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thirteen minutes, after which it was supplied with an easy conscience; but it happened, with a second batch of ten. It was then tried the following morning, that the rain fell in a with millipedes, but invariably rejected them. perfect torrent, and, hoping for some remisHaving heard from popular report that a sion, he waited until nine o'clock before he twelve hours' fast would kill a mole, Mr. opened the box. Twelve hours had just Wood determined to give his captive a good elapsed since the mole had received its supsupper at eight and an early breakfast the ply, and as it had taken probably another next morning at five or six. So he dug per-hour in hunting about the box before it had severingly a large handful of worms and put devoured them all, not more than eleven them in the box. As the mole went back- hours had probably elapsed since the last wards and forwards it happened to touch one worm was consumed. But the mole was of the worms and immediately flew at it, and dead. "I forgot," Mr. Wood says, "to while trying to get it into his mouth the weigh the worms which he devoured, but as mole came upon the mass of worms and flung they would have filled my two hands held cupitself upon them in a paroxysm of excite-wise, I may infer that they weighed very little ment, pulling them about, too overjoyed with the treasure to settle on any individual in particular. At last, it caught one of them and began crunching, the rest making their escape in all directions and burrowing into the loose mould. Thinking the animal had now a good supply, two dozen worms having been put into the box, Mr. Wood shut it up

less than the animal who ate them." The extrme voracity and restless movements of the little creature here recorded, show its value to the agriculturist "as a subsoil drainer who works without wages," and its great usefulness in keeping the prolific race of worms-themselves useful in their way as forming in the main, the fertile soil itself.

lections. There are especially to be mentioned a head of Juno, in silver, of exquisite workmanship-the body, likewise of silver, being broken; a lantern of bronze, with its coverings, suspension-chains and extinguisher; a patera, a beautiful large vase with handles, ending in a winged genius with a cornucopia; several other small bronze vases, and bronze seal, bearing the name of the proprietor of the house where these objects were found. But the most magnificent of all these remnants is a grand crater in bronze-used for mixing wine and water, and handed round to the guests with handles ending in a Medusa head, with silver eyes, and resting upon a movable foot, formed by three lions' paws.

GREAT excitement prevails in Rome on account of an extempore visit paid by the Pope to Dr. Liszt, the composer. The latter, it seems, left town in the middle of last month, and went to reside at the now deserted Dominican Convent, near the church of the Madonna del Rosario, on the Monte Mario, from which there is a magnificent view of Rome below. He there lived hermit-like, entirely devoted to his art. Some prelates informed the Pope of his residence and mode of life; and on Sunday the 18th of July, he went, only accompanied by Mgr. de Merode, a Camerarie segreto, and some Guardi nobili, to the Madonna del Rosario, where he first said his prayers, and then suddenly appeared before the modern anachorite. Franz Liszt played him two sacred compositions, one on the harmonium, the other THE following is the programme for the Interon the piano. When he had finished, his Holi-national Statistical Congress to be held at Berlin ness expressed his thanks in the most amiable from the 6th to the 12th of September: Section manner, and concluded with the words, "It is a I. Questions of organization. Section II. Statisnoble gift which has been bestowed upon you, to tics of Landed Property. Section III. Statistics reproduce the songs of higher spheres-the of Emoluments, Prices, and the Transport of finest harmonies, it is true, we shall only hear on Goods on Railways. Section IV. Comparative high." Statistics of Health and Mortality in the Civil and Military Classes. Section V. The Task of Statistics in the System of Social Self-Help; Statistics of Insurances. Section VI. On the Uniformity of Coins, Weights and Measures, as the most important aid for comparative International Statistics. All communications are to be addressed beforehand to the Director of the Royal Statistical Bureau Engel, at Berlin.

THE National Museum at Naples has, within the last few days, been considerably enriched by new objects found in Pompeii, which are now, according to the recent regulations, publicly exhibited in the Greek and Roman Fresco-Rooms, before being placed among their respective col

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POETRY.-In the Garden, 482. The Christian Path, 482. Christian Musings, 482.

