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strips of Spanish cane. An average case takes six days' labor, and those of very fine workmanship cost over fifty dollars.

In the province of Albay lies the harbor of Mariveles, whose inhabitants have not a very good reputation. Some of the girls are of striking beauty, and of quite a light color, being of mixed race. In this province Mr. Jagor met the model and exceptional alcalde who had entered the province with nothing but a bundle, and, despite his opportunities, would leave it as lightly equipped.

The Camarfnes, North and South, are the home of the Bicol Indians, supposed to be aborigines of blue blood, while most of the natives are believed to be of Malay cases of exquisite workmanship. I origin. Rice is the principal product of the not made of straw, but of the fine | Bicols,aud the agricultural implements used

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The frame and body of bamboo; the collar and nose bond of the buffalo of chair cane; and the roof

of pandanus leaves.

by them in tilling their fields are curious and primitive. Every family has its own house, but as five dollars will build a little bamboo hut, housekeeping need not be long delayed on that account. Notwithstanding the cheapness of construction, the whole family is crowded into the single room with the passing stranger, thus destroying all privacy and decency. Strange to say, the young girls are particularly cleanly, bathe often, cleanse their teeth with brushes made of the areca-tree, and hide their blushes with veils of the same material. The poorer people have no other cooking utensils except an earthen pot, while those better off indulge in a few cast-iron paus and dishes.

place of the weaving beam, hooks on a wooden bow, in the arch of which the back of the lath is fitted. Placing her feet against two pegs in the ground, and bending her back, she, by means of the bow, stretches the material out straight. A netting-needle, longer than the breadth of the web, serves instead of the weaver's shuttle, but it can be pushed through only by considerable friction, and not always without breaking the chains of thread. A lath of hard wood, sharpened like a knife, represents the trestle, and after every stroke it is placed upon the edge; after which the comb is pushed forward, a thread put through and struck fast, and so forth. The

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The ladies' toilet is exceedingly simple. A woman wears a shift of abaca fibre, a gown reaching from the hips to the ankles, a cloth, and a comb. The women seldom marry before attaining the fourteenth year.

The Ysarog Mountain rises up in the middle of the Carnarfues, and its higher slopes form the dwelling-place of the small body of primitive people called Ygorrotes, who have never been conquered by the Spaniards. These mountain people are simple enough in their industries. Their loom is of the simplest kind. Mr. Jagor saw a woman operating one. The upper end, the chain beam, which consists of a piece of bamboo, is fixed to two bars or posts, and the weaver sits on the ground, and to the two notched ends of a small lath, which supplies the

web consisted of threads of the abaca, which were not spun, but tied one to another.

The culture of tobacco in the islands has been much hampered by the government monopoly. The Manila cigars, although of fine quality, are hardly as highly esteemed as they used to be. Sugar, hemp, and palmoil are alBO raised and exported.

Large numbers of Chinese have settled in the Philippines, and there, as in California, they are a hard-working and saving race. But the Spanish are very jealous of their success, and, following the "heroic" style of prescription, have undertaken to remedy the matter by massacres. Not less than 35,000 of the children of the Flowery Kingdom are said to have been killed at one time.

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"The blackest cloud that ever lowers,"
You sang when I was most forlorn,

"If we but watch some patient hours,
Takes silver edges from the morn."

Thanks for the lesson; thanks for all,
Not only for ambrosia brought,

But for those drops which fell like gall
Into the cup of thought.

Dear Muse, 'tis twenty years or more
Since that enchanted, fairy time

When you came tapping at my door,
Your reticule stuffed full of rhyme.

What strange things have befallen, indeed,
Since then! Who has the time to say

What bards have flowered (and gone to seed)—
Immortal for a day!

We've seen pretense with cross and crown,
And folly caught in self-spun toils;

Merit content to pass unknown,
And honor scorning public spoils—

Seen Bottom wield the critic's pen
While Ariel sang in sun-lit cloud:

Sometimes we wept, and now and then
We could but laugh aloud.

And once we saw—ah, day of woe!—

The lurid fires of civil war,
The blue and gray frocks laid a-row,

And many a name rise like a star
To shine in splendor evermore.

The fiery flood swept hill and plain,
But clear above the battle's roar

Rang slavery's falling chain.

