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it cannot rise again because it hath no knees or other joints in its legs. When the 
female hath lost her mate she never taketh another, but wandereih alone through 
the forest all the rest of her days. 
In conclusion, here is an appalling beast which inhabited 
India. 
The manticora* is a beast that liveth in India. It hath the face of a man and 
is of the colour of blood. It hath yellow eyes, the body of a lion, the tail of a 
scorpion, and it runneth so swiftly that no creature may escape it, but above all 
things it lusteth after the flesh of man. And know that it hath four legs above and 
four below, and sometimes it runneth with those above and at others with those 
below, and so using them alternately as it pleaseth it never groweth weary however 
far it may run. 
It is difficult to imagine what became of the four legs not 
in use — whether the beast sailed along with them erect, one at 
each corner, somewhat after the fashion of an animated four-post 
bedstead, or whether they were neatly folded upon its back. 
What, too, became of the head when the creature ran wrong 
side up ? Presumably it worked on a swivel. But these are 
mere details. 
Such are a few specimens from this strange menagerie of 
beasts. Space forbids further examples, but enough has been 
given to demonstrate how much more exciting and edifying was 
Natural History as was taught by Latini, than as now expounded 
by the zoologists of more matter-of-fact days. 
T. Okey. 
THE FALLS OF FOYERS. 
INCE we wrote our article in the September number, 
further interest has been excited in the Falls of Foyers. 
The National Trust has issued a memorial which puts 
the case strongly but temperately, and Mr. Ruskin 
has said that he “ has no words strong enough to express what 
he feels at such an iniquity, and is in great sympathy with any 
steps taken to prevent it.” 
Canon Rawnsley, too late for our September issue, sent us 
the following sonnet, which has since appeared elsewhere, but 
which we think our readers will be glad to see in Nature 
Notes : — 
Must Foyers fail, its thunders sound no more. 
Its bright rememberable rainbows fade f 
Shall here be waterless ruin, silent shade. 
While these adventurers to their pocket pour 
Profit, with loss for all our nation's store 
Of song, and filch the lightning to their aid. 
Yea, by deep wrong to Nature, ply their trade. 
And banish Love from off this blighted shore? 
* A pictorial representation of this awful monster in a book was the cause of 
unspeakable terror to the youthful Leigh Hunt. See 'I he Life of Leigh Hunt, 
by Cosmo Monkhouse. 
