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OUR i■— Recovery from Apparent Death.-—My autho- rity for the following anecdote^is a lady, who heard it related some years ago by the gentleman initialed R." in my text. The late Baron Platt, when a young man, had a severe illness, of which he apparently'.died. Two or three days after the fatal event, some gentlemen, friends of the deceased, went together to the house where the body was laid out, and obtained permission to take a farewell look of their old associate. While standing beside the corpse, one of them said, Ah! we shall naver again drink a glass of wine with poor Platt;" when poor Platt immediately exclaimed, But you will, and a good many too, I hope." All fled in terror from the room except Mr R., and he remained until his friend's resuscitation was assured.-Notes and Queries. A Useful Deer.—The extent to which a tiinid animal can be appeased by kindness is, at the present moment, beautifulty exemplified by a deer, which has been so divested of its fears by Tom Hill, the huntsman of the Surrey foxhounds, that the animal not only ac- companies the hounds when taken out for exercise, but eats biscuit and actually sleeps with them in the kennel. If, during the meal, two of the hounds fight, by a pat with his fore foot he tries to separate them. If, at exer- cise, anything alarms him, with a bound or two he vaults for safety into the middle of the pack. But, when in his citadel, if any strange dog approaches them, with malice prepense he rushes out at him a3 if determined to kill him. Id short, by kind superintendence the deer has become as fond of the bloodthirsty hounds as they of him.-The Horse and his Rider, by Sir F, B. Head, Bart. A Scotch Surgeon in the Island ofPuyni- pet.—The first but we entered was inhabited by a Scotchman, who called himself Dr. Cook," and prac- tised as a physician. He had lived twenty-six years on the island. His dwelling consisted of three large apart- ments, which up to a certain height were shut off from each other by tnin wooden walls, so that the air could circulate freety overhead throughout the entire length of the hut. Everything was neat and orderly in the first room, which apparently was used as a surgery, stood a number of medicine bottles duly labelled, and crucibles, which at the very first glance revealed the avocation of the possessor. "C.oo.k, who seemed fat past the half century, with pale, faded, expressionless features, and a long silver-grey beard, clothed in a coarse woollen jacket, and with the huge, broad-brimmed, worn-out straw hat pulled low upon his wrinkled forehead, had quite caught the listless, motionless deportment of the natives. Nothing roused him, nothing surprised him; it took a considerable time to elicit from him any reply to our questions.—Voyage oj the Novara. Divorces among the Dayaks.-There is one cause of divorce, where the blame rests on neither party, but on their superstitions. When a couple are newly- married, if a deer, or gazelle, or a mouse deer utter a cry at night near the house in which the pair is living, it is an omen of ill-they must separate, or the death of one would ensue. This might be a great, trial to a European lover; the Dayaks, however, take the matter very philo- sophically. Mr. Chalmers mentions to me the case of a young Peninjau man who was divorced from his wife on the third day after marriage. The previous night a deer had uttered its warning cry, and separate they must. The morning of the divorce he chanced to go into the head-house," and there sat the bridegroom con- tentedly at work. Why are you here ? he was asked, as the "head-house" is frequented by bachelors and boys only; What news of your new wife? "I have no wife we were separated this morning, because the deer cried last night." Are you sorry ? Very sorry." "What are you doing with that brass wire? Making perik "—the chain-work which the women wear round their waists-" for a young woman whom I want to get for my new wife.Lije in the Forests of the Far W est. Nothing Good ever Dies.-There is nothing, not nothing innocent or good, that. dies and is forgotten; let us hold to that faith or none. An infant, a prattling child, dying in its cradle, will live again in the better thoughts of those who loved it and play its part, through them, in the redeeming actions of the world, though its body be burnt to ashes, or is drowned in tte deepest sea. There is not an angel added to the host of heaven but does its blessed work on earth in those that loved it here. Forgotten! oh, if the good deeds of human creatures could be traced to their source, how beautiful would even death appear; for how much charity, mercy, and purified affection would be seen to have their growth in dusty graves.—Charles Dickens. An Old Proverb Commended.—Thfp ivvitix tiw v uigar provero,- inat "All work' and no plav makes Jack a dull boy." I believe with you, that it .is only to a limited extent that the education of children can be advantageously combined with bodily labour. Even in the case of grown-up persons, some intervals of leisure are necessary to keep the mind in a healthful and vigorous state. It is when thus relieved from the state of tension belonging to actual study, that boys and girls, as well as men and women, acquire the habit of thought and reflection, and of forming their own conclusions, independently of what they are taught and the authority of others. In younger persons, it is not the mind only that suffers from too large a demand being made on it for the purposes of study. Relaxation and cheerful occupation are essential to the proper development of the corporeal structure and faculties, and the-want of them operates like an unwholesome atmosphere or defective nourishment in produeiug the lasting evils of defective health and a stunted growth, with all the secondary evils to which they lead.