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VARIETIES. Pom* AJm PHILOSOPHY.—Poetry is to ptnMtilfiif what the Sabbath is to the rest of the week. Wit and gaiety answer the same purpose that a fire- does in a damp house, dispersing chills and drying up mould, and making all wholesale and cheerful. TIME.—As every thread of gold is valuable, so is every minute of time; and as it would be great folly to shoe horses-as Nero did-with gold so it is to spend time in trifles.—Mason. THE TONGUE'S POWER. -It is observed, in the course of worldly things, that men's fortunes are oftener made by their tongues than by their virtues and more men's fortunes overthrown thereby than by their vices.-8ir W. Raleigh. PRACTICAL WISDOM.—The actions of each day are, for the most part, links which follow each other in the chain of custom. Hence the great effort of practical wisdom is to imbue the mind with right tastes, affec- tions, and habits; the elements of character and masters of actions. MIDDLE AGES.—Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age, when the eager passions of youth are cooled, and the infirmities of age not yet begin, as we see that the shadows, which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday.—Dr. Arnold. THE WAY TO TREAT INJURIES.—If a bee stings you, will you go to the hive and destroy it ? Would not a thousand come upon you? If you receive a trifling injury do not go about the streets proclaiming it and be anxious to avenge it. Let it drop. It is wisdom to say little respecting the injuries you may have received. POWER OF Music.-Many animals enjoy music. The fondness of the camel for music is a well attested fact, and when the Arabs wish to get extra work out of those animals they play upon some favourite in- strument bright and cheerful airs. Blows are of no avail, but music spurs the animal to exertion. A spur for the horse, but music for the camel, say the Arabs. EXCOMMUNICATION.—When the Assembly of Divines petitioned the House of Commons that every presby- tery or presbvterian congregation, that is, the pastor and the ruling elders, might have the power of ex- communication, Whitelocke, a lawyer, strongly op- posed the petition, and concluded one of his speeches in these words: "The best excommunication is, for pastors, elders, and people, to excommunicate sin out of their own hearts and lives, to suspend themselves from all works of iniquity; this is a power which, when put in execution, through the assistance of the Spirit of God, will prevent all dis- putes about excommunication, and suspension from the sacrament." THB GOOD OLD TIMES.—The following copy of a handbill, published in 1706, forms an interesting con- trast to modem celerity in travelling:—" York Four Days' Stage Coach.—All that are desirous to pass from London to York, or from York to London, or any other place on that road, let them repair to the Black Swann, in Holboume, in London, and to the Black Swann, in Coney-street, in York; at both J laces they may be received in a stage-coach every [onday, Wednesday, and Friday, which performs the whole journey in four days (if God permits), and sets forth at five in the morning, and returns from York to Stamford in two days, and from Stamford by Huntingdon to London in two days more, and the like stages on their return, allowing each passenger fourteen pounds weight, and all above threepenoe a pound." THE ORIGIN OF "LYNCH LAW."—Lynchbury— Old Lynchburg," the inhabitants love to call it, veneration for what is ancient being a distinguishing feature of the more cultivated classes in the United States as elsewhere-lies among the mountains on the southern bank of James River, in the centre of the Piedmont district, and not far from the bar of the Blue Ridge (Virginia). It was once one of the wealthiest towns of America. Fortunes have been amassed here in tobacco, and, as it is now becoming a railway centre, it is likely that in time it will rise from being a little city of 12,000 people to become once more a great wealthy productive hive of industry. In that world which lives among dictionaries it is famous as having given a new word to the English language. Colonel Lynch, the Irish emigrant, whose name has been applied to the town, was a noted soldier in the Revolutionary War. This hotheaded Hibernian,! when he caught a "Tory," punished the individual whose chief crime was that he did not think as Colonel Lynch thought, and did not do as he did, after such a summary fashion that in time speedy" justice" of a somewhat equivocal type became known all the world over as "Lynch Law." "The Countries of thl j' World," by Dr. Robert Brown. j CAVENDISH, THE PHILOSOPHER.