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FAREWELL TO THE OLD YEAH, Farewell, Old Year, farewell to you: .,A You've been for many a day A friend most tried, a friend most true- And as we bid you our adieu, We give our heartfelt thanks to you, And speed you on your way. 'Ye've had full many a merry time Since first we met Old Year. You ve sung for us the Christmas rhyme, And rung for us the Christmas chime, And many a joy at Christmas time You brought with hearty cheer. You crowned the woodland banks with bloom Of roses red and sweet— You gave the violets their perfume, Ripened the cornfield's tasseled plume. .And filled the mill-wheel's running flume, To grind the golden wheat. You brought the yellow daffodil To blossom in the spring— Strewed cuckoo-flowers on every hill, And cat-tails by the rippling rill— u And taught the lonely whip-poor-will His vesper song to sing. You turned the ivy's green to red, The maple leaves to gold; Purpled the clusters overhead, And showers of ripened nuts you shed. When fallen leaves lay thickly spread I Above the forest mould. And if you gathered some fair flowers That blossomed on your way, You bore them to a fairer clime, Where neither cold, nor care, nor Time "CbUld blight them in their golden prime, Or touch them with decay. 4 And ah! you brought, Old Yeai; Old Year! One tiny baby liower To nestle on its mother's breast, And close its blue eyes into rest, Wlien song-birds seek their cradle-nest At twilight's shadowy hour. And now, Old Year, farewell to you! We grieve to lose you so- You've been a friend both tried and true, And as we bid you our adieu, I We give our heartfelt thanks to you. And sigh that you must got

A NIGHT OF HORRORS. It was a most'un seasonable New Year's Eve that found me seated before a bright and cheerful fire, in the cozy drawing-room of the Hepworth's. Mr. Hepworth was a prosperous merchant in one of our Midland towns, and 1, John Collins, bache- lor, manager of the local branch uf the Producers' Balik, was to snd the niy'lit with him and watch the old year out. Our circle consisted of Mr. and Mrs. Hepworth, their only son Georgt,, and Jessie, their youngest daughter, wliiii I would gladly have persuaded to follow the example of her sisters Kate and Maggie and help a lonely bachelor to make a lioiiie. We were cozy, as I said, but we eould not forget what sort of weather it was out of doors. The gale whooping along the verandah and booming down the elkiiiiiiey, tite splashing of sleet oil the shutters, effectually reminded us that this was a winter's night. And our talk insensibly took its tone from the notes of the windy orchestra outside. It was. of course, in order to talk of ghosts, and we began with that subject. "Do you know," said Hepworth, "that they have begun to see ghosts again in that old Sol Fisher house about two miles out of town ? You remember poor Fisher was crazy for some time be. forehedied, and they said his wife kept him chained up for weeks till she got tired of caring for him, and tlien poisoned him. No one saw him for a long time before his death at any rate. After he died she left the house, and there were strange stories of lights and screams and clanking of chains being seen a.nd heard there at night. This nonsense spoiled the sale of the place, and it's vacant yet, though 310 one saw any ghosts for years till a fortnight ago. Since then several parties have told me that they liad certainly seen lights in the house at uncanny liours, and heard wild laughter and shouts, but had not investigated further. It was so far back from the road they said, and they were in a hurry! "More like tramps than ghosts," said George. 4. There have been a lot of small burglaries lately a few miles north of here—farm houses entered through the windows, and loose change, food, and' liquor stolen—nothing that could be identified ill fouiid-regiiiar tramps' work—no 'Science' about it Likely enough they sleep in the haunted liotise' all day, and liave L blow out there, when they return from business towards morning." "Have you never feared burglars here, Mr. Hepworth ?" I said. "Your house is far enough out of town to be rather lonely, and they would naturally suppose it held something w rth stealing." A natural association of ideas made me glance to- wards Jessie, as I remembered that verse of the old .Irish song:— "The cruel watcli-dog, love, is snarling; He takes me for a thief you see- For he knows I'd steal you, Mollie (larlitig- And then transported I should be! Mollie Hawn—Molly Astli are!" "Oh no," said Ilepworth, "they would know that merchants don't keep much caslf in their houses —and they probably would not know that the tea service and spoons are solid. I believe I've more money in the house to-night than I've had for years. I drew out Katie's and Maggie's dividends—about X2, 000 in all—and brought them up, so that 1 could hand them the ctsli when they drive in to-morrow, as the bank will be closed." A