Useful, J'ricntific, &f 
itetiittive and Sit 
COMPANY MANNERS 
RAPIDITY OF SENSATION 
FELICITIES OF PORTRAIT PAINTING, 
“ Well,” aaid Bessie, very emphatically, “ /think 
Russell Morton la tho best boy there is, anyhow.” 
“Why so, pet?” I asked, settling myself in the 
midst of the bu3y group gathered around in the 
firelight. 
“I can tell,” interrupted Wilfred, mockingly. 
“ Bessie likes Rus. because he always touches his hat 
to her.” 
“I don’t care, you may laugh,” said frank little 
Bess; "that is the reason—at least, one of ’em. 
He’s nice; he don’t stamp and hoot in the ho use— 
and he never says, ‘ Hallo Bess,’ or laughs when I 
fall on the ice.” 
“ Bessie wants company manners all the time,” 
said Wilfred. And Bel added:—“ We should all act 
grown up, if she had her fastidiousness suited.” 
Bel, be it said in passing, is very fond of long 
words, and has asked for a dictionary for her next 
birthday present. 
Dauntless Bessie made haste to retort. “ Well, if 
growing up would make some folks more agreeable, 
it’s a pity we can’t hurry about it.” 
“ Wilfred what are company manners ?” interpos¬ 
ed I from the depths of my easy chair. 
“ Why—why—they’re—it’s behaving , you know 
when folks are hero, or we go a visiting.” 
“Company manners are good manners;” said 
Horace, sententiously. 
“Oh yes," answered 1, meditating on It. “ I see; 
manners that are too good—for mamma—but just 
right for Mrs. Jones.” 
« That’s It,” cried Bess. “ Give it to ’em, cousin 
dear." 
“ Not at all,” I replied. “ But let us talk it over 
a bit. Seriously, why should you be more polite to 
Mrs. Jones than to mamma? Ton don’t love her 
better?” 
“Oh my! no, Indeed,” chorused the voices. 
“Well, then, I don’t see why Mrs. Jones should 
have all that’s agreeable ; why the hats should come 
off and the tones soften, and ‘please,’ and ‘thank 
you,’ and 1 excuse me’ should abound in her house, 
and not in mamma’s.” 
“ Oh! that’s different.” 
“ And mamma knows we mean all right. Besides, 
we were talking about boys 
If a needle be stuck into one of the fingers, the 
fibers take the impression through the 
A writer In the Watcnman and Reflector is giv¬ 
ing some pleasant pen sketches of the oldest Amer¬ 
ican painter now living— George L. Brown. Having 
told ns of Mr. Brown’s early experience abroad, we 
are further informed ofjhis return to Boston in 1834, 
and his success there as a landscape painter. At 
that time Doughty and Fisher, regarded as the 
best landscapes in America, (Cole alone excepted, 
who was justly looked upon as without a peer,) 
were the only painters of any note in Boston. Good 
pictures therefore sold] rapidly, and brought good 
prices. 
For some reason not stated Brown went from 
Boston to Worcester, where he spent two years, 
dividing his time between landscapes and portraits. 
The latter department of his art much annoyed him, 
however. The displays of variety and ignorance It 
brought out coutrastedjstrongly with the truth and 
modesty of nature, which he so loved. One inci¬ 
dent disgusted him so that he determined to leave 
portrait painting entirely, —which he did at once 
and finally. The incident is thus related: 
A well-to-do-farmer engaged him to paint portraits 
of his family. Tb.terfdm.Uias, a choir-singer of some 
note in his neighborhood, insisted on being depicted 
with his mouth open and a psalm book in his hand; 
materfamUias decided on an exhibition of all her 
jewelry in union with a knife in one hand and in the 
other a plate of apples, of which, as she carefully 
announced, she was uncommon fond; the grand¬ 
mother, with better^instincts, preferred to go down 
to posterity in company with her knitting needles; 
whereas, the "old man,” who hail defective sight, 
and wore huge] goggles, suggested that although 
these aids to his vision must be preserved, it might 
be better to paint him first with blue eyes “like my 
darter's” and then to put on the specs. This was 
too much for the nervons aud perhaps somewhat 
irascible youugartist; he sullenly executed his com¬ 
mission, but could never be coaxed to take another 
order for portraits. 
