vé 
It is the sick of the naval hospital we have to 
deal with. There are other wonders in the deep 
beside whales and walruses,—-mermaids and sea: 
serpents. Familiar as the sailor is with his elements: 
the vegeto animal life of the ocean is an unopened 
book of marvels to him. Now what I would sug- 
gest as an amusement for the valetudinarian in this 
important institution, not alone to engross the mind 
pleasurably, and withdraw it from the morbid sen- 
sations of ill-health, but to keep it from brooding 
over friendsand family far away, is an aquarium, or 
tank of rough rock work, grottoed at the ends, and so 
large that the eye might survey the objects within 
the water ata long angle, and see them fully and 
fairly. I would have it garnished with poriferous 
and polypiferous animals, actiniz, corals, mollusea, 
and echino dermata, crustacea, and fishes, with fll 
possible collections of sea weeds, algx, and other 

_andof my poor mother. Ihave never had milk from any 
one since I left her. I used daily to receive.it front her 
hands.” ‘Then burying the recollection of his home in 
agony in his bosom, and remembering he was sick among 
strangers and without a mother’s care, or a sister's com- 
fort to scothe him, the emotion was too great for his en- 
feebled heart—he rolled himself upon his pillow and died. 
‘*T have heard a voice that cries aloud— 
Home, home, Comnenus ! == 
— ——— ———-——. Where hath he a home? 
His home is with the dead !” 
fsaae Comnenus, a Play, A. a. S. iit. 
by Henry Tayror, 