slow, stealthy creak on the floor of the veran- dah near the French window—a slight start by all —a movement by Ilepworth towards the window- then Mrs. Ilepworth said, with a forced smile- J-)<)Il,t open it, John. There are all kinds 0) noises abroad to-night—besides, it would blow ouf the lamp!" Jessie led off with a rush in a new direction. Did you ever see any of what the mediums call manifestations,' 1\11'. Collins. -1 Yes, J've seen and heard the usual things— 'furniture moved, shawls taking flight through the air, rappings and scratchings all over the room. • I've even witnessed a 'materialization,' felt 'spirit hands,'and had my pockets filled with something so Iieavy that I could hardly rise." "I hardly know," said she, whether it would be more grewsome to feel a spirit, or to see inanimate things moving of their own accord. I believe either would send nie into hysterics. "They would be awful enough if they happened under circumstances that did not smell so strongly of imposture. Mediums are only clever jugglers- but not to be compared with their Indian rivals These fellows put a boy in a basket, run a sword -tliivsugh it, and soak the floor with blood—then -open the basket and show it empty, while the boy appears from the hack-ground unhurt. IYIIlt WOUI(I you think If such tlllngs happened in this room without the presence of medium or juggler ? "Probably, that I was g-ng crazy, or else that miiul can really influence matler even at adis- lance." Jessie mused a moment—then, as the wind re- joiced in the discovery of some new cranny—"What a war-whoop that was! One could almost fancy the ■spirits of slaughtered Indians- „ "Come, come," said her father, "Hus is growing too dismal, give us some music. So Jessie threw her knitting 011 the piano a big ttilll" soft shawl it was, of that fleecy Shetland Wool- and drove away our mystical fancies with lively Scotch airs and a few of the old" ( hal/sons du (Unuidn:" Then the clock struck twelve—we ex- changed seasonable wishes and adjourned to the din- ingrooni, where we found a well equipped tray tor iUS men folk, and a pitcher of milk for the ladies, who wore the blue ribbon. That picture caught my eye at once, for I like "pJd pieces." It was one of those quaint German ^greyt-eard iugs "—very squat and solid—the front 'formed bv a "broad Silenus-face with flowing beard and impish expression. Jessie told me it had been rriven her bv old Count B who had come to Birmingham to make his fortune, and was now lad to take a clerkship in her father's works. He said it had a history but seemed unwilling to tell ,t" Now," said I there's the face of a medium for You you don't know when lie will be getting up some 'manifestations. And I started, forlfancieC tli;tt I!ei-r (,r(,yi,eLl.,l ,Olellliily (.-losed liis left eye tlrat word! We soozi relired, and neither thoughts of Jessi_; spirits, or burglars kept me from dreamless sleen Dreamless, but not long, for I woke suddenly With a strong impression of having heard a noise what, I could not recall. Then I became conscious of a pungent, depressing smell that seemed to con- fuse my ideas. While trying to get them in order I did hear a noise, apparently made by a chair smartly jammed against Lhe table in the dining room directly be lew me. I understood at once-burglars and chlorofor:n--tJlongh ,I had not recognised the smell when I woke. 1 lighted my lamp, and was scrarablinu- into iliy. IIloSt necessary garments, when quite an uproar broke out in the room below—plate jingling, crockery smashing, a scuffle, and a rattling of chairs! i].ul'they sat down to the liquors and come to blows over the spoil? But then there were n°n°ushed out on the landinc. to find the family .lliar- ii¡li'èrll!û.:=:. it :i.\rust-'r-S:li(í--nepworït¡¡-r- I money's nowhere in my rooiii must have chloro- formed me. Come on, we're tr.o many for them. Jessie, stay with your mother!" "'Oh, we'd die, papa; do let us come with you! "Go in there and lock the door. Come, boys, leave your lamps we only want this one." ho down we went, Ilepworth in advance, revolver in one hand and lamp in the other. As we descended there was a crash of glass and the fall of a hard body as if a stone had been thrown through the window. The dining-100111, as the source of the noise, was ptir first ctre. Entering cautiously we found the chairs in disorder, eatables scattered, decanters up set, a broken pane in the 1'rench window, but no trace of the missile we had heard falling 1 Tliera was silence while George and I armed ourselves with the weapons of the fireside. Tllen our luLir bristled for we heard in the library, which opened off this room, a scuftie, a blow, a thud, and a faint moan! While we stood petritied there came from the hall a sound as if something was being dragged towards the drawing room door. jj We rushed into the library—nothing wrong ap- parently-no one visible. I stepped forward, and recoiled in horror, for I had wet my stockinged foot in a dark red pool that lay beside Hepworth's library chair! There was some liquor left in the decanters and we "fortified" before attacking the drawing-room where we knew the enemy to be hidden. That blood and the "dragging" sound that nearly done for 11s. Meanwhile the enemy were silent But aswej entered the hall, a wild horrid discord rang out from tlie piano, followed by a scuffle and a rap or twoJ We I)-ttised-tlieii, shoving each other along, we' landed all together in the drawing room-and all [covered witli .,g,,ose-skiii." j But the drawing room, all clearly visible, was empty and undisturbed. I'lie curtains JIUIll fl,Lt.