Sept. 25, 1875. 
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ySBABY JASLI. _ 
Harper 9, for October. Brown October, with its 
rich forest hues and mellow tints, is welcomed by an 
idyllic poem from Jean Ingelow’s pen. The illustrations 
are more than usually profuse even for Harper’s. The 
articles are The Land of Lakes; or. The New North- 
west. — I. W. Powell, Parisian Journalists.— Junius 
Henri Browne. The South Kensington Museum. — Mon- 
cure D. Conway, continued. Glimpses of Dixie. The 
First Century of the Republic; The Experiment of the 
Union with its Preparations. — The Rev. Theodore 
Wools ey, D.D., LL.D. The Popular Idol. — William 
Mackay. The Republican Movement in Europe. — Emi- 
lio Castelar. A Pair of Scales. — Mrs. Frank McCarthy. 
The Happy Islands. — J. W. De Forest. Leeish tive 
Humors. — The Hon. S. S. Cox. Bertha’s Experiment. 
Louise Chandler Moulton. Garth. — Julian Hawthorne. 
The Mission of Music. — Ellis Gray. Of these “The 
Land of Lakes; or. The New Northwest” will possess 
some special interest for our readers. A delicate and 
refined sonnet is 
the' first breath of autumn. 
I heard a voice of Au»nmn in the trees 
C'aHiniT to me. who in far summer lands 
Bweh ajd made meirv. In the frd^rantcase 
Of the nnpe< pied uplands, oi. the ^and8 
Of Proieu^' h- me. I had cast » ff the bands 
Which bound me to my fell«*w8 nd thtir cares, 
Li\jng, a- 't^^e e in Kdt-n unaware-, 
Eutra ced bv mu'*ic of the snlty ttrands; 
The mori.ing bird:* there cheated morning air 
To liujrer, till the t^ilent brea^t of nooo 
Laid her rich warmth upon t- e dear earth's heart, 
And li go’ed there in turn, till ^U 'set, soon 
Crrown angry, called he • >»wift!y to depart; 
Thus loitering, heard i An.umn cry, ''Frepare.” 
Lippincott’s, for October, is good, as usual. The 
contents are- 
Wanderings with Virgil, illustrated; by Edward 
C. Bntce. The Ocklawaha in May, illustrated; by 
Sidney Lanier. Tintoretto’s Last Picture; by Mar- 
garet J. Preston. The Comrades, a Story in Four Chap 
ters — Chapter 11. ; by Sarah Winter Kellogg. Spiritual- 
ism and Jurisprudence; by Francis Wharton, LL. D. 
Song, by F. A. Hillard. Tlie Cornet-a-Piston, a Story 
from the French; by Pedro Antonio de Alarson. The 
Winds, a Poem; by Emma Lazarus. In the Pineland; 
by Robert Wilson. The Atonement of Learn Dundas — 
Part II.; by Mrs. E. Lynn Linton. “ The Truth about 
Madame Ratnzzi.” Camp-Fire Lyrics — VI. — Evening 
Storm, Nipicon; by Edward Kearsley. The Story of a- 
Conspiracy; by Christian Reid. A hay in Chinatown; 
by J. W. Ames. Tlie Largest Retail Store in the World, 
the Bon Marche; by Lucy H. Hooper. 
Atlantic, for October, begins with a continuation of 
Roderick Hudson. Hiram Rich follows with some songs 
under the title of Leaves on the Tide; and to these suc- 
ceed an essay by T. S. Perry on the poet Clough. Col. 
Waring, Jr., resumes his excellent instruction in Sani- 
tary Drainage, with several illustrative figures; and an 
anonymous writer gives a social satire, the Curious Re- 
public of Gondour. Albert Webster’s sketch of South- 
ern Home Politics gives an insight into the real feelings 
of old Southerners. Mrs. Kemble goes on with her en- 
tertaining Gossip. There are several Poems by Edgar 
Fawcett, Mrs. Piatt, and others. Emily Ford tells a 
story of the British press gang, the Oleander Tree; and 
there is an artic e on General John De Kalb, by Prof. 
G. W. Greene, as well as an interesting sketch 
of Old Time Oriental Trade, by W. L. Fawcett. No- 
tices of literature and art, with a review of recent Boston 
and Chicago School Reports, close the number. 