SHORT ARTICLES.-Welsh Churches, 496. Napoleon in Egypt, 496. International Schools, 507. Excavations at Bordeaux and Besancon, 507. Old Orders in Germany, 521.

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ADDRESS, delivered before the Homoeopathic Medical Society, of the State of New York, at Albany, 10th February, 1863, by Carroll Dunham, M. D., New York. [Curious to know how a man of so much ability as Dr. Dunham would treat this subject, we have read this pamphlet with much interest. The writer claims great merit for his school, as discoverers of specifics; and adduces the eminent authority of Dr. Forbes in favor of some of his opinions. The speech is not controversial, and would be read with interest by all physicians.]

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IN THE GARDEN.

GREEN grass beneath, green leaves above,
That rustle like a running stream,
And sunshine that with tender gleam
Touches the Kttle heads I love-

The btle heads, the dewey eyes,

That shine and smile through sun and shower, That are my portion and my dower, My sum of wealth beneath the skies.

The white doves flutter on the wall,

Amid the rose-tree's crimson pride; The small house opes its windows wide, Fearless, whatever may befall.

Whate'er befalls-oh, instinct strong

Of this strange life, so sad and dear,
That still foresees some coming tear,
And of its joy still asks-how long?

I sit and rest from all my woe,
Peace in the air, light in the sky;
Here let me rest until I die,
Nor further pain nor pleasure know.

Half on the tender greensward round,
And half on me, as here I rest,
My nestlings rustle in their nest,
With fitful arms about me wound.

The while I read-and smile to see

My boy's eye light with gleams of warHow the plumed helmet of Navarre Set bleeding France at Ivry free;

Or in my little maiden's face,

At hearing of Lord Burleigh's bride, And how he loved, and how she died, A glow of softer radiance trace:

While the small brother pauses oft

In babble half as sweet to hear, The meaning lies beyond his ear, But sweet the music chimes and soft.

If there be any cloud that glides

Unseen above this quiet spot,
Dear Lord, I thank thee I know not
What still in thy good hand abides.

But while the peaceful moments last,
I snatch this hour, unstained by tears,
Out of my stormy tale of years,
To charm the future and the past.

For grief dwells long, a lingering guest, And writes her records full and plain; But gladness comes and goes again, With noiseless steps that will not rest.

And here memorial glad I raise,

How, on one joyous day of June, Through all the sunny afternoon, Sang birds and babes unconscious praise. M. O. W. O.

-Blackwood's Magazine.

THE CHRISTIAN'S PATH.

I WALK as one who knows that he is treading
A stranger soil;

As one round whom the world is spreading
Its subtle coil.

I walk as one but yesterday delivered
From a sharp chain;

Who trembles lest the bonds so newly severed
Be bound again.

I walk as one who feels that he is breathing
Ungenial air;

For whom, as wiles, the tempter still is wreathing
The bright and fair.

My steps, I know, are on the plains of danger,
For sin is near;

But looking up, I pass along, a stranger,
In haste and fear.

This earth has lost its power to drag me downward;
Its spell is gone;

My course is now right upward and right onward, To yonder throne.

Hour after hour of Time's dark night is stealing In gloom away;

Speed Thy fair dawn of light and joy and healing
Thou Star of Day!

For Thee, its God, its King, the long-rejected,
Earth groans and cries;
For Thee, the long-beloved, the long expected,
Thy bride still sighs.

H. BONAB

CHRISTIAN MUSINGS.

In the still silence of the voiceless night,
When, chased by airy dreams, the slumbers flee,
Whom in the darkness doth my spirit seek,
O God, but thee?

And if there be a weight upon my breast,
Some vague impression of the day foregone,
Scarce knowing what it is, I fly to thee,
And lay it down.

Or if it be the heaviness that comes
In token of anticipated ill,
My bosom takes no heed of what it is,
Since 'tis thy will.

For oh, in spite of past and present care,
Or anything beside, how joyfully
Passes that almost solitary hour,

My God, with thee!