-I no one hidden then. The piano stood open as it! was left with Jessie's sliawl in t lieap oil the corner I but no fleshly performer was there. This began to seem worse than burglars. We sidled towards the piano—Ilepworth raised his lamp—and then an aw ful piano—Ilepworth raised his lamp—and then an aw ful thing happened. The shawl was lifted bodily by some invisible force, and hurled straight at the* lamp ex- tinguishing it with a crash of the chimney—and then falling on the floor with the same blow, thud, and ( moan we had heard in the library and which certainly came from no material source! > Hepworth fired instinctively and we retreated with uncontrollable cries of horror—for now we' knew that we had been face to face with no mortal visitant The scuffling and knocking were ie«) peated for a second or two, but nothing followed us.) The first necessity was to hurriedly "fortify" again-tlie second, to re-assure the hysterical women upstairs who naturally thought there had been serious casualities. We brought them down to tho dining 100111 now that the burglar theory was exploded—and told them our blood-curdling experi. ences. After that, even our blue ribbonites did not refuse a little spiritual comfort. And it was then that we first noticed something ominous. "Herri (h-eybeard" was gone! He had not been knocked, off the table or upset—for neither lie, nor any spilt milk, lay on the floor-lie had simply vanished! Ai chill ran through me as I thought of his mysterious history and his fancied leer. What mediaeval spell lay upon him? Of what malignant personality was he the instrument? We men soon decided that, under the asgisof our, womenkind, we could even face the drawing roont again. We did, with all the lamps we could carry, I and found it exactly in statu quo with one awful exception. The shawl had disappeared. <| We shrank back an instant, and then resolved that we would find that shawl if we had to move every piece of furniture in the room. Soon there was a good imitation of an auction room in the middle of the floor-but no shawl. Come boys," said Hepworth, "there's nothing left but that corner ottoman. If it's not there, it's gone to slieol. (Hep- worth's whiskey was seven years old.) Out came the ottoman—and there lay the slittwl! Hesitatingly he stopped-pulled at a corner of it—and sprang bllck- My God—it's as heavy as lead! A shuddering pause, and then—" Well we'll have it out anyhow:" A jerk—a thump—a rumble—and out it came. And out of it rolled, Herr Greybeard —with the same leer on his face that I had fancied before! And then there burst from all our throats an un-I controllable shriek—for lIerr Greybeard was not alow—hebroia/ht with him a body! But it was a shriek of wil(I latigliter for the "body" was the body of a cat! Poor pussy had "t her head jammed in his narrow neck while try. ing to get a drink, and was now, after so many fear. ful antics, stone dead, drowned in the milk she had tried to steal! We need not explain the "manifestations in detail. Anyone who knows the ways of a cat with her heatl stnck fast in a pitcher that wont break, can fill in the particulars. If she hadn't jumped on the piano and got tangled ill that shawl, she might have lived to explain it all herself. litit tiio I)ool of bloo(l? Well, I thought of that myself, and hurried into the library, where I s IIbbed my toe against the heavy bottle that used to hold the purple copying ink. As for the pungent, depressing smell," we found that the back damper of the hall stove has been closed to> tightly, so it was only coal gas after all. And the stolen money? Why of course that was in Hepworth's pocket-book, in the breast-pocket of his overcoat. And his overcoat was where it should be—on the clothes rack in the hall. As we had a g'.ied about the N.P. all the way home the night lie fore, it was 110 wonder he IULlI forgotten to take the cash up-stairs. We breakfasted rather late on New Year's Day, and felt rather seedy. And we had plenty of things to talk over among ourselves and with the married daughters, though neither Mrs. Katie nor Mrs. Maggie, nor their husbands, had any similar tale of ghostly visitations to relate. JSO Jessie and I agreed that we would not dare to face another New Year's Eve without that protec- tion against the "powers of the air" which matri- iiioiiy evideiitly afforded.

