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there it now remains, apparently satisfied with its lot—where the hermit- 
crab goes, there goes the Actinia. In our opinion, it has suffered from the 
change; it led a quiet life formerly, getting, it may be, a small, but, at 
least, a sure supply of food. Now, peradventure, if it passes some of its 
time in feasting, it must pass some of it in fasting. This comes from its 
love of variety, perhaps; but the old proverb tells us, that “ the rolling 
stone gathers no moss.” 
Perhaps the first part of the book that may be read by those anxious 
to have an Aquarium, will be the last chapter, which contains instructions 
as to the size of the tanks, how to prepare them for the animals, &c., 
and how to obtain the animals for them. Were our readers ever at 
dredging, which is the usual way of peopling the tanks with marine inha¬ 
bitants ? If so, have they ever encountered that curious variety of the 
human species—an unlearned, learned boatman—one who talks to you 
quite enthusiastically about the objects of your search (like the guides of 
the far-famed Giant’s Causeway, who are sure to puzzle our fair sisters 
with their Euclidean language) ; if not, let us, for one moment, introduce 
to their notice our friend, Mr. Gosse’s friend, Jonah Fowler :—•“ A clever 
fellow is Jone ; and though only bred as a fisherman, he is quite an ama¬ 
teur naturalist. There is nobody else in Weymouth Harbour that knows 
anything about dredging (this is from his own lips, so to be relied upon) ; 
but he is familiar with the feel of almost every yard of bottom, from 
Whitenose to Church Hope, and from St. Aldham’s Head to the Bill. He 
follows dredging with all the zest of a savant; and it is amusing, really, 
to hear how he pours you forth the crackjaw, the sesquipedalian nomen¬ 
clature. ‘ Now, sir, if you do want a gastrochama, I can just put down 
your dredge upon a lot of ’em; we will bring up three or four on a stone/ 
‘ I’m in hopes we shall have a good cribella or two off this bank, if we 
don’t get choked up with them ’ere ophiocomas.’ He tells me, in confi¬ 
dence, that he has been sore puzzled to find a name for his boat; but he 
has, at length, determined to appellate her ‘The Turritella,’ just to astonish 
the fishermen, you know, sir—with an accompanying wink and chuckle, 
and a patronizing nudge in my ribs. Jone is a proud man when he gets 
a real savant alone in his boat; and talks with delight of the feats he has 
achieved in the dredging line, for Mr. Bowerbank, Mr. Hanley, and Pro¬ 
fessor Forbes. I must say, I found him no idle boaster, but able to 
perform his professions ; and can heartily recommend him to any brother 
naturalist who may desire to ‘ dredge the deep sea under,’ in Weymouth 
Bay, as one who knows what is worth getting, and where to get it.” 
And now a word for the beautiful chromo-lithographs, of which there 