Scribner, for October, opens with a pleasing ballad, 
“ Jessamine,” by George Parsons Latbrop. Major Pow- 
ell gives an account of “An Overland Trip to the Grand 
Canon” of the Colorado; he tells the fate of the small 
band who left the main party during the former expedi- 
tion. All this is very interesting, and though tolerably 
well known, will bear reading again. Francis Gerry 
Fairfield has an able study of Poe, “A Mad Man of 
Letters.” L. L. L. write9 very lively “ Recollections of 
Liszt and Von Bulow;” Stedman concludes his “ Minor 
Victorian Poets.” “ Some Vegetable Eccentricities” are 
described by Byron D. Halsted. Frank R. Stockton has 
an extravaganza called “ Pierrot, Warrior and States- 
man,” the wit or application of which is hard to see. 
Mrs. Walker tells about “The Wintbrop-Drury Affair.” 
The “ Story of Sevenoaks,” and Jules Verne’s “ Myste- 
rious Island,” are continued. Among the poetry bits, 
George A. Baker has “ De Lunatico,” a bit of sentiment 
in contrast with his usual satirical Vers de Societe. 
Popular Science Monthly, for October, gives a 
clever paper on Bats and their Young, by Prof. Burt G. 
Wilder — illustrated; Instinct and Intelligence, by Prof. 
Conte; Monkeys from a Cold Climate, by £. Ousta- 
let — illustrated; Physical Features of the Colorado Val- 
ley — III., Water Sculpture, by Major J. W. Powell — il- 
lustrated. The interest fell in this subject is shown in 
the fact that three of the magazines have articles on it. 
A New Antiseptic; The Mechanical Action of Light, by 
Wm. Crookes, F. R. S. — illustrated; The Cause of the 
Light of Flames, by Wm. Stein; Mental Discipline in 
Education, by A. G. Merwin; The Colorado Potato Bee- 
tle, by Prof. C. V. Riley — illustrated; Pasteur on Fer- 
mentation ; Croll on Climate and Time, by E. Lewis, Jr. ; 
The Artificial Preparation of Organic Bodies, by Prof. 
Ira Remsen; Earthquakes and their Causes. By John 
Lake; Animal Life in Madagascar; Sketch of Prof. 
Stokes — Portrait ;_Correspondence — The Form of Light- 
ning Rods. 
Oliver Optic comes full charged with good things as 
usual. Going West, or The Perils of a Poor Boy. 
Brought to the Front. Nature’s Scholar, are continua- 
tions; there are also How we Caught an Angel; by an 
Old Salt. Lina’s Saturday. School-Girl Nonsense. A 
Round Trip, by the editor. The poems are. The Fall 
Flight, and other-excellent matter, with some illustra- 
tions and bit of music. 
Blackwood’s, for September, contains The Dilemma. 
Part V. Wiih plans of the Mustapbabad Residency. 
In My Study Chair. Norili-west Pembrokeshire. In a 
Studio. Conversation No. III. Tennyson’s Queen Mary. 
Horatiiin Lyrics. Lessons from the Recent Summer 
Manoeuvres. 
This number is largely devoted to poetry. Tennyson’s 
“Queen Mary” comes in for a long review, with many 
quotations. During the last four years England has, in 
imitation of Germany, instituted a system of autumn 
manoeuvres, a mimic campaign for the instruction of 
officers and men in the art of war. The concluding 
article is a description of these operations. 
Starr and Marcus, of John Street, New York, well- 
known importers of articles of vertu, have a statue “The 
Genius of Fishing," a young boy on a dolphin gather- 
ing in his net. It lacks the repose needed for statue.'que 
composition; otherwise it is balanced and full of ex- 
pression. We take interest in it from the appositeness 
of its treatment to its title. In the same show-rooms may 
be found some unusually fine bronzes, particularly a 
Zephyr and Psyche, Alexander the Great, and a re- 
duced copy of David and Goliah, in which David is 
treated as a young Arab rather than as the traditional 
blonde. 
THE FALL FLIGHT. 
A SPORTSMAN'S IDYL. 
BT CHARLES D. HALL. 
On my right the rattling pebbles tell where shore and snrges meet; 
To the left Ihe lagoon’s ripples bieak monotononsly sweet. 
