still do, their offspring must 
be unhealthy. Deformity, too, the natural 
consequence of tight-lacing, is entirely at- 
tributable to them ; as well as the long, fear- 
ful catalogue of other ailments to which we 
are all inturn subjected. These are “facts” 
—proved in Dr. Kahn’s rooms beyond the 
power of contradiction. Is our pen then to 
be blamed for its honesty in thrusting so 
remorselessly at the hydra—Fashion ? 
We may just add to these remarks, that 
among the models exhibited is one (the size 
of life) of a human body. This is, within 
and without, an exact copy from hfe. The 
veins, muscles, arteries, &c., are all shown. 
The lungs, heart, liver, and every cther part 
of the internal frame, are moveable. They 
are taken out by the lecturer, systematically, 
one by one, and their uses and action are 
minutely explained. This alone is worth a 



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visit. It is a sight which everybody ought 
to see—everybody ought to ponder upon. 
No words of ours can give more than an idea 
of its nature or importance. 
Well might the Sweet Singer of Israel ex- 
claim, in the fulness of his holy admiration— 
‘YT will praise Thee, O God, for I AM FEAR- 
FULLY AND WONDERFULLY MADE!” 
THE WRONG LETTER-BOX. 

AFFECTION is the Deity’s best gift— 
The brightest star that glitters in His crown, 
And flashes its refulgence to the earth. 
Ann 8. STEVENS. 
WE ARE GREAT OBSERVERS OF HUMAN 
NATURE; and we dearly love to trace her 
operations in those who are a few degrees 
removed from the sphere in which our own 
lot is cast. We have many opportunities 
for this; and we delight to breathe in such 
a wholesome atmosphere. 
We are glad to note a similar feeling in 
a brother Editor residing in America, who 
thus writes in the United States Gazette :— 
Amusing incidents often occur by persons 
mistaking the letter-box of stores and offices 
in this vicinity, for that of the post-office. 
We sometimes find three or four letters in 
our own letter-box, intended for the mails. 
These we, of course, put on their way. 
Standing once at our front window, we 
observed a young woman whose face was not 
visible to us, drop a letter into our box; and 
on taking it out, we found that she had mis- 
taken our establishment for that of a post- 
office. It was directed to Thomas , in 
Ireland, and the inland postage accompanied 
it. The letter we caused to be sent with 
some others to the post-office, and gave the 
circumstance no further thought. 
Busied some months afterwards in examin- 
ing the contents of our exchange papers, and 
inditing such paragraphs as they suggested 
to. us, we did not pay much attention to a 
gentle rap at the door of our private room, 
until it was repeated. We then, too anxious 
to conclude our labors to open to the appli- 
cant, bade the one that knocked “ come in,” 
and continued our labors without lifting an 
eye to the door, which was opened quietly, 
and as quietly closed. We were startled at 
length with a sweetly modulated voice, 
inquiring—“ Is there a letter here for me?” 
We at once raised our eyes, and saw a 
female about eighteen years of age—or, as 
we have of late lost the art of judging closely 
in these matters, perhaps twenty. It did 
not make a dimple’s difference to her face, 
and would not, if five more years had been 
added to them. ‘There was an oval face, 
with nature’s blush, and a slight projection 
of the mouth that told of Ireland, even 
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