—Henry Cavendish, I the discoverer of hydrogen gas, was a shy, eccentric man. Though the grandson of the Duke of Devon- I shire, he cared little for his social position and wealth, except as they afforded him opportunity to study' science. It is said that he taught nis servants to un- derstand by signs what he wanted, in order that he might be able to think without interruption. Among the anecdotes told of him are these:—He lived in London in one street, and had another house in another street devoted exclusively to his books. Here he had collected a large and carefully-chosen library of works on science, which he threw open to all engaged in re- search and to this house he went for his own books, as one would go to a circulating library, signing a formal receipt for such of the volumes as he took with him. Cavendish lived comfortably, but made no dis- play; and his few guests were treated on all occasions to the same fare, and it was not very sumptuous. A Fellow of the Royal Society reports that if any one dined with Cavendish, he invariably gave him a leg of mutton and nothing else." Another Fellow says that Cavendish seldom had company at his house, but on one occasion three or four scientific men were to dine with him, and when his housekeeper came to ask what was to be got for dinner, he said, A leg of mutton! i —' Sir, that will not be enough for five.'—' Well, then, get two,' was the reply." OLD DRYASDUST. Magliabechi", the celebrated librarian of Florence, lived, ate, drank, and slept among his books; he lived in the most sequestered and philosophical manner, scarcely ever leaving the city. His house was but one continued pile of books; his lower rooms were crowded with them, not only along the wainscot, but in piles to a considerable height, and so spread on the floor that there was not the least place for sitting down, much less for walk- ing, except a long narrow passage leading from one room to the other. The porch of this house was, in the same manner, everywhere stuffed with books, as far as the projecting awning would secure them from rain. The staircase was lined all the way up with this library furniture, as were all the upper rooms. Magliabechi generally shut himself up all the day, and opened his doors in the evening to the men of letters who came to converse with him. He was negligent in his person, and was usually dressed in black, with a waistcoat reaching to his knees. His cloak, which was also black, served him for a morning gown in the day, and. for bedclothes at night; it was generally much patched, in consequence of the holes he burnt in it. He wore a large hat, and a Florentine band round his neck. On one arm he carried a pan, in which was a constant fire for warming his hands, and his clothes bore evidence of their being often too nearly connected with it. His linen he usually wore until it fell to pieces. He always slept on his books; bound volumes served him for a mattress, those in boards for a pillow, and he covered himself with such as were merely stitched, throwing his cloak over all. His sole diet was eggs, bread, and water. The Grand Duke of Florence, Cosmo II., to whom Magliabechi was libraritm, once prevailed on him to take up his resi- dence in the Ducal Palace; but he quitted it four months afterwards, and returned to his own house; indeed, though he rarely stirred out, yet he had such an aversion to everything that looked like restraint, that the Grand Duke dispensed with his per- sonal attendance, and always sent him his orders in writing. A DWARFS' WEDDING.—In the year 1710, Peter the Great, Emperor of Russia, celebrated a marriage of dwarfs at Petersburg, which was attended with great parade. On a certain day, which he had ordered to be proclaimed several months before, he invited the whole body of his courtiers, and all the foreign ambassadors, to be present at the marriage of a pigmy man and woman. The preparations for this wedding were not only very grand, but executed in a style of barbarous and painful ridicule. Peter ordered that all the dwarf men and women within 200 miles should repair to the capital, and also insisted that they should be present at the ceremony. For this purpose he sup- plied them with proper vehicles, but so contrived it that one horse was seen carrying a dozen of them into the city at once, while the mob followed, shoutingand laughing, from behind. Some of them were at first unwilling to obey an order which they knew was cal- culated to turn them into ridicule, and did not come; but he soon obliged them to obey, and, as a punish- ment, enjoined that they should wait on the rest at dinner. The whole company of dwarfs amounted to about seventy, besides the bride and bridegroom, who were "richly adorned, in the extremity of the fashion. For this little company in miniature everything suit- able was provided; a low table, small plates, little glasses, and, in short, everything was so fitted as if all things had been dwindled to thiir own standard. It was the emperors pleasure to see their gravity and pride-the contention of the women for places, and the men for superiority. This point he attempted to adjust, by ordering that the most diminutive should take the lead; but this bred disputes, for none would then consent to sit foremost. All this, however, being at last settled, dancing followed the dinner, and the ball was opened with a minuet by the bridegroom, whose height was exactly 3 feet 2 inches. In the end matters were so contrived that this little company, who met together in gloomy disgust, and with an un- willingness to be pleased, being at last familiarized to laughter, entered into the diversion, and became ex- tNmely sprightly And entertaining. A La.