sensory 
nerve and the posterior root to the 6pinal cord and 
thence to the brain. The command goes out to 
“draw the finger away.” The mandate travels 
down the spinal cord to the anterior root, and 
thence through the motor fibers of the nerve to 
the muscles, which immediately act, and the finger 
is at once removed. All this takes place with great 
rapidity, but yet with nothing like the celerity once 
imagined. The researches of Helmholtz, a*distm- 
guished German physiologist, have showD with 
great exactitude the rate of speed with, which the 
nervous fluid travels; aud other observers, amoug 
whom Schelske deserves mention, have given a great 
deal of time and patience to this and kindred ques¬ 
tions. As the result of many deliberations, it was 
ascertained that the nervous fluid moves at the rate 
of about 971 feet in a second. Now electricity trav¬ 
els with a speed exceeding 1,200,000,000 feet in a 
second, and light over 900,000,000. A shooting star 
moves with a velocity of 200,000 feet is a second, 
and the earth, in its orbit around the sun, 100,000. 
A cannon ball has a mean velocity of 1,800 feet in a 
second; an eagle, 130; a locomotive, 95; and a race 
horse 80. We thus perceive that the nervous fluid 
has no very remarkable rate of speed. A fact which, 
among many others, serves to indicate its non-iden¬ 
tity with electricity. 
Professor Bonders of Utrecht has recently been 
making some interesting experiments in regard to 
the rapidity of thought, which are likewise interest¬ 
ing. By means of two instruments, which he calls 
the noemataehograph and the noematacbometer, he 
promises 6ome important details. For the present, 
he announces that a simple idea requires the brain 
to act for .007 of a second for its elaboration. Doubt¬ 
less the time required is not the same for all brains, 
and that by means of these instruments we may ob¬ 
tain definite indications relative to the mental cali¬ 
ber of our friends. What invaluable instruments 
they would be for nominating caucuses for vestries, 
for trustees of colleges, for merchants in want of 
bookkeepers; in short, for all having appointments 
of any kind to make! 
For the eye to receive an impression requires .077 
of a second, and for the ear to appreciate a sound, 
.149 of a second are necessary. The eye, therefore, 
acts with nearly twice the rapidity of the ear.— Wil¬ 
liam A.. Hammond, M. B, t in Galaxy. 
you are not fair, cousin; 
and girls—not grown people.” 
Thus my little audience assailed me, and I was 
forced to a change of base. 
“ Well, about boys and girls, then. Cannot a boy 
be Just as jolly, if, like onr friend Russell, he 
touches his cap to little girls, doesn’t pitch his 
brother in the snow, and respects the rights of his 
cousins and intimate friends ? It seems to me that 
politeness Is just as suitable to the playgroand as 
the parlor.” 
“ Gh, of course; if you’d have a fellow give up all 
fun, and keep forever bowing and scraping like a 
Frenchman”’ grumbled WiLfred. 
** My dear boy," said L, “ that isn’t what I want. 
Run, and jump, and shout as much as you please; 
skate, aud slide, and snowball; bat do it with 
politeness to other boys and girls, and DU agree you 
shall find just as much fun in it. You sometimes 
accuse me of undue love for Burke Holland, whom 
you say I pet more than any of my child-friends. 
Can I help it ? For though he gets into scrapes in 
plenty, and is thoroughly frolicsome, his manners 
are always good. Yon never see him with his chair 
He never 
Lord Brougham was identified with England’s 
literature for more than half a century. His career 
in letters began with that or Sidney Smith, Jeffrbt 
and Palmerston, and continued long after theirs 
had closed. B at his later years were almost value¬ 
less to himself and the world. Indeed, the last few 
months of a life longer and more active than falls 
to the lot of most men were spent in utter impo¬ 
tence. The picture given of him Is a very painful 
one:—“An English gentleman called to see him, 
not long before his death, at Cannes. ‘I am Mr. 
B.,’ 6aid the visitor. ‘ But Mr. B. is dead,’ was the 
reply of Lord Brougham. ‘Indeed I am he.’ ‘1 
am not used to be contradicted,’ was the rejoinder; 
' it is only on the basis of Mr. B.’b death that I will 
converse.’ And then on this extraordinary * basis,’ 
the conversation went on. But with the exception 
of some such hashes as this, there was an entire 
vacuity in that mind once so actively peopled, and 
an entire vacuity around. Wife was gone; children 
gone; contemporaries gone. He was the last surviv¬ 
or of those who entered the race with him; and 
those who followed him heeded him not.” 
birds specially commended is the one depicted in 
the preceding illustration—“The Griffon Vulture.” 