On the verdant ribbon lying thns be'ween the lake and sea, 
Sit I in my stand of hr twigs, dog by side and gnn on knee . 
Damp with gaihering storm, the north-winds lash the surges into 
foam; 
O'er the foaming bar each fisher bastes to his Acadian home. 
Up and down the coast, the sea-gnlls, screaming, wheel along the 
sh-re; 
For his prey the swooping osprey dives where foaming breakers roar; 
From bis seaward, wandeiings flielh the swift black duck to his 
pool, 
Where the alder overhangeth glassy waters clear and cool. 
'Mid the sedge the Mitern boometh; and, »1th stately step and slow. 
O’er the shallows stalks the heron, seeking llnny prey below. 
Through the rifted clonds the snn-god, still a flood of radiance 
leaves 
On Acidian fields, where kirtled women b’nd the falling sheaves, 
Oilding with a hrighter glory the white chapel’s slender spire , 
And its sacr-d symbol blazing ’mid the clonds, a cross of fire. 
Spreading every inch of canvas, steering f jr the open sea. 
Stand off-shore Maine’s sharp-built schooners, from the breakers 
on the r lee. 
O’er their reeling decks by midnight many an angry sea shall sweep; 
As through surge and gust they battle, few shall close their eyes in 
sleep. 
’Mid the murky hell of waters, watching helm, and sail, and stay. 
Longing for the dawn, though fearing what may greet the eye with 
day. 
Bat to me the whistling north wind bears from o’er the troubled sea 
AU the fleet-winged host of heaven, 1 have hoped and longed to see. 
To my painted Inres the curlew swoops with whistle clear and shrill, 
Lost in the sharp shot that echoes loud from distant cliff and bill; 
From the sea the golden plover, an-wering my calling, sweep; 
Wheeling o’er the foaming breaker-*, hurry sandpiuer and peep. 
Nought avails the teal’s swift pinions, when the fatal spring I press; 
Fallen from heaven, the black dnek straggles ’mid the reeds in 
helplessness. 
Dear to me the clonded barrels, beantlfni the dark-veined stock; 
Sweet It is to bear the clicking of each keenly tempered lock; 
Sweet to hear the sharp twin-volley, that for years has carried death 
To the vainly-flying qnarry of the thicket, sea. and heath; 
Dear the faithful black retriever, and the pointer, etaanch and care; 
Sweet it is to breathe the zephyrs of the forest, sea. and mo r;— 
Sweeter still to feel that Nature daily draweth yet more nigh. 
Even still more snbtly noting change of wind, and sea, and sky; 
Drinking in the hot life flowing from the vivifying sun, 
In the northern breezes glowing, when his antamn coarse is run, 
Welcoming the sleety rainfall, fearing not the whirring snow ; 
Light they count the city’s pleasures who the sportsman’s health- 
joys know. 
Earth to these, her happier children, gives free breath and springy 
tread. 
Restful slumbers, sweet and dreamless, though they lack both root 
and bed; 
Appetite which craveth only simple food and limpid rill; 
Conscions strengih, which shnns no danger, seeks no qnarrel, fears 
no ill; 
By the great gulf’s icy waters, where St. Lawrence meets the sea. 
Such the boon, O brother sportsman. I would crave for you and me. 

The Rochester Democrat has the following: Yesterday afternoon 
three yonng women residing near the Big Brink pond, in Sbolola 
township, Pa., started to go berrying. They were obliged to cross 
the pond to reach the woods. Before entering they saw something 
in the distance swimming in the water. Thinking it was a dog they 
paid no attention to it, but started on their way across .the pond, 
which is abont two miles wide. After rowing for several hundred 
yards, the girl who was piloting the boat saw that what they ilrst 
thought to be a dog swimming in the water was a back, which was 
coming rirectly toward them. Having a clumsy pair of oars it was 
some time before the boat could he turned, and then the deer had 
reached to within a few yards of them. The girls became greatly 
terrified, for the deer was fast gaining on them, and, from the way 
it snorted and plunged, they were satisfied that it meant mischief. 
While the one rowed with all her might the other two paddled, thns 
somewhat increasing their speed; bnt the deer was slowly gaining 
on them, and knowing they could not reach the shore before being 
overtaken they ceased rowing to prepare for the inevitable battle. 