More tranquil than the stillness of the night,
More peaceful than the silence of that hour,
More blest than any thing my spirit lies
Beneath thy power.

For what is there on earth that I desire
Of all that it can give or take from me,
Or whom in heaven doth my spirit seek,
O God, but thee?

From The Quarterly Review. Roba di Roma. By William W. Story. Second Edition, 2 vols., post 8vo. London, 1863.

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author is not content with his proper work. In the opening chapter he professes to write for travellers, "to whom the common outdoor pictures of modern Roman life would have a charm as special as the galleries and antiquities, and to whom a sketch of many things, which wise and serious travellers have passed by as unworthy their notice, might be interesting. . . . The common life of the modern Romans, the games, customs, and habits of the people, the every-day of To-day this (he says) is the subject which has specially interested me "(i. 7). We expect,

THE author of this book is a son of the celebrated American Judge Story, and has risen to high eminence as a sculptor. His "Cleopatra" attracted much admiration in the International Exhibition of 1862, although open to the serious objection that, whereas the artist had labored to give beauty and refinement to the African type of face, the daughter of the Ptolemies was really of Greek descent; and among the most remarkable therefore, to find in Mr.. Story's volumes the novelties of the Roman studios last winter result of his observation of actual Roman life was Mr. Story's model of "Saul tempted by-sketches of things which every traveller the Evil Spirit”- -a figure of extraordinary may see, but sketches drawn with an underpower, and, as we believe, thoroughly origi-standing which is beyond the reach of the nal, notwithstanding the remembrances which mere passing traveller; and such is the best it almost inevitably suggested, of King Clau- part of the book. But, unhappily, Mr. Story dius in Maclise's" Hamlet," and of Scheffer's is not satisfied with the character of a skilful König in Thule." observer and sketcher, but is bent on showMr. Story is not one of those Americans ing us that he is a man of vast learning and who, with the unfailing red book in hand, profound research; and hence it has come "do the whole Vatican and Peter's easily in to pass that by far too large a portion of his one day;" who in a few hours make up their pages is occupied with matter fitter for the minds that "Rome is a one-horse place," and grave and sober treatises with which, in the will never allow us to enjoy anything there, passage just quoted, he disclaims all rivalry or in any other part of Europe, without some-fit for anything rather than for a work of disparaging comparison with things beyond light and agreeable gossip. the Atlantic. His knowledge of Rome is the result of long residence; he loves the place; he has gone among its people, and knows their ways; and when he draws a comparison with other nations, it is not for the sake of running down the Romans, but rather by way of vindicating them. How far he is disposed to carry this at, times may appear from his plea for the stiletto, the use of which he attributes not merely to the passionate nature of the Italians, but also to their entire distrust of the possibility of legal redress in the courts. He observes, that

"in the half-organized society of the less civilized parts of the United States, the pistol and bowie-knife are as frequent arbiters of asputes as the stiletto is among the Italians. But it would be a gross error to argue from this, that the Americans are violent and passionate by nature; for, among the same people in the older States, where justice is cheaply and strictly administered, the pistol

and bowie-knife are almost unknown."-i. 112-3.

Nor can we say that the learning which is thus ostentatiously thrust on us is of any very satisfactory kind. There may be simple persons in the world who would look with awe on such a string of references as the following :

"Tertullian de an., cap. 46; id., lib. i. cap. 82; lib. iii. cap. 28; lib. iv. cap. 25. Artemidorus de Somn., lib. xi. cap. 14 and 49. Fulgentius Mythol., lib. i. Cicero de Divinat.. lib. i. See also Leopardi, Dei Sogni, p. 68.”—i. 134.

But there is something about the physiognomy of this note which to any one who has had some experience of the artifices of literature, must suggest an uncomfortable suspicion; and, without having attempted to "see Leopardi," we are pretty certain that the other references are borrowed from him wholesale. And so it is with Mr. Story's learning throughout. It has a second-hand look; and, in proportion as his references become more plenti

ful, we find ourselves the less inclined to give him credit for acquaintance with the writings

The chief fault of the book is, that the which he cites.

