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passages of a Manchester man, or of a resident 
in the city of London, if opened after death, are 
found to be more or less colored by the dirt that 
has been breathed. Perhaps it Daas not matter 
much : but we had better not make dust-holes or 
chimney-funnels of our lungs. The Englishman 
who, at the end of his days, has spent about an 
entire year of his life in scraping off his beard, 
has worried himself to no purpose! He has 
disfigured himself systematically throughout 
hife‘!!), accepted his share of unnecessary tic- 
doloreux and toothache, coughs and colds; has 
- swallowed dust, and inhaled smoke and fog, out 
of complaisance to the social prejudice which 
happens just now to prevail. 
If this monkey-trick 1s to be played with 
the human countenance, we hope all our fair 
friends will pause before they make any 
further engagements ‘‘ for better, for worse.” 
Let them look out for some smooth, fit, 
clean, and worthy object on whom to bestow 
the morning benediction, the noon-tide 
greeting, and the evening blessing; and 
having found him, let them bind him down 
to use the razor unsparingly. Only think 
of a 'Turk’s-head mop coming in rude con- 
tact with a lily-of-the-valley, or a damask- 
rose ! 
What very filthy brutes men are! They 
have, as you say, made spirit-vats of their 
insides, chimneys of their noses, volcanoes 
of their throats, apes of their persons; and 
now their faces are going to be turned into— 
serubbing-brushes ! 
“ What next, Mr. Merriman ?” 
Cambridge, Sept. 3. WALTER. 
[Well said, Walter. There seems to be 
a neck-or-nothing race between the sexes, to 
try who can most excel in personal defor- 
mity. They are going a-head at electric 
speed, and will soon extinguish all traces of 
symmetry, comeliness, and humanity. Every 
day slices off some one of the gentler orna- 
ments of Nature’s delicate hand, and replaces 
it by another of the rougher kind—borrowed 
from the lower order of the brute creation. 
In a letter recently received from Glasgow, 
a friend says, speaking of the spreading 
mania—‘In this place, too, there is a 
decided movement showing itself against the 
use of the razor; and even the workmen 
have resolved to cultivate the moustache!” 
(Only think of the “population” on the 
human face, when next the census is taken!) 
Of course the upper classes set the bad 
example, and it immediately spreads like 
wild-fire. Never mind, Walter. WE will 
not lay aside the razor; but shave very 
close, and with a very keen edge, all those 
whose bestial propensities lead them to stray 
from the pleasant paths of Nature’s sweet 
garden, be they male, or be they female. 

SCENES IN INDIA. 
SPEARING THE WILD-DOG. 
BY AN OLD SHIRKURREE. 
AT A CERTAIN SEASON OF THE YEAR, 
Mr. Editor, during the hot dry months 
(March, April, and May), that frightful 
disease, hydrophobia, prevails to a great 
extent among the wild-dogs and jackals that 
infest nearly every inhabited part of India. 
Both of these animals are addicted to carrion 
in the most advanced stages of putrefaction, 
and, by indulging their polluted appetites 
with decayed carcases, they incur, thereby, 
the most loathsome diseases ; disgusting in 
appearance to behold, and dangerous to 
approach. 
In the month of March, the town and 
surrounding neighborhood of Cuttack was 
visited by numerous mad dogs, which had 
bitten large numbers of cattle, and many 
human beings had suffered from the attacks 
of these rabid creatures. The two frequent 
occurrences of this description inspired the 
natives with a dread of moving abroad, and 
this circumstance having reached the ears of 
the officers of the 66th Regiment of Bengal 
Native Infantry, which was at the time 
stationed at Cuttack, the latter determined 
that they would hunt down all the parriahs 
they might meet with, and destroy them 
indiscriminately. With this view, several 
gentlemen met upon the Chowly-a-gunge 
plain, armed with hog-spears ; and mounting 
their horses, took the field, intent upon their 
object. This plain extends for about a mile 
in length, and is partially occupied by 
decayed bungalows, many years since the 
residences of the officers of regiments which 
lay on the Chowly lines. But when the 
staff of Cuttack was reduced, in 1824, the 
lines were thenceforth abandoned, and the 
ruins are now resorted to by dogs and jackals 
only, where they take up their lonesome 
abodes. 
Large droves of bullocks are in the con- 
stant practice of grazing upon this extensive 
tract of territory, and scarcely a day passes 
over but one or more of these beasts die of 
disease, and their carcases are left upon the 
plain, as food for the dogs and jackals. 
Hence the latter are continually haunting 
this desolate spot, looking out for carrion 
spoil. The hunters, shortly after their 
arrival on the ground, got view of a dead 
bullock, which was being greedily contended 
for by thirteen or fourteen parriah dogs, and 
a group of volucrine competitors for the 
prize, in the form of a flight of fierce and 
hungry vultures. These forbidding-looking 
birds,—these death-scenting scavengers, had 
“Let the galled jade wince; our withers | assembled around the carcase in large num- 
are unwrung.’’| 
bers, with their frowning wings expanded, 