Allied to this bird in character, and sharing in the 
honors accorded it, are the ibis, the crow and its 
near relative, the raven, whose nature is to seek out 
and consume the Dffal which would otherwise load 
the air with offensive odors generating disease and 
death. Thi 3 part of his subject the author denomi¬ 
nates “Purilication;” and by implication the bird 
here illustrated must be a purifleator. This class of 
birds have generally been conceded the merit of 
occasional usefulness, in many respects, but this 
credit has been rather grudgingly given. In M. 
Michelet, however, they have found an admirer 
who is not ashamed of their company nor afraid to 
exalt them above the more generally popular and 
aspiring eagle. The illustration is a good one, 
whatever may be the estimate of the bird it portrays. 
M. Michelet, a well known French Historian and 
political Philosopher, recently gave to the public a 
volume, composed during a period of relaxation 
from more severe studies, denominated “ The Bird.” 
Reposing amid the fields and forests of Brittauy he 
had an opportunity to study the many living illus¬ 
trations of the ornithological family, to which he 
seems to have been devoted with the ardor of a first 
love. He does not attempt a regular classification 
of birds, but treats generally of the habits and promi¬ 
nent characteristics of the bird family and their rela¬ 
tive value to man. With most of them he is on 
The Japanese are emphatically a race of paper- 
makers and paper-users. It enters into all their 
trade calculations, and is exhaustive of more of 
their ingenious art than any other one article. 
When a collection of the different kinds of paper 
was made to be sent to the London Exhibition of 
1802, no less than sixty-seven kinds were forwarded. 
It is made to subserve the purposes of the useful 
as well as the ornamental. Everywhere may be 
seen paper fans, paper umbrellas, paper pouches, 
paper lanterns, paper pocket-haudkerehiefs, cloaks 
and windows. The paper strings used by storekeep¬ 
ers, so lately introduced here, have been used by the 
Chinese for centuries. A short time ago an Inventor 
applied for a patent on a paper hat, and a revolution 
ia tiles was promised. But the invention was little 
more, than a theft from our antipodes, for the Jap¬ 
anese wore hats of paper before Columbus saw the 
West Indies. We now hear every day of the paper 
lath or ceiling; but in Japan they have used paper 
walls from time immemorial. Paper among the 
Japanese is not only an article of trade, but a medi¬ 
um of exchange. Among the wealthy a certain 
quantity of paper is required to constitute a mar¬ 
riage portion. They manufacture paper from the 
bark of a certain tree, but not like us from rags. 
The preparation of it is a curious process, and re¬ 
quires a much longer time than we employ in its 
manufacture. 
IFanoMS lupus 
The New York correspondent of the Cincinnati 
Gazette, iu one of his late letters, spoke of an ad¬ 
vertisement in the Herald offering to purchase a 
medical diploma from any of the Scottish Universi¬ 
ties, bearing date ten or fifteen years ago, and adds 
“This business, though oot generally followed In 
America, is common enough In England, where any 
man, with little or no medical knowledge, will buy 
a diploma from anybody who has it to sell; and 
then, assuming the name written upon it, will set 
up in business. In this country, most of the quacks 
who advertise largely iu the papers, with a declara¬ 
tion that they learned their business in London, 
Paris, Vienna, or other European cities, are of this 
school. One in Boston, with an income of §15,000, 
was a journeyman printer, who knew no more of 
mediene than a dog does of astronomy. Disliking 
his trade, he bought a diploma from the widow of a 
physician, aud then hung out his shingle as Dr. 
-. One, in St. Louis, announces that hiB diplo¬ 
ma hangs iu his office; and as he has three rooms, 
and a diploma in each of them, there is no reason 
to doubt his veracity. Possibly the advertisement 
In the Herald may be the precursor of many others 
of the same kind, so that we may, ere long, see the 
purchase and sale of credentials fairly established 
among us.” 
THE POWER OF MUSIC 
tipped np, or his hat on in the house, 
pushes ahead of you to get first out of the room. If 
you are going out, he holds open the door; il weary, 
it is Bnrke who brings a glass of water, places a 
chair, hands a fan, springs to pick up your handker¬ 
chief—and all thi3 without being told to do so, or 
interfering with his own gayety in the least. More¬ 
over, this attention ian’t given to me as the guest, 
or to Mrs. Jones when he visits her, but to mamma, 
aunt -Jenny, and little sister, just as carefully; at 
home, in school, or at play, there is always just so 
much guard against rudeness. His courtesy is not 
merely for state occasions, bat a well fitting garment 
worn constantly.” 
