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a greater sacrifice) careless of her own looks and 
dress. 
From morn to eve, unmindful of her form, 
Unmindful of the happy dress that stole 
The wishes of the youth, when every maid 
With envy pin’d— 
devoting every moment of her time, and every 
thought of her heart, to a watchful attendance on 
her helpless charge, and performing all those 
offices for its ease and comfort to which nothing 
but a sense of duty could reconcile her! 
But there is an instance of the triumph of the 
intellectual over the instinctive which has been so 
frequently exemplified in the maritime history of 
our country as to merit recording here. Let us 
place ourselves, in imagination, amidst the fearful 
turmoil of a shipwreck, where, through the roaring 
of the storm, we can hear the agonising shrieks 
of those on board the stranded vessel. There is 
one, however, who, in the midst of the agitated 
crowd, is ordering and directing everything with 
perfect composure. The only boat that has es- 
caped wreck, is carefully lowered; and this indi- 
vidual, the captain of the vessel, busies himself in 
seeing placed in it the most helpless of the pas- 
sengers, and boatful after boatful is landed in 
safety before he himself quits. Or the case may 
be that the boat will not hold all, yet he refuses.a 
place in it for himself; and there he stands, on the 
deck of the sinking vessel, having made up his 
mind to perish rather than sacrifice one of the 
lives committed to his charge. Here we see the 
natural and powerful instinct, of self-preservation 
subdued by a seaman’s sense of duty! 
But even in the occupations of ordinary life, 
we find many examples of the subjugation of the 
lower propensities of animal life to the nobler 
objects of the intellectual character. We see the 
astronomer in his observatory, and the chemist in 
his laboratory—the one heedless of the cold night 
and wintry sky, seated for hours at the telescope, 
watching the progress of some distant star across 
its disc; the other, amidst an atmosphere of 
mephitic gas, repeating his experiments on some 
detonating compound, that on the least accident 
would blow him to pieces. And for what is all 
this abandonment of selfish gratification, and ex- 
posure to physical suffermg and danger ?—to 
enable these individuals to confirm or establish 
some fact in science, or enable some future in- 
quirers to do so, long after they themselves are in 
their graves. 
It is curious to find that however sagacious 
some animals may be, and however near they 
sometimes approach ourselves in intelligence, there 
are certain intellectual acts they are never found 
to attempt in any degree whatever. ‘ Nobody,” 
says Adam Smith, ‘ever saw a dog make a fair 
and deliberate exchange of one bone for another 
with another dog. No one ever saw one animal, 
by its gestures and natural cries, signify to 
another ‘this is mine, that is yours; I am willing 
to give this for that.’ No animal is found to cook 
his food, and none of them have a perception of 
the beautiful in external nature. Who ever saw 
a horse or an ass gazing with pleasure on the 
scenery amidst which they are grazing? Neither 
do any of them employ any means of decorating 
their bodies artificially—a propensity which is 

found universally in the human race, from the 
accomplished female of civilised life, who wreathes 
her natural locks with flowers, to the rude savage 
who sticks a fish-bone through her nostrils, to 
quemen the fascination of her squat and sable 
ace ! 

Tue A, B, C, or AtrHapeticat Rartway 
Guipe. Numbers 1 and 2. William 
Tweedie. 
This much-desiderated monthly periodical 
professes to show you, at a glance, “ How and 
when you can go from London to the 
different stations in Great Britain, and return ; 
together with the fares, distances, population,” 
&e., &e. 
This profession is literally and most honor- 
ably fulfilled. In one moment, we find all 
we want. No hunting (as in ‘ Bradshaw ’’) 
for a full hour ; and then being more puzzled 
than ever as to what so much paper and 
print can possibly mean. All is clear, 
distinct, and perfectly intelligible even to a 
child. If we want to go to Cambridge, we 
look under C. There it is, in an instant. 
“From Bishopsgate station, 574 miles.”’ The 
fares are also stated; the population, and 
the times of departure and arrival at and 
from. The matter lies in a nutshell. Six- 
pence tells you all you can care to know. 
The work is exquisitely printed, nobly 
arranged, highly useful; and it will soon 
silence every other work of more pretension 
but with little claim to public support. We 
cannot say more—we could not say less. 

A Lecrure& on THE OrIGIN AND MAnuFAc- 
TURE OF Paper. By R. HERRING.” 
This is a pamphlet, emanating from a 
wholesale stationer. Being behind the scenes, 
he is able as willing, to point out the decep- 
tion used in paper-making. His remarks 
are worth listening to. He says— 
So far as the public, and even half the 
stationers are concerned, I believe no branch of 
trade offers such undeniable opportunities of 
deception, as that in connection with the material 
of paper ; arising necessarily, to a great extent, 
from the ignorance which an excessive variety 
always creates. 
But paper is also made a very ready acquisition 
for misleading people with reference to numerous 
other commodities. Some coarse kinds being 
cheaper than leather, are not unfrequently made 
use of to gratify the public, even by reducing the 
price of boots and shoes. Not, however, to enter 
unnecessarily into such matters, I will just give 
an instance which occurred to me the other day, 
in the case of a grocer, situate in a very populous 
district. 
Royal-hand, you must know, is the name of 
a certain size of paper, used chiefly for packing 
up moist sugar. One ream will do up a hogshead 
of 14 or 15 cwt. ‘There are two colors, blue and 
white; the latter being more frequently made use 
of, because a little cheaper. We were quite out 