SEASON FOR WAITING. "Only one thing, I ask, darling!" she whig. pered. Wl,,Lt is it, Illy own sweet"" fie yelled. Let our engagement be a secret for another month." "Why? No, let me tell the world you are mine. Let iiie show them the prize I have won." ">> ot for a month, deare st—one, one little month 1 beg of you." c, Why do you want to keep it a secret? I fear you do lIot lon IIle." 111 adore you. You are the only man I ever loved. But you are poor-lIId-:I.nd But I will be rich. With you, love, I will work for 1, darling, yes. But Harry is wealthy, George is well off, William has plenty and several of my admirers have money." stiii tliiiiiijiig (,f your adiiiirers? "Yes, dear, for New Year's day is near, and they have all given nie handsome presents on previous occasions." "Thoughtful angel, forgive me. Let us wait a year.

A currant event. -Jelly. iii-.tlci iig. An affecting sight,-Barrels in ters. Masters of Free-hand lhawing. -Pickpockets: The habitual di-utiliir,is',tet. -I)riiikijig, of course Hook-keeping taught in one lesson.—Do not lend them. What animal always plays Illeading part in life? -A bliii(i ilitt,s A liar in the river and a bar 011 shore have the same name, because water is scarce in both jdaces. WIIY is 'Lll ]itlf-I)elllly lilie all Ayrshire row? — It has a head, and a tail, and two sides. \Y ho is it who is always expecting qua. i.er, and yet never gives any?—The tax-gatherer, ?

HORRIBLE DISCOVERY. An inquest has be Reigate on the d composod body of an unknown elderly man found by a shooting party in Reigate Park, a wooded valley close to the town. The body was well- dressed and overf.1 was found in a pocket. There was a bullet wound through the head and a fully- loaded revolver, with two chambers discharged, lay near. The date of a newspaper discovered on the body suggests that death probably occurred in June. A card which was also found bore the name and address, Charles K. Heather, Great Titclilield Street." An open verdict was returned.

A SNAKE IN IA COWS EAR. A farmer living near Whitland, Carmarthenshire, has lost a valuable two-vear-old heifer from an extraordinary cause. The beast showed evident signs of suffering as far back as early last spring, and these continued with increased severity until her death. Several farmers well versed in cattle diseases and one professional vet. visited her, but all quite failed to diagnose her malady. When, after death, the carcaso was skinned, the flesh appeared perfectly healthy, but a, large abscess, the size of a man's fist, and filled with matter, was discovered in the glands of the neck, about ten inches from the butt of the left ear, and in the abscess were the head and part of the body of a snake, coiled up: the tip of its tail being just visible through the outer part of the ear.