“ Why, I understand; he treats everybody just as 
Bernard docs CouBin Zilpha,” explained little Daisy. 
“Ahem—yes,” 1 assented. “1 think his good¬ 
breeding, or gentlemanliness is, after all, genuine 
loving kindness . In fact, that is exactly what real 
politeness Is; carefulness for others, and watchful¬ 
ness over ourselves, lest our angles shall interfere 
with their comfort. 1 am sure I think we all ought 
to cultivate it. The apostle Peter must have deem¬ 
ed it important, when among other charges he bade 
the brethren ‘ be pitiful, be courteous. 1 ” 
“ I knew you wouldn't let us off without a ser¬ 
mon,' 1 said Wilfred, half sulkily. 
“ Hush up, you grumbler!” said Horace. “ Cousin 
is right. We all will begin to be polite at once. 
We’ll be as polite as the man I read about the other 
day—somebody great, too—but I can’t remember 
his name- 
LITERARY AND ART ITEMS, 
Essays almost without number have been written 
on the power of music, but none of them have so 
touchiugly and so powerfully shown its wonderful 
effectiveness as the following narrative, which we 
find iu the New York Journal of Music: 
One evening some time since, as Mr. Theodore E. I 
PerkiuS was sitting iu the room of the Howard 
Mission, New York, conversing with the Rev. Mr. 
Van Meter, they were interrupted by the entrance 
of a wild looking man, who exclaimed: 
“Is Awful Gardner here?” 
“No," replied Mr. Van Meter. 
“ Then,” exclaimed the man is accents of despair, 
“ I am lost. If Awful Gardner was here he could 
save me. He'd know how because he's been the 
same road; but now I’m lost!” and drawing a 
bowie kuife from under his vest, he was abont to 
plunge it into his bosom, when Mr. Van Meter 
sprang forward aud caught his arm, Seeing that it 
would be useless to attempt to wrest the knire from 
his grasp, Mr. Vau Meter sought to distract the 
man’s attention from his suicidal purpose; but the 
unfortunate creature was seized with a lit of deleri- 
um tremeu3 aud became unmahageuble. 
Mr. Perkiu6 not knowing what else to do, sat 
down to the uielodeon and began to play and sing, 
“Come ye disconsolate." The effect was magical. 
The man became sufficiently calm for Mr. Van 
Meter to march him up and down the room, while 
Mr. Perkins coutiuued to play and sing. From 
“Come ye disconsolate,” he struck into “Jesus, to 
Thy dear arms l flee.” The effect was still more 
marked. After singing that beautiful hymn, Mr. 
Perkins commenced “ Flee as a bird to your moun- 
Mb. Longfellow's tour through England has 
been a continued scene of triumph. At the railway | 
stations crowds have collected to cheer his ap- , 
proach. In the metropolis, the literary and fashion¬ 
able world is] awaiting his coming with the most 
hospitable anxiety; and though these ovations may 
be attended with inconvenience to their object, the 
spirit that actuates cannot be other than gratifying 
in the extreme to the recipient. The feeling is cer¬ 
tainly unanimous. Every person in England and 
Scotland, of the slightest pretension to education, 
is ready to receive]Lo no fellow with open arms. 
Perhaps many readers do not know that the oft- 
quoted lines 
“ ’ Tis better to have loved and lost 
Than never to have loved at all,” 
are from Tennyson’s sad, sweet, elegiac “In Me- 
rnoriam,” the subjecUof which was Arthur Henry 
H ai.i.a m, a young man of great promise, the 6on of 
the author of “ Middle Ages.” 
Hurd & Houghton announce “ Reminiscences of 
European Travel,” by Rev. Dr. A. P. Peabody of 
Cambridge; “Sketches Abroad with Pen and Pen¬ 
cil,” by F. O. C. Darlby, the artist; and “Life in 
the Argentine Republic in the Days of the Tyrants,” 
from the Spanish of D. F. Sarmiknto, with a bio¬ 
graphical sketch by Mrs. Horace Mann.” 
Samuel Lover, the Irish wit and novelist, died 
recently at tne age of seventy-one years. He visited 
this country in 1847, and was received with great 
cordiality. In 1858 the government gave him a pen¬ 
sion of $500 a year, since which he has lived in re¬ 
tirement. 