-Psychological Inquiries, by Sir B. Brodie. The Mountain Summit.—I think that a tall peak, which a pedestrian has never ascended before, generally gives him an impression, as he gains its summit of being suddenly carried there, as though into another world. The vast panorama leaps into the eyes, and sinks down deeply into the brain, there to remain (it may fairly be hoped) for a lifetime. So delightful is this feeling, that, even supposing the last few hun- dred yards of ascent do not demand undivided attention -even if the peak do not shut out the coming prospect, or the continuous watchfulness over hand and foot-the careful scrutiny ahead for this little edge "f rock which is to be grasped by the fingers, or of that little fissure which will first receive the toes, equally forbid all further prospect-I suspect the wary pedestrian rather defers than anticipates his pleasure. And then, on reaching the summit, as he turns round to all points of the compass, and everywhere sees the giant forms of the surrounding mountains-a stately company of hundreds and thousands, sitting in open ranks, that fade away in apparently eDdless perspective-it is only in a geodetic sense that he looks down on them. Mentally, indeed, he wonders and reveres, like the dazed Gaul on entering the Roman senate; and since the rarity of human footsteps in these solitudes sets him speculating as an involuntary antiquarian upon previous visitors, he feels little surprise that our heathen predecessors on this earth worshipped in high places, or roamed with Bacchus on the mountains. -Peaks and Passes. Second Series. The Wicked Earl of Rosse and the Good Dean of Kilmore.-In 1741, the Earl of Rosse, a dissipated man, being on his death-bed, the Dean of Kilmore thought it his duty to write a letter, exhorting him to repent. When the Earl had read the letter, he ordered it to be put in another cover and directed to the Earl of Kildare, and persuaded the Dean's servant to take it to its address. The Earl of Kildare having read it with suiprise and indignation, showed it to the Countess, saying that the Dean must be mad. She, equally amazed, remarked that it was not written in the style of a madman, and advised her husband to spt-ak to the Archbishop of Dublin on the subject. The Earl accordingly ordered his coach, went to the palace, and accosted the Archbishop thus:—" Pray, my Lord, did you ever hear that I was a blasphemer, a profligate, a gamester, a rioter, and everything that is base and infamous r— "You,mylord!" replied the Archbishop, "every oneknows that you are a pattern of humility, godliness, and virtue. Well then, mv Lord, what satisfaction can I have of a learned and reverend divine, who, under his own hand lays all this, to my charge ? Surely no man in his senses, that knew your Lordship, would presame to do it; and if a clergyman has been guilty of such an offence your Lordship will have satisfaction from the spiritual courts." Upon this the Earl delivered to him the letter, saying that it had been brought that morning by the Dean's servant. The Archbishop immediately sent for the Dean, who at once obeyed the summons. Before he entered the room the Archbishop asked the' Earl to'go into an adjoining one, while he Spoke to the Dean. When the latter entered, his Grace asked if he had written that letter; and when he had admitted it, reproached him for sending such a letter to so respected a nobleman. But he replied that he had ohly done his duty, and was ready to abide the consequences. He then retired with s6me emotion, leaving the Archbishop and the Earl as much in the dark as ever. The latter sent at once for, a Proctor of the Spiritual Court, and, committing the letter to bim, directed that proceedings should be taken against the Dean. The next day tlle- Archbishop, knowing how ruinous it would be to the Dean to entjer on a suit with so; powerful a person, went to his house, and advised him to to ask the Earl's pardon Ask his parden! why, the man is dead?" Lord Kildare dead ?■' "No; Lord Rosse." "Did you not send a letter to Lord Kild are yesterday?" No I sent one to the unhappy Earl of Rosse, who was given over, and I thought it my duty to-write fco him as I did. Upon examining the servant the whole matter was explained, and the only sufferer was the poor footman who lost his place.-The Earls of Kildare and their Ancestors, by the Marquis of Kildare. Hawkers' Flowers.-They are grown in this way: the cuttings are struck in a fierce heat, they are potted at once by the "one shift system into the 48 sized pots, and potted as loosely as possible, and without drainage, or, at most, one bit of crock or cinder over the hole to keep the stuff from running through. They never have air, they are frequently syringed, and to make up for the want of substance in the soil thev have frequent doses of manure water. They grow with lightning-like rapidity, and are in such a thoroughly artificial state that they ought never to be removed out of the place ot their nativity. "Noli me tangere" should be the general name for all of them. This practice may furnish the amateur with a practical lesson—first, to crock the pots properly, so that there will always be an outlet for surplus watev; secondly, to use a sound loamy compost, and to pot firm; thirdly, to keep the plants shut up only while they are making their first roots after a shift; fourthly, to give them air regularly as soon as they are able to bear it; fifthly, to give water only when they want it, and then plenty; and sixthly, to shelter them from cold winds, and let them have some sunshine, but never to be exposed to a burning sun-heat under glass during the height of summer.—Gardener's Weekly Magazine, and Floricultural Cabinet.


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