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A MW YEAR'S ERROR. "The beginning of the New Ye.-a?" Alger ilathvayne repeated with a short, sharp laugh. "Ah, it is rather the end of the world for me —the end cf life and of everything which makes life a sweet and precious possession. My I false adored, my traitress still beloved, why did you not thrust a dagger deep and sure in my heart with your own soft, cruel hands, rather than let me live to know your perfidy 1" Again lie took up the letter which a moment before lie had thrown down in anger. It is not like you to write such as this, my, false one. It is as if your own accusing con- science had made you careless of your wonted precision and daintiness," lie niuriiiure(L It was indeed an exceedingly curioag letter, almost insultingin its negligence and lack of form- ality, scrawled as it was on the blank, silver- gray page of some entertainment programme, without elate or address, and with the signature barely legible. Defective in form it was certainly, in sub- stance it was impressive enough. I do not wish to see you again, now or ever, If I have ever allowed you to suppose I carel for you, it was because my family for the time' had confused my reason and dulled my sensi- bility by their unceasing importunities. To convince you this is true, I will even confess without reserve that I most fervently and de- votedly love another." I The missive dropped from Rathvayne's un- steady hands, and he groaned aloud. She does not wish to see me again, now or ever," he quoted from Vanessa Craig's inexplic- able letter. "Great Heaven! how can I believe it, when but a brief day ago she smiled at my coming and sighed at my going, when by every sweet sign she seemed to assure me that my presence was a delight to her. She would pre- fer, that I should not present myself at the house again, even for her New Year's reception." Rathvayne arose from his chair as if uncon- scious of motion, and distractedly paced the length of the room. She desires me to understand that she loves another, fervently and devotedly," he con- tinued, between his fiercely set teeth. "She does not care for me. God t was there ever any woman before such a matchless expert in dissimulation, such an unequaled artist in de- ception as she ? She does not care for me! Then why did she blush divinely at my slightest tenderness, why pale piteously at what by chance might seem like coldness or displeasure in my manner ? I am amazed, I am utterly bewildered I could almost believe that my reason is unsettled, that this terrible thing is only an hallucination of my crazed brain." Half way down the room he passed a small, silver-f ramed mirror upon an enameled bracket and he paused to glance earnestly, almost fear- fully, at his reflection. His curly brown hair was tumbled and rough, there was a curious pallor upon his handsome face, and even his beautifully cut lipa were bloodless. bloodless. Who is this other whom my false one loves 1" lie resumed with increasing agony. "Is it Malmouth de Vere who has supplanted me in her affections-robbed me of my joy— who has cheated me of my most precious treasure ? And shall I tamely submit to such injury and affront? Well, I shall be present at her reception to-night, and if our happy idyl, our brief delicious dream, closes in tragedy, the blame and fault are not mine." It was rather late that evening when he was admitted into the elegant Craig mansion. At the moment of his entrance the charming drawing-rooms were quite empty, alike of callers and hostess, and the pretty girl-friend who was her assistant in receiving. An attendant conducted him to a pleasant nook, where he could enjoy the singing in the music-room if he did not care to join the group around the grand piano. But his unrest of spirit would not permit him to remain long in the luxurious seat. As he arose to his feet, a low tone-the eager, triumphant tones of Malmouth de Vere- sounded from the spacious conservatory just behind him. Rathvayne's pallid face suddenly flushed a dark, angry crimson. One hand was thrust inside his coat and nervously clinched some- thing hidden there. He moved a few paces along the corridor, his footsteps almost Inaudible upon the floor. Under a tall, blossoming orange-tree, so near that he could almost have touched her with an outstretched hand, stood his fair idolized Vanessa. She wore a rich gown of violet velvet, edged with snowy swan's-down about the trailing skirts, the graceful sleeves and lovely throat. Her only ornaments were heavy silver bands about her neck and wrists, and a large bunch of white camelias at her dainty waist. Her proud golden head was very erect at the instant, and her lmninous blue eyes were fixed with wonder upon the gentleman before her. Why do you pretend coy indifference, my queen ? Malmouth de Vere was saying. Alger Rathvayne, listening almost uncon- sciously in his great despair, set his white teeth so sharply upon his nether lip that a drop of warm red blood stained the tawny brown of his moustache. Ah, I could slay them both. I had rather lay her dead at my feet than let her live to belong to the brainless butterfly who has stolen her from me," Rathvayne murmured. And again one shapely hand was thrust within his coat to fumble