Mr. Burlingame says the Chinese have more 
books, encyclopedias, pamphlets, magazines, etc., 
than any other people. Their principal encyclope¬ 
dia embraces five thousand volumes. Good pluce 
for celestial printers. 
There is a renewed interest in the writings of the 
old divines; Rev. John Spencer’s “Things, Old 
and New, a Storehouse of Similes,” etc., has been 
re-printed iu England, aud a translation of Poole’s 
“ Synopsis Criticorum" is announced in Edinburgh. 
Robert Browning is writing an epic poem of 
great length (and depth ?) on an Italian subject, it 
promises to be the longest poem in the English 
langaage. 
Henry T. Tuckerman’s “Criterion” is reprinted 
in London with the title of "The Collector,” aud 
the sub-title is also changed. It is a wise father that 
knowB Ms owa (literary) children. 
The authoress of a novel —“ Hood and Glove ”— 
published in England, says that “all day long 
Claude paces backward and forward like an overseer 
on a Massachusetts cotton plantation." 
William Cullen Bryant is summering at Ms 
farm on the mountains of Cummington. 
Mrs. H. B. Stowe thinks George Eliot, (Mrs. 
Lewes,) is the author of Ecce Homo. 
The Emperor Napoleon is said to be engaged on 
another volume of “Julius Caesar.” 
) Mrs. Stowe is busily engaged in literary matters 
at her home in Hartford. * 
Mr. Parton and Fanny Fern are summering in 
r Stockbridge, Mass. 
Lisbon, Portugal, has a Women’s Rights paper— 
A Vox Feminina. 
/ 
) The SoroBis threaten to publish a montMy journal 
l next autumn. 
Tallow for Royalty.— Tallow is a useful, if not 
a choice, article of commerce. The Imperial House 
of Russia have an amusing recollection on the sub¬ 
ject. One day the Empress Catherine had a very 
bad cold in her head, and was advised by her phy¬ 
sician to rub her nose with melted tallow. She did 
so, and her cold was relieved. This incident took 
place in 1799. In 1850 the Emperor Nicholas, while 
carelessly glancing over the accounts of his house¬ 
hold manager, noticed the item :—“ To curing His 
Majesty’s cold—tallow, 10." As the Emperor did 
not remember having had any cold of recent date, 
he suspected some roguery, and determined to go 
through all the accounts with care. What was his 
astonishment when he fonnd the same entry on 
every day’s list, and upon inquiring the reason was 
told that for more than half a century, that is to 
say, during the reigu of the three Emperors, and 
ever since the famous cold of the Empress Cather¬ 
ine, the like charge of ten roubles for tallow had 
been daily made. 
Precious metals are older than history. Two 
thousand years before Christ, Abraham, the Chal¬ 
dean shepherd, whose children have uever lost their 
faith, nor his thrift, through a hundred and four¬ 
teen generations, returned from Egypt, “very rich 
iu cattle, In silver and gold.” Afterwards, says the 
Biblical record, he bought the cave of Machphelan 
— where Ms bones were to rest beside those of 
Sarah, the wife of his youth — for “four hundred 
shekels of sliver, current money with the mer¬ 
chant.” The Catholic version has it “common 
current money.” Herodotus asserts that coinage 
originated with the Lydians. The world’s coins 
since have been like leaves of autuum. Moat are 
extinct, but the British Museum preserves more 
than oue hundred aud twenty thousand varieties. 
The Paris collection is still greater, and is increased 
by two or three thousand every year. The cabinet 
of the Philadelphia mint contains many antique 
specimens. Here are the self-same coins which 
pious aucients placed between the cold lips of their 
dead to pay old Charon the ferriage over the Styx. 
Here are faces of rulers and captains down to onr 
own day from Alexander of Macedon, and the 
mightiest Julias who bestrode the narrow world 
like a Colossus. 
•any way, somebody, who when he tumbl¬ 
ed over an old cow lying across the sidewalk one 
dark evening, took off his hat and said, ‘ Excuse me, 
Madam!’ ” 
How the children laughed! So our “ talk” ended 
in a frolic which lasted till the children’s bedtime.— 
Congregatlonalist. 
