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nette. On the table stood a medicine- bottle, 
about one-third full of a most nauseous 
rhubarb mixture. The monkey’s curiosity 
was instantly excited by the sight of the 
bottle. She sprang upon the table, seized 
the bottle, and shook it violently: but the 
cork was an obstacle. However, she soon 
managed to pull it out with her teeth; and 
then placing the neck of the bottle in her 
mouth, drank off every drop of its repulsive 
contents with apparently the greatest gusto. 
You can well imagine that this was a very 
droll performance. 
Throughout the whole time that this 
monkey was in my possession, I never once 
saw her evince any signs of malice, or fero- 
city of disposition; although on one occasion 
her temper must have been rather severely 
tried. When she was first brought to me, a 
small collar was fastened round her neck; to 
this a thin chain was usually fixed, before we 
felt sufficient confidence in her tameness to 
suffer her to be at large inthe room. One 
morning, desiring to exhibit the monkey to 
some friends, I called to her to come out of 
her cage ; but she only looked up, and did 
not seem at all inclined to stir. Thinking 
she might be sleepy or lazily inclined, I 
slipped the chain through the buckle of the 
collar. She remained quite still. I pulled 
her, and then she made a plaintive murmur, 
and put her hand to her neck. Then, for the 
first time,I fancied something might bewrong. 
I took her out and examined her; and, to 
my sorrow, found that the tin collar had 
worked through the leather binding, and 
caused quite a severe wound in the poor little 
animal’s neck. I need not say that the 
manacle of slavery was at once removed, and 
never again placed upon her. A few simple 
remedies effected a complete cure, and not 
the slightest scar remained after three weeks 
had elapsed. 
Poor JEANNETTE was carried off in the 
autumn of 1850, by an attack very strongly 
resembling cholera. She was sent to a famous 
animal-doctor at Pimlico, who exerted all his 
skill, but in vain, to save her. ‘To the last, 
she exhibited the same gentleness of dispo- 
_ sition, which had, during her short career, 
won for her so many friends; and my 
children, to this day, often talk of their 
merry games with—poor Jeannette, the 
monkey. 
| C.0. FP: 
Dawlish, Sept. 10. 
VIRTUE AND VICE. 
As, in geometry, the oblique must be known as 
well as the right; and in arithmetic the odd as 
well as the even—so in actions of life, he who 
seeth not the filthiness of evil, wanteth a great 
foil to perceive the beauty of virtue—Sir P. 
SIDNEY. 



KIDD’S OWN JOURNAL. 
THE WOMEN OF SPAIN: 
Hard is the task, and bold the advent’ rous flight, 
Of him who dares in praise of BEAUTY write ; 
For when to that high theme our thoughts ascend, 
’Tis to DETRACT,—too poorly to commend ? 
CONGREVE. 

WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN IMPRESSED with 
the belief, that the Spanish women are truly 
beautiful. All travellers of the masculine 
gender have pronounced them so, and it is no 
more than fair to give them—at least some 
of them—credit for a sound judgment in the 
matter. 
But there is a new version abroad, put forth 
by Lady Louisa Tenison. She -— woman 
like—‘‘ cannot see” much to talk about m 
Spanish beauty, nor in Spanish dress. It is 
amusing to hear her talk, and to turn to the 
pages which have been written by other 
writers of the opposite sex. Oh, Woman! 
verily thou art a paradox! 
Nor is it less amusing to hear her lady- 
ship sit in judgment on the taste of the Spanish 
women, as regards dress. No doubt she 
takes her own countrywomen as her model ! 
But let us listen to her comments :— 

On the Alameda, or public walk of Malaga, such 
a variety of colors meet and dazzle the eye, as to 
make the stranger at once conclude that whatever 
attractive qualities Spanish women may possess, 
taste in dress cannot be considered among them. 
The most striking novelty on first landing in Spain, 
is the mantilla, or black veil, which is generally 
worn ; although here and there bonnets are creep- 
ing in, and Spanish women are sacrificing the only 
becoming peculiarity they have left, in order to 
imitate the fashions of their neighbors. 
There is an elegance and a dressy appearance 
about the mantilla which create surprise at its not 
having been adopted by other nations; and if 
Spaniards could only be made to feel how unbe- 
coming bonnets are to them, the rich masses of 
whose splendid hair prevent the bonnet being pro- 
perly worn, they would cherish the mantilla, as 
conferring on them a peculiar charm in which 
they are safe to fear no rivals. I know that I 
shall be accused of insensibility and want of taste, 
when I confess that my first disappomtment on 
landing in Spain was the almost total absence 
of beauty amongst the Spanish women. 
This last observation is conclusive as to 
the justness of our foregoing remarks. 
Women are not correct or competent judges 
of “beauty” in their own sex. They do 
not “‘ see with our eyes.”” How should they ? 
Her ladyship proceeds :— 
Poets have sung of Spain’s “dark glancing 
daughters,” and travellers have wandered through 
the country with minds so deeply impressed with 
the preconceived idea of the beauty of the women, 
that they have found them all their imagination 
so fondly pictured, and in their works have fostered 
what I cannot help maintaining 2s a mere delusion 
—one of the many in which people still indulge 
when they think and dream of Spain. 
The women of Spain have magnificent eyes, 