With pilgrim staff and sandal-shoon,
One time we sought the Old-World shriues:

Saw Venice lying in the moon,
The Jungfrau and the Apennines;

Beheld the Tiber rolling dark,
Rent temples, fanes, and gods austere;

In English meadows heard the lark

That charmed her Shakspeare's ear.

What dreams and visions we have had,
What tempests we have weathered through!

Been rich and poor, and gay and sad,
But never hopeless—thanks to you.

A draught of water from the brook,
Or alt hochheimer—it was one;

Whatever fortune foil we took,

Children of shade and sun.

Though lacking gold, we never stooped
To pick it up in all our days;

Though lacking praise we sometimes drooped,
We never asked a soul for praise.

The exquisite reward of song
Was song—the self-same thrill and glow

Which to unfolding flowers belong,

And wrens and thrushes know!

I tried yon once—the day I wed:
Dear Muse, do you remember how

You rose in haste, and turned and fled,
With sudden-knitted, scornful brow f

Voi. LIV.—No. 818.-6

But you relented, smiled, at last

Returned, and, ■with your tears half dried,
"Ah well, she can not take the Past,
Though she have all beside!"

What gilt-winged hopes have taken flight,
And dropped, like Icarus, in mid-sky!

What cloudy days have turned to bright!
What sad sweet years have flitted by!

What lips we loved vain memory seeks!
What hands are cold that once pressed ours!

What lashes rest upon the cheeks

Beneath the snows and flowers!

We would not wish them back again;

The way is rude from here to there:
For us the short-lived joy and pain;

For them the endless rest from care,
The crown, the palm, the deathless yonth:

We would not wish them back—ah, no!
And as for us, dear Muse, in truth,
We've but half way to go.

A WOMAN-HATER.

CHAPTER Xni.

"11/HEN I reached Great Britain, the T T right of women to Medicine was in this condition—a learned lawyer explained it carefully to me; I will give you his words. —The unwritten law of every nation admits all mankind, and not the male half only, to the study and practice of medicine and the sale of drugs. In Great Britain this law is called the commou law, and is deeply respected. Whatever liberty it allows to men or women is held sacred in our courts, until directly and explicitly withdrawn by some act of the legislature. Under this ancient liberty women have occasionally practiced general medicine and surgery up to the year 1858. But, for centuries, they monopolized, by custom, one branch of practice, the obstetric, ahd that, together with the occasional treatment of children, and the nursing of both sexes, which is semi-medical, and is their monopoly, seems, on the whole, to have contented them, till late years, when their views were enlarged by wider education and other causes. But their abstinence from general practice, like their monopoly of obstetrics, lay with women themselves, and not with the law of England. That law is the same in this respect as the common law of Italy and France; and the constitution of Bologna, where so many doctrcsses have filled the chairs of medicine and other sciences, makes no more direct provision for female students than does the constitution of any Scotch or English university. The whole thing lay with the women themselves, and with local civilization. Years ago Italy was far more civilized than England; so Italian women

took a large sphere. Of late the AngloSaxon has gone in for civilization with hi& usual energy, and is eclipsing Italy; therefore his women aspire to larger spheres of intellect and action, beginning in the States, because American women are better educated than English. The advance of women in useful attainments is the most infallible sign in any country of advancing civilization. All this about civilization is my observation, Sir, and not the lawyer's. Now for the lawyer again.—Such being the law of England, the British legislature passed an Act in 1858, the real object of which was to protect the public against incapable doctors, not against capable doctrcsses or doctors. The Act excludes from medical practice all persons whatever, male or female, unless registered in a certain register; and to get upon that register, the person, male or female, must produce a license or diploma, granted by one of the British examining boards specified in a schedule attached to the Act.

"Now these examining boards were all members of the leading medical schools. If the legislature had taken the usual precaution, and had added a clause compelling those boards to examine worthy applicants, the Act would have been a sound public measure; but for want of that foresight—and without foresight a lawgiver is an impostor and a public pest—the state robbed women of their old common-law rights with one hand, and with the other enabled a respectable trades-union to thrust them out of their new statutory rights. Unfortunately, the respectable nnion, to whom the legislature delegated an unconstitutional power they did uot claim themselves, of excluding

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