—-When the world has once got hold of a lie, UijaB^rn*8*"n*' ,k°w hard it is to get it out of the world. You beat it about the head till it seems to have given up the ghost, and, lo! the next day it is as healthy as ever. He who maintains the right, though countenanced by the few, must forego all expectation of popularity till there should be less to censure than applaud in human conduct; and when this is tke case, the millennium will have dawned. Hope is the ruddy morning ray of joy, recollection in its golden tinge; but the latter is wont to sink amid the dews and dusky shades of twilight, and the bright blue day which thejformer promises breaks indeed, but in another world, and with another sun.—Jean Patd Ritcher. PASSING SHADOWS.—As the trials of life thicken, and the dreams of other days fade one by one in the deep vista of disappointed hope, the heart grows weary of the struggle, and we begin to realise our insignificance. Those who have climbed to the pin- nacle of fame, or revel in luxury or wealth, go to the grave at last with the poor mendicant who begs by the wayside, and, like him are soon forgotten. Gene- ration afterjgeneration have felt as we feel, and their fellows were as active in life as we are now. They passed away as vapour, while nature wore the same aspect of beauty as when the Creator commanded her to be. And so shall it be when we are gone. The heavens will be as bright over our graves as they are now around our paths; the world will have the same attractions for offsprings yet unborn that she has now for our children. THE PRESENT KING OF SAXONY.—Prince John was favourably known before his accession to the throne of Saxony as a man of letters, well versed in history, theology, and German law. As a member of the First Chamber of the Diet he frequently took part in the debates, and as one of the Committee charged with the examination of the proposed new code of criminal law, he consented to act as Referent, and his elaborate report materially contributed to the intro- duction of an improved system of penal legislation. He was in fact, what is so rarely to been found among princes, an accomplished scholar. On the occasion of a visit which Frederick William IV. (of Prussia) paid to Dresden (I think in 1852) the King of Saxony and Prince John received their royal guest from Berlin at the foot of the palace staircase, who on catching sight of them, called out to the King, But you make too much ceremony with me, dear little angel and then, looking towards the Prince, And you too, old school- master." Ward's" Experience of a Diplomatist." BYRON'S DAUGHTER.—On one occasion Lady Love- lace paid a visit to Newstead Abbey. In the great library, Colonel Wildman, who had invited her there, read one of the finest passages of Byron to Byron's daughter, who, touched with the beauty of the verse, asked who was the author. Colonel Wildman stared at her,land said, There is the portrait of the author." pointing to the portrait of Byron by Phillips. He read yet more of Byron's poetry to her. Lady Love- lace was mute with astonishment as new revelations burst upon her. Do you think this is affectation," she said, at last, when I tell you I have been brought up in complete ignorance of all that regards my father?" From that moment a passionate enthusiasm for everything which recalled the memory of Byron took possession of her. While at Newstead Abbey she used to shut herself up for long hours in the apartments he had lived in, and which still retained much of the furniture which had belonged to him.- Lady Clementina Davies's Recollections of Society. A FACIAL THUNDERSTORM.—Apropos of Lablache, it was after dinner at Gore House that I witnessed his extraordinary representation of a thunderstorm limply by facial expression. The gloom that gradually overspread his eountenanance appeared to deepen into actual darkness, and the terific frown indicated the angry louring of the tempest. The lightning com- menced by winks of the eyes and twitching of the muscles of the face, succeeded by rapid sidelong movements of the mouth, which wonderfully recalled to you the forked flashes that seem to rend the sky, the motion of thunder being conveyed by the shaking of his head. By degrees the lightning became less vivid, the frown relaxed, the gloom departed, and a broad smile illuminating his expansive face, assured you that the sun had broken through the clouds and the storm was over. He told me that the idea occurred to him in the Champs Elysees, where one day, in company with Signor de Begnis, he witnessed a distant thunderstorm above the Arc de Triomphe.- The Recollections and Reflections of J. R. Blanche. COSTUME OF THE BURMESE EMBASSY.—At the back, where our countrywomen wear their chignons, the Burmese corps diplomatique wear a fan-like display of muslin. Their skirts resemble nothing more than figured satin bed-curtains. A white muslin bodice covers the upper part of their persons, and a narrow robe of white muslin is twisted round their heada. Under their robe, and entirely concealed, they carry a short sword, something like the happy despatch instruments of the Japanese. They wear an order, suspended on a variegated ribbon, round their neck. Their white kid gloves are exquisite, and oome some inches up the arm. Since their arrrival here they have taken to wearing spring-side patient leather boots of British manufacture. Great respect is paid to them here. On their visit to the Houses of Parlia- ment the other evening, they were attended by "-Black Rod," and their way was cleared by one of Black Rod's henchmen. The throne was uncovered in expectation of their visit, and two English gentle- man attached to their suite were by their side to tell them who was who. THE CHBUOKEB ROSE.