Wnen the deer, snorting and plunging, had reached to within a few 
feet of the boat, it stopped for a moment. Then it made a sadden 
plunge, and as its head attack the side of the boat the brave girls 
brought down their raised paddles upon it with such force as to 
drive it under the water. The girls again raised their only weapons, 
and as the head rose to the surface they again bronght their paddles 
to bear upon it with the same result. When ihc deer again rose from 
the watqr it seemed to realize that this was to be the death straggle, 
aad its eyes gleamed like balls of fire. It made a Innge, and threw 
its feet over the side of the boat, near the oar-locks. This nearly 
capsized the clumsy craft, and threw Maggie Jordan, the oldest of 
the three, into the water: but as she fell she canght the edge of the 
boat, and was hauled in by one of her companions. Then the hero- 
ine at the oars, as she felt the animal’s breath in her face raised a 
paddle and struck for her life, and as the blow fell across the deer’s 
head the blood started from his nostrils, and he sank back helpless 
and seemingly dead, but really only stnoned. The girls then star ted 
tor the shore, leaving the deer stragglingt^etween life and death in 
the water. Reaching the shore, one of the girls ran to a small log- 
cabin. an eighth of a mile distant, in which lived a family by the 
name of Berger, and told what had occurred. Mr. Berger seized his 
rifle and went to the pond, where he found the wounded deer ye t 
stmgg.ing in the water, a few rods from the shore. He rowed oat 
to it, and seizing it by the antlers ent its throat, and then towed 
the body to the shore. The deer was the largest ever killed in the 
neighborhood, weighing 227 ponnds. 
The Manchester Mirror says; As there is nothing meaner or more 
nnprofltable than a bad dog, so there are few things which pay bet- 
ter and are less trouble and expense than a good dog. If a watch- 
dog, be is awake at all limes of day and night, and always faithful 
and devoted to his mas er’s interests. He never tires and never 
flinches. He is proof against bribery and thrests. He never gets 
dmnk, nor asks for a vacation. He demands no wages, and does 
i.ot gr imhie abont his board He is the terror of thieves, the safety- 
guard against tramps, and the best Gre-alaim in nse. If a farm dog, 
he will watch sheep, drive cattle, keep the hens within bounds, and 
earn his price every year killing woodchucks and squirrels, and as a 
hunter he fills the first place in a sportsman’s outfit. Bnt a good dog> 
like a good horse or a good man is the resnlt of good blood and good 
training, and it is because nearly all our dogs 1 ick both pedigr e and 
decent bringing up that so many of them are good-for-nothiag, an- 
noying, sheep killing cars. It costs no more to rai-e a good dog 
than a poor one. and yet there is no animal which it is more diffi- 
cult o purehase than a good dog. To the man who owns a first- 
class one, money seems to be no object. Be he ever so poor, he will 
sell h'S cow, bis horse, and bis pig. before he will part with his dog ' 
A handred good wat ih-dogs conld be sold in this city in a week 
each one for more than some of our friends seem to think all the 
dogs in the State are worth, and the e is always a large and increas- 
ing demand for good hunters, while of good shepherd and farm 
d igs there are twenty needed where one can be had. Were it desira- 
ble we cannot rid the country of dogs. Between the human and the 
canine races there is a strong “natnral affinity." “Love me, love 
my dog,” is a foundation-stone of society. Even the lonsy cure 
which abound in the State now hold a place in the affections of the 
people from which neiiher taxation, moral suasion nor law can dis- 
lodge them, and which they will continue to held until other and 
better dogs come to take their place. 
Cfttino Down Forests Affectino Climate.— We have many 
times called attention to instances of the injarions effects on cli- 
mate of the wholesale catting down of forests. An Interesting ac- 
connt commnnicat. d some time ago to the Linuman Society by Dr. 
Shaw, fnmishes an example of another kind, and shows ns bow the 
vegetation and climate of the wool-prodncing region of the Cape 
Colony are being changed for the worse by “ a peraiatent and greedy 
system of overstocking.” The region in question is known as the 
“ Midlands;” sitnaie far in the interior beyond the Sneenwberg 
range (or Snowy Mountains); and in 'he days • f the first settlers 
was the pasture ground of tbonsands of antelopes and other ani- 
mals, which, following tha rains, migrated fram ona e&4 to tba other. 
It is vary dlSeraot now. 