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May has come again, the delicatefooted May,' her feet hidden in flowers as she wanders over the Campagna, and the cool loosened hair. She calls to us from the open breeze of the Campagna blowing back her fields to leave the wells of damp churches and shadowy streets, and to come abroad and meet her where the mountains look down from roseate heights of vanishing snow upon plains of waving grain. The hedges have put on their best draperies of leaves and flowers, and, girdled in at their waist by double osier like a drunken bacchanal procession, crowned bands, stagger luxuriantly along the road with festive ivy, and holding aloft their snowy clusters of elder blossoms like thyrsi. Among their green robes may be seen thousands of beautiful wild flowers,-the sweet-scented laurustinas, all sorts of running vetches and wild sweet pea," (etc. etc., ending with the bursting of a cascade of vines covered with foamy Banksia roses.")i. 152-3.

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The continual blunders in Latin and other foreign words may be charitably accounted for by the supposition that Mr. Story was not in England while his book was in the press, and therefore had not the opportunity of correcting his proof-sheets. We cannot suppose that he wrote such things as "Circus Agonale" (ii. 113, 199); or "Suetonius in Vit. Titus" (i 227); or Vopiscus in Vit Probus" (i); that it was he himself who repeatedly gave us cloacina for cloaca (i. 316-7), and Lepsius for Lipsius; who put "old Jason" for Eson (ii. 315); who made "versipelles" singular, and "naumachia" plural (i. 231); or that, when he thought it expedient to mention Philo's Legation to Caligula by its Greek title he was unable to give us anything more like the correct form than <Пpeoẞelas гπрos aшv' (ii. 44). Yet surely Mr. Story, if unable to superintend his own printing, might have secured the help of some competent corrector; or, at least, he might have set the matter right in his second edition. But what are we to say to such a specimen of Mr. Story's Latin as the interpretaGood-humored as Mr. Story unquestionation of the Italian name for spring-primavera bly is, there is yet a kind of flippant super-by "the first true thing" (i 87)? Or what excuse can be made for the blunders which crowd the page when he displays his knowledge of history? But we must beg the reader to understand why we notice his blunders, whether of language or of history. It is not that we would blame him for not knowing things which he is in nowise bound to know, but because he pretends, out of place, to a knowledge which he really has not; because he affects an acquaintance with somewhat recondite books, whereas he seems really to know them only through the medium of other books.

Little as we like Mr. Story's learning, we relish his wit still less. His jocosity is really overwhelming, and will never leave us any peace. In the midst of descriptions which ought to be simple, he douches us with puns, tags of quotation distorted to facetious uses, and other bad jokes of all sorts, in a way that is quite distressing; and both in the comic and in the graver parts there are, as is common in American writings, too evident traces of a study of cockney models. The style, as might be expected, has all those latest improvements which are fast changing our English tongue to something very different from its older self. Here is a specimen :

But, after all, what is gained by all these fine varieties of words? Might not the picture of May have been set quite as well before us without them?

ciliousness about him which is very provok ing. And in matters connected with religion (which necessarily come often before us in a book relating to Rome) this is especially annoying, whether it take the form of contemptuous toleration, of indignant denunciation, or (which is most usual) of sarcastic badinage. The explanation of much that offends us in Mr. Story is to be found at vol. ii. p. 224, where he tells us that "the most careful investigations of the catacombs . . . have failed to elicit the slightest indication in favor of the peculiar tenets of the Roman Church respecting the Trinity, the worship of the Virgin, the adoration of saints, or the supremacy of the Pope as Vicar of Christ." Without inquiring how this may be, it is enough to observe that the doctrine of the Trinity, unlike those with which it is here strangely joined as peculiar to Rome, has ample warrant in the writings of the ante-Nicene Fathers; so that it has no need of any evidence from the catacombs. But we quote the passage, not with any controversial views, but in order to furnish a key to Mr. Story's tone on religious matters, and to reprobate the lack of judgment which has led him to introduce religious controversy into such a work as this.

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