—A rose ought to be beautiful which has such a charming romance as the following connected with its name:—A young Indian chief of the Seminole tribe was taken prisoner by his enemies, the Cherokees, and doomed to torture, but fell so seriously ill that it became necessary to wait for hit restoration to health before committing him to the fire. And as he lay prostrated by disease in the cabin of the Cherokee warrior, the daughter of the latter, a young, dark-faced maid, was his nurse. She fell in love with the young chieftain, and, wishing to savo his life, urged him to escape. But he would not do so unless she would flee with him. She consented. Yet, before they had gone far, impelled by soft regret at leaving home, she asked permission of her lover to return for the purpose of bearing away some memento of it. So, retracing her footsteps, she broke a sprig from the white rose which climbed up the poles of her father's tent, and preserving it during her flight through the wilderness, planted it by the door of her now home in the land of the Seminoles. And from that day this beautiful flower has always been known throughout the Southern States by the name of the Cherokee rose. ESTIMATE OF SISTBR-NOVBLISTS. — Mrs. Stowe's second volume [" Dred "] is a powerful argument to prove slavery and justice are contradictory terms, but is it not rather heavy as a romance P These great social evils are found unmanageable by romantic art, at least the material seems to me too bulky and too hard grained for its most delicate touches. After little Nina's death, your interest is deadened, as when the queen is lost in a game of chess. Nina is not a very startling heroine, nothing but a slightly underbred, yet bright, sweet, charming, little girl, a pretty fair type of a certain class of American girls, yet, in her various relations, she supplies the novel" interest of the book. Dred is a sort of Ossianic Negro, an abstraction, not after any human pattern. But old Uncle Tiff," is he not charming, with his unlettered religion, breathing the pure essence of Christianity, and his natural and his feudal love ? He is a far more probable specimen than Uncle Tom. Mrs. Stowe is one of those angels whom God makes his ministers, a commissioned labourer in a great and rich field; but I doubt if it would bear much more working. New elements must be brought in, and they will be:—the warp and woof are spinning on the Kansas plains .Is not Mrs. Gaskell, after all, the greatest romance-writer of the day ? Have not her books the elements that enter into every human life P She IS the delight of our (Jranford. We have a female commu- nity, an out-of doors nunnery at Stockbridge. The women are of a high order, not intellectually at all related to the Cranford set; but we have the ludicrous incidents common to feminine communities. Miss Sedgwick's I- Life and Letters." TJlB MBERESSTILLB AND MENDBLSSHON.-Doet thou remember how we drove away from Padua along the Brenta one evening ? The glowing Italian night oppressed us, and one after another, the travellers dose • ■lowards morning a voice cried Ecco •°°°' Venezia The sea still, immense, out- 'pr^?«, ^rV8~~0nl>' on the far horizen, fine "1? and down, as though the small ZtIZ J? 7 together in dreams. So does it interweave, and sparkl,-I and throb, in Mendelsshon's Meeresstille;" we dream sleepily, listening to it; rr«v a thought—rather than that we think. feethovenian chorus after Goethe, and the accentuated words, sound almost rough beside these spider-web tones of the violins. Near the close, such harmony is unloosed and resolved, as if the poet surely looked too deeply into the eyes of a daughter of Nereus, seeking to draw him down; but then upspings a higher wave, the sea grows more numerous everywhere, the sails flap, the pennants wave, and now away, away. M Which of Meritis' overtures do you like the best P" asked a simpleton near me-and as then the keys E minor, B minor, and D major embraced in a tirad of the graces, I could think of no better answer than the best, All of them." But, indeed, Meritis conducted as if he had composed the overture himself and the orchestra played worthily; and then a remark of Florestan's. struck me. It was played, he said, much as he used to play when he came from the provinces to study with Master Raro; this middle point between art and nature was his most fatal crisis; then came such a hesitation such a stiffness, that he doubted his own talent. Fiery as I was, and fervidly as I conceived every work, yet now I must take everything slowly distinctly; but luckily the crisis was soon over* For my part I disliked the conductor's stick in the ovattare M in the symphony.—Schumann's Writings