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EXTRACTS. HOW-A WOMAN PUTS ON A BONNET.—Did you ever hear how a woman puts on a bonnet ? No? Then you have missed the enjoyment of a. most interesting performance. When a man dons his head-piece, he merely claps the cover over his brows, with as little consideration as one would drop an extinguisher over a candle. He simply puts his hat on, and that is all there is in the operation. Light or dark, it is all one to him. Of course, different men have different ways of putting on a hat. One man seizes his castor by the front of the brim and slapa it oa his head with a quick turn of the wrist, in much a manner used in turning a flap-jack another takes hold of his hat, one hand to the fore and the other aft, and pulls it down with all his might, as though his plug hat were what it looks like, a clam's head, and he were removing the dingy night-cap from it preparatory to eating the clam a third lays hold of his hat by the gunwales, starboard and port, and carefully adjusts it in an exact line with the horizon or at some favourable angle, as the case may be. In either of these instances the operation is done mechanically, and requires no- looking-glass or other adventitious aid. There is no art in it. The act is only a matter of dull routine. With a woman how different! When she puts on her bonnet a poem is created, a picture is called into being, and music is brought back to earth, and the atmosphere is saturated with sweet sounds. She brings forth a bandbox, sets it upon a chair or table, removes the lid, and with a sweet smile reaches down into the cavernous interior of that box, and draws forth, very tenderly, a little, insignificant, heterogenous affair frhat courtesy calls a bonnet. To the male eye it has neither beauty nor comeliness in its present condition; but wait a bit. Now she advances towards the mirror, holding the delicate trifle before her after the manner in which the careful housewife carries a pan full to the brim of hot fat. Arrived at the looking-glass, she releases one ear of the bonnet, and with the disengaged hand deftly brushes her front hair then her hand resumes its hold of the bonnet, and the fellow-hand in its turn pays attention to the clustering locks on its side of the house. Now both hands have the bonnet in their gentle grasp. The fair creature looks into the glass, and remarks, apologetically, that her hair isn't fixed.. She feels that it is her duty to exhibit that bonnet in the most favourable manner. She has no excuses to make for its short comings: it has none. It is herself alone, and always her hair, that is responsible for anything short of a absolute perfection when the nuptial knot shall be tied under the chin, and the bonnet and herself shall be one glory. She raises the airy nothing aloft; her chin protrudes; her hand Oscillates while she adjusts, settles the bonnet down carefully upon its hirsute couch. It is now exactly where it should be. There is no guess work about it. Square, level and plumb could not be more precise in results. Up goes her rounded chin, the strings are tied without the tightest wrinkling of the ribbon, the ends are brushed out with a delicate sleight-of-hand, the bows are picked out flat and square—not too flat nor too square—and a long, slender pin is thrust remorselessly through the bow, its unguarded point protruding from the thither side, a warning to all to whom may Concern.-F. E. W. in Good Housekeeping. OLD SARUM AND STONEHENGE, BY DIODORUS, IN THE TIME OF JULIUS CJSSAR.—In the fifth book of Diodorus, the Sicillian, who lived in the time of Julius Caesar and the reign of Augustus, and about Sixty years before the advent of our Saviour, it is stated :—"Among those that have written stories, much like fables, are HeeatseuS and some others, who say that there is an island in the ocean, over against Gaul, where the Hyperboreans inhabit; Latina was born there, and therefore they worship Apollo (the sun) above all other Gods, daily singing praises to his honour and hence the inhabitants so demean themselves as if they were Apollo's priests. They have a stately grove, and a re- nowned temple of a circular form, beautified with many rich gifts. They have also a city consecrated to this god, whose citizens are most of them barpers, who chant the sacred hymns to Apollo in the temple." Then adverting to the close con- nection existing between their customs and religious rites and those of Gaul, Diodorus adds: "There are likewise among them philosophers and divines, whom they call Saronides, who are held in great Veneration and esteem, through whom they present their thank-offerings to the deity these Druids or Bards are obeyed both in peace and war." This valuable fragment of antiquity discloses the inter- esting fact of the existence in this island, above two thousand years ago, of a circular temple, of a city dedicated to the Sun, and under the immediate superintendence of Bards or Druids, called Saronides. Now Saronides is a Greek patronymic, composed of "Saron" and "Ides," the offspring of, or dependents on, Saron, which latter word is defined by Bryant: 'Sar' is a rock or promontory on which temples were erected which were de- Dominated 'SarOn,' from the deity the Sun, to whom such temples were sacred. High groves, or rather hills, of ancient oaks were also named Sarou,' from a like dedication to the diety. Hence the Saronian Bay, in Greece." Is it difficult, then, to assign a locality to these conjectures of Hecatteus and Diodorus ? A circular temple, served by priests denominated Saron-ides, from some sacred hill or promontory called Bar-On, a name derived from an exclusive dedication to solar worship, will meet, and meet alone, in that county where the ancient Saron still preserves its appellation under its Latin termination of "Sarum;" and hence both that mount, and tlie perplexing remnant of antiquity a<ijoining (Sto#chenge), need no longer occupy the conjectures of the curious, either as to its object, age, or ancient nse.-Conjectures, <&c.

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