the deadly thing there concealed. And then all at once his saner, nobler self asserted the supremacy. A shud- der shook his handsome figure from head to feet. Great Heaven, I have been mad—absolutely, mad!" he thought; "but I am myself again and I want no coward's vengeance. If she is indeed false, she is not worth the undoing of my honour." He stepped to a window opening from the corridor upon the lawn, flung apart the tapestry curtains, and rolled up the sash. He drew forth something from inside his coat. The moonshine flashed upon it for a second, and then it fell ringing upon the frozen snow far out upon the lawn. She is safe now," he said to himself. And during that singular digression he could still see the sheen of her violet gown, and hear her soft, low voice as if in remonstrance at some avowal from De Vere. "Thereis some absurd mistake. I do not care for you, and I never can care," Rathvayne heard her say. He paused despite his determination to with- draw, and to listen no longer. His gloomy eyes brightened, and the blood surged to his pallid face. "What did you intend me to think by your delightful little note, pet ?" -De: "V ere asked. "It was plain enough," Vanessa answered impatiently. "I meant you to understand that I wished to see you no more; that I had only beer kind to you because my family were always pleading for you, and that I loved another.'1 "But you didn't write that, said De Vere, producing a dainty note, fastidiously lettered upon the most delicate of violet-tinted paper. "Oh, that was not meant for you, but for another," she panted, her blue eyes brimming with tears. Oh, how could I be so careless How could I have done anything so ridiculous and so unfortunate ? How shall I manage to correct such a stupid blunder ? In the hurry of her many preparations for her grand New Year's reception, Vanessa had some- how contrived to change the envelopes. Slip dronned faintly unon the DIUSII-cushioned seat beneath the orange-tree, and wept* "Oh what will poor Algy think?" was her mental question. I I But Rathvayne was hastening toward her, knowing all, ready even to forgive the blunder which caused it. "But you will never know, my beloved dar- ling, what I suffered," he said to her, as he kissed the lovely quivering lips. And that fearful temptation, resulting from her New Year's error, he never confessed to her, even when she had become his adored bride.

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LITER All Y EXTRACTS. I To him who knowingly does me wrong will ] return the protection of my ungrudging love; the more evil comes from him, the more good shall go from me. Hatred does not cease by hatred at any time, hatred ceases only by love. How TO BE HAPPY.—There are two ways of being happy--N-ve may may either diminish our wants or augment onr means. Either will do—the result is the same and it is for each man to decide for himself, and do that which happens to be the easiest. If you are idle, or sick, or poor, however hard it may be to diminish your wants, it will be harder to augment your means. If you are active and prosperous, or young, or in good health, it may be easier for you to augment your means than to diminish your wants. But if you are wise you will do both at the same time—young or old, rich or poor, sick or well and, if you are very wise, you will do both in such a way as to augment the general happines of society.—FRANKLIN. AN OBNOXIOUS LABEL.—English merchants are having a hard time in Constantinople, owing to the campaign caaried on by the Turkish cen- sor against trademarks and advertisements entering the country. A firm had the advertisement and directions that accom- padied their goods-a special brand of soap— translated into Arabic. The translation was done in London, and in the phrase which in English read "Soapniikers to her Majesty the Queen" appeared a title which in Turkey is only applied to the Sultan. The censor offered the importer the alternative of returning the soap to England or removing the obnoxious label. In the meantime, British merchants are warned against sending any goods to Turkey bearing trademarks, or circulars which could by any stretch of the imagination be in any way connected with Islamism or the Sultan. NOT EASILY OPENED.—"I bought this um- brella in Germany," said the lawyer, and no- body can open it except myself. Do you notice that little keyhole in the slide ? Hre's the key on the other end of my watch-chain, and until it is inserted and turned the thing is absolutely immovable. Anybody else would and it harder to raise than a Kansas mortgage. On at least a dozen different occasions the umbrella has been stolen, or taken by accident, if you prefer the term, but it always found its way home. You see, my name is cut on the handle, and the umbrella itself is well known to all the attaches of the building. When they see a stranger struggling with it in the doorway on a rainy day they promptly confiscate the property and bring it back. It is such a good scheme I'm sur- prised the idea hasn't been generally adopted in this country.Aiiiericait, Paptr. EMERALDS IN RUSSIA.