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but for nearly two months the dog apparently left the bottom 
of the shaft. Its cries being heard again, Francis Carty con- 
structed a variety of traps and ultimately succeeded in rescuing 
the poor animal nearly six months after it was thrown down the 
mine. The dog is now alive and well, and several sympathisers 
have given Carty tangible proofs of their appreciation of his 
conduct. 
THE ANGEL IN THE LILAC-BUSH. 
Untired of will, with tireless tongue 
From morn to latest eve has sung 
The thrush who, all through May and June, 
Has kept my garden close in tune. 
There is no separate tree or flower 
But owns her harmonising power, 
And feels to-day in every part 
As if it had one human heart. 
The crake is silent in the vale. 
The cuckoos cease their wandering tale. 
But still, as if it felt each morn 
Some newer call for thanks were born, 
This angel in the lilac-bush. 
Impatient of a moment’s hush. 
Gives unto whom no voice is given 
The note of praise that sounds in Heaven. 
H. D. Rawnsley. 
AVEBURY. 
IGH up on the Wiltshire Downs, in one of those slight 
hollows where the trees will grow and give a pleasing 
diversity to the landscape, lies a little village that is 
full of interest. The attention of Selbornians has been 
drawn to it of late through the action of their President, and 
they may be assured that a visit to Avebury will well repay any 
pilgrimage that they may make ; for there, and in the immediate 
neighbourhood, are sufficient tokens of man’s handiwork to join 
together many a thread of history, and recall the memories of 
many periods long past. And there will be, in addition, the 
natural beauties of the downland, and close by one of the most 
delightful panoramic views that the downs can afford. These 
downs, so well loved and praised by Richard Jefferies, stretch for 
many miles across the county, and the health-giving down air 
blows across, even in the hot days of summer, with refreshing 
