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the human frame wear out before its time, and 
your body, if not your mind, exhibit symptoms of 
dry rot.—How very true this is! And yet the 
public regard it not! You may kill yourself in 
their service, if you will; and when you are 
gathered to your fathers, they will turn to your 
successor as naturally as does the needle to the 
pole. The life of a literary man, engaged on a 
popular periodical, is not a matter for envy, but 
rather for pity. He has rarely a minute to call 
his own, and is for ever talking in his sleep !— 
W. K. 
—_—_—— 
Fish Manufactory —At Duninguen—the es- 
tablishment for producing fish on the artificial 
system—there are now 200,000 eggs of the Rhine 
salmon, and of the large trout of the Swiss lakes, 
duly fecundated; and there are 100,000 of the 
same description of eggs, also fecundated at the 
College de France, in Paris. These eggs are 
destined for distribution amongst the departments 
in which money has been voted for the application 
of the artificial system.—GaLIGNANI. 

Metropolitan Fancy Rabbit-Club.—The 23rd 
session of this flourishing society was held on 
the 21st ult., at Anderton’s Hotel. The show of 
rabbits was unusually good, and prizes were 
awarded to Messrs. Arnold, Parks, Lock, Bird, 
Stinten, and Littleton. The first prize was taken 
by Mr. Arnold. It was for a yellow and white 
buck (6 months and 19 days old), the length of 
whose ears was 212 inches by 5 inches wide. 
There were some very beautiful animals exhi- 
bited durimg the evening.—Areus. 
The World we Live in.—I am always pleased, 
my dear Sir, when I note the ardor with which 
you pursue the follies and extravagances of life,— 
striving to make people “think” for what end 
they were born, and on what they ought to do for 
the benefit of each other whilst living. I find 
the following in “ Household Words.” Ag it 
bears strongly upon “ our ” views of the question, 
I should like to see it transplanted into Our 
JourNnau :—‘‘ Only to think! How many thou- 
sand men and women in England—and how many 
millions more throughout the world—eat their 
daily bread by making and vending Fashion's 
elegant trumpery!—gloves, fans, spangles, scents, 
and bon-bons! How ships, colonies, and com- 
merce, are ali mixed up ina curious yet congruous 
elaboration with these fal-lals! How one end of 
the chain may be my lady’s boudoir and its nick- 
nacks in Belgravia, and the other end a sloppy 
ship-dock on the hot_strand of the Hooghly ! How 
a ball supper, with its artificial flowers, its trifles, 
its barley-sugar temples, its enamelled baskets and 
ratifia cakes, had its beginning in the cheerless 
garret and the heated cellar! How the immen- 
sities of the world—its workshops, and marts, and 
bourses, and chambers of commerce—are, after all, 
only an accumulation of these fashionable little- 
nesses in bulk; packed into huge bales and casks, 
registered in ledgers and day-books, and sent and 
re-seut in strong ships, with bills of lading and 
charter-parties, to the uttermost ends of the earth! 
—‘‘ Vanity of vanities, all is vanity! "—Emuy P. 




Market’ Gardens.—Within a radius of fifteen 
miles of London, there are 200,000 acres of land 
in the hands of market gardeners, all laboring for 
the London market. 10,000 loads of turnips, 
100,000 sacks of peas, 20,000,000 heads of celery, 
40,000,000 cabbages, and 100 tons of water- 
cresses, are said to be sold annually in Covent 
Garden Market, alone.—E. P. 

Science and Revelation.—Science is everywhere 
seen hand in hand with revelation ; not opposed to, 
but consonant with, its important truths. As the 
rays of the orb of day reveal in the configuration 
of the world beauties, which, without his beams, 
would exist unknown—and adorn every object by 
the glory of their reflected or transmitted hues, so 
Science, by her illuminating influence, displays, in 
every department of the universe, the wisdom and 
beneficence of its great originator; and even 
where the exhibition of these characters is least 
expected, produces, as if by a photographic pro- 
cess, vivid delineations of the Divine perfections. 
Here do we see Science accomplishing her high 
behests; making known to man the attributes of 
God, and by her light revealing the entire volume 
of Nature, as a vast supplemental Treatise to His 
written Word.—J. L. Down. 

Genius, Talent, Cleverness—Genius rushes 
like a whirlwind ; talent marches like a cavalcade 
of heavy men and horses; cleverness skims like a 
swallow in a summer evening, with a sharp shrill 
note, and a sudden turning. The man of genius 
dwells with men and with nature; the man of 
talent in his study; but the clever man dances 
here, there, and everywhere—like a butterfly in a. 
hurricane; striking everything, and enjoying 
nothing, but too light to be dashed to pieces. The 
man of talent will attack theories; the clever man 
assails the individual, and slanders private cha- 
racter. But the man of genius despises both: he 
heeds none, he fears none, he lives in himself, 
shrouded in the consciousness of his own strength 
—he interferes with none, and walks forth an 
example : ‘‘eagles fly alone, they are sheep that 
herd together.’”’ Itis true that, should a poison- 
ous worm cross his path, he may tread 3:t under 
his foot: should a cur snarl at him, he may chas- 
tise it; but he will not, cannot attack the privacy 
of another. Clever men write verses; men of 
talent write prose; but the man of genius writes 
Poetry.—Lecror. 
Effect of Snow on the Hyes.—An account has 
just been published, by one Jacques Balmot, of the 
effects produced on the eyes by the glare of the 
snow, when he and Dr. Paccord were ascending 
Mount Blanc. They had not the green veils on 
them which are recommended. He states that 
when he arrived at the grand plateau, he was so 
dazzled that he was nearly blind, and whichever 
way he looked he only saw large spots of blood. 
He sat down and closed his eyes for half-an-hour, 
and was then able to go on. They passed ‘the 
night in the snow. On the following morning 
Dr. Paccord exclaimed, ‘‘I hear the birds singing, 
and itis quite dark; ’’ but his eyes were open, and 
he was blind for the time, and only recovered 
after careful management for a considerable 
period. F. W., Clapham. 