-Emeralds, some of which are very fine, are found in the district of Ekaterinburg, along the banks of the Tokova River, about fifty-two miles from the capital of the district. Mining for this precious stone be- gan in 1841, and at the beginning gave very good results. The first emerald was found by a peasant named Maxim Kojevnikow, in 1839, while he was examining the roots of a tree which had been uprooted by a storm. It is pretty cer- tain, however, that discoveries of the. same kind had already been made in 1669. It is even possible that finds had been made prior to them, as the Czar Boris Godounow presented the Venetian engraver, Francis Ascenti, with a sable fur and one hundred ducats for having cut a large emerald for a ring. The finest emeralds were found when these stones were being mined for the account of the Government. During this period, that is, up to 1862, fifty-six thousand pounds were extracted. The Gov- j ernment afterward framed out the mines to I private parties, who were not successful. The emeralds of superior quality have been found near the surface of the soil, while those found in deep ground were of inferior quality. GIVES OFF LIGHT.-In a recent lecture before the Royal Society Lord Kelvin vindicated, the correctness of Volta's early theories in relation to contact electricity. He showed that when a zinc plate and copper plate are brought into contact with each other and then separated, one was charged with positive electricity and the other with negative. He further demonstrated that this was not due to oxidation by air or the moisture of the atmosphere, as it stated in the text- books of the dav. Lord Kelvin exhibited other experiments illustrating electrification produced by means of dissimilar metals, and showed some furious properties possessed by uranium. If a plate of this metal was connected with an electrometer and touched by a plate of aluminium positive electrification was produced, gradually changing past zero to negative. He also demonstrated that the rays given off by uranium in a dark room are a constant property of the substance and not a slow radiation of previously absorbed light, as has been claimed, but he could offer no solution of the mysterious action of this metal. BREAKFAST WITH MACAULAY.—Once I had the honour, when I was still very young, of going +- Kro,.irfowf with him in the Albanv. and verv much I enjoyed wandering about the room and hearing his remarks on some old ballads and a collection of newspaper cuttings which he had looked out for our a musement. I cannot now recollect what these cuttings were, but I have an idea that they were critiques on his writings, and that he laughed very merrily over them as he proved them to be as valueless as reviews too often are. After breakfast a huge old fashioned green chariot came to the door, and Miss E. and I drove with him to the Houses of Parliament, where he made himself our showman. I re- member very distinctly that as we passed White- hall he bent forward in the carriage, leaning on his umbrella, and said to me, Outside that window"—indicating the window from which Charles I. was led to the scaffold—" a nice little piece of business was done two hundred years ago and he followed up the remark by one of his animated discussions on the character and history cf the king.-From "People I have Known," in the Cornhill Magazine. THE CHAINS OF HABIT.—Down from the dark ages comes the story-if memory is true to its charge—of an expert blacksmith, who was such a master of his trade, and withal so proud of his skill, that he often boasted no man could break a chain made by him. In time the blacksmith himself was imprisoned and manacled. With the hope that he might made his escape, he examined the chain to see if it was possible to break it, when, to his horror, he discovered that the chain was one made by his own hands, which no living man could break, himself included. The chain forged by his own hands made the blacksmith a helpless, hopeless prisoner in that vile dungeon. Is it not the same with us ? Each of us are forging a chain we cannot break. Every bad habit be- comes a link in the chain, which will bind, in hopeless slavery, the soul that makes it. Acts form habits. Let your acts be beautiful and Christ-like, and your habits will be likewise.- PAUL S. BIGGS SHIPLEY. THE PICTURESQUENESS OF SPANISH LIFE.— Yes, the real charm of Spain is the picturesque- ( ness of its life. Even commerce here is picturesque. Would that my greengrocer at home kept shop under a, deep archway festooned with hanging clusters of crimson pimientos and pale young onions! A graceful water-jar beside him, of a chestnut colour, and maybe not far off him another jar suggestive of old Majolica. Or that she stood among the kerchiefed market-woinen, behind that im- mensely long narrow board in the plaza, which is as it, were a repeating scale of colour, a scale of softest browns and greys—I know not what nuts and curious dried fruits and herbs -periodically broken into, dominated by the vivid tones of orange and lemon. You smile superior. A cauliflower off an ordinary shop counter must, of course, eat better than one out of so miserably picturesque a place! Not at all. Spanish vegetables are excellent. The garbanzo, or chick-pea, is one which we should blush to be without.—From "Pastels from Spain," in the Carnhill Magazine. 1

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