Electricity Applied to Organs.— Mr. Barker, 
organ builder, Paris, (inventor of the pneumatic 
lever,) has just patented in France and Eogland a 
complete system for applying electricity to super¬ 
sede the ordinary mechanical key and drawstop 
action in large organs. The patentee has already 
bailt a grand electric organ of 42 sounding stops 
and 8 couplers for 8t. Augustin’s, Paris, and an¬ 
other for Salon, near Marseilles, both of which are 
pronounced a complete success. As the largest 
organs may now be played through a cable of insu¬ 
lated wires, positions hitherto impracticable can be 
turned to account. The organist, with bis various 
claviers, can play in any direction, and at any dis¬ 
tance away from the organ, the touch being equally 
delicate and rapid on every manual, whether used 
separately or coupled. 
Stephen had never heard anything of the echo, 
and accordingly one day when he was out in the 
meadow he cried out “Hurrah, hurrah!” Imme¬ 
diately, in the nearest woods, he heard a voice sound 
out “Hurrah, hurrah!” He was very much aston¬ 
ished. At last he shouted, “Where are you?” 
The voice cried, “ Where are you ?” He answered 
back, “You are a foolish boy!” “Foolish boy!" 
echoed back from the woods. 
Now little Stephen became very angry, and Btill 
harder he began to shout nicknames into the wood, 
all of which were echoed very faithfully back again. 
Then he ran into the wood, and sought all though 
it for the supposed boy, but he could find nobody. 
Stephen ran home, and complained to his mother 
how a bad boy had concealed himself In the wood, 
and had called him names. 
The mother answered. “ This time, my dear little 
boy, you have betrayed yourself, for it is yourself 
whom you accuse as the ‘bad boy;’ you have 
I heard nothing but your own word6, for as you have 
often before seen your face in the water, so now 
you have heard your voice in the wood. Had you 
spoken in friendly words, then, my little Stephen, 
friendly words would have echoed back to you 
again.” 
So it is always; what we suppose wrong in the 
conduct of another is mostly only the echo of our 
If we treat every one kindly we will be treat- 
A Curious Cane. —Alexander Dumas, the inex¬ 
haustible French novelist, has a very curious cane. 
This caue, which M. Dumas uses constantly, Is 
made of paper. It is not blunk paper, however, 
but contains, iu fine type, the entire novel of the 
“Three Musketeers,” M. Dumas’ greatest work. 
The paper on which the novel is printed is rolled 
tightly, gummed, and hardeued by some process 
into a strong aud shapely caue, with a gold head, 
upon unscrew big which the first lew lines of the 
.story are distinctly visible. This singular cane was 
manufactured by an enthusiastic provincial admirer 
of M. Dumas, aud sent to the great romancest a 
few months agio. 
Mental and Manual Labor.— Prof Houghton 
of Trinity College, Dublin, has published some curi¬ 
ous chemical computations respecting the relative 
amouutti of physical exhaustion produced by mental 
and manual labor. According t,o these chemical esti¬ 
mates, two hours of severe mental study abstract 
from the human system as much vital strength as is 
taken from it by an entire day of mere hand- work- 
This fact, which seems to rest upon strictly scien¬ 
tific laws, shows that the men who do brain work 
should be careful, first, not to overtask themselves 
by continuous exertion; and secondly, that they 
should oot omit to take physical exertion on a por¬ 
tion of each day, sufficient to restore the equilibrium 
between the nervous and the muscular Bystem.— 
Mid. aud Surg. Reporter. 
man. The clergyman knew him well. He was a 
rich resident of the city ot Hartford, Connecticut, 
highly connected, a married man, and the hither of 
several children. On coming luto his patrimony, 
he had taken to dissipation, aud the result is indi¬ 
cated in the foregoing sketch. But his day nf sal 
vation had come. The clergyman took him back 
to Hartford. He threw off the thraldom to ram 
which had degraded him. He took his former po¬ 
sition m society, and he is now hviug in flartiord, 
a respected Christian man, aud affording in his own 
person and history the most remarkable instance of 
the triumph of uuisle over delirium that has evei 
come to our knowledge. 
own, 
ed kindly; but If we are rude and uncivil, we are 
entitled to expect no better in return. 
It is sabl the “jar” canned by the frequent passage 
to and fro of the heavy engines and trains on the 
underground railroads In London is gradually but 
surely loosening and uiaklug uuBOttnd the founda¬ 
tions of the superstructures in tho vicinity. 
Quilp suggests hair-pins as the only sore preven 
tive of the hair falling off. 
Lbt your works be holy, profitable, charitable, 
