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 I run i li â- [mi i! I- .11 ' -m f 'M m THE THOUSAND ISLANDS." JL Giapbio Deaenptioii of the Vatmal For- mation and Scenciy of t^e FanouB Jtewrt ' The hnmming-lnTd hia now laid iti qcgB in the nest by the veranda," our frieml wrote TIB from Gananoqae; "come 'won if yon want to see them. And Miss Sinclair has tamed a chipmunk, which eats almost from her hand, by the big tree. I'm sure your boy would like to have a peep at him. Also, the Indian-pipe plant is beginning to flower in the wood behind the house. It doesn't last long yon must make haste, or you will be too late for it." • We knew the hospitable chalet at Gina- noque of old; and even if our. friend's so- ciety had not been enough of itself to entice us (which it amply was), the added delights of a humming-bird's nest, a tame chipmunk, and the Indian-pipe plant in fall flower might surely have sufficied to move the heart of the stoniest of parents. I don't go in, myself for being what you may call stony on the contrary, where the junior branches are concerned, I acknowledge myself but as clay in the hands of the potter so the very next day saw us safely packed on board the " Princess Louise " river-steamer, three precious souls, and all agog to dash through thick and thin on the heaving bosom of the broad St, Lawrence And the broad St. Lawrence did heave that July evening, no mistake about it. A fresh west wind was blowing over the lake, and the spray was dashing up with sea-like violence as we steamed away from the wooden wharves of Kingston, heading down- stream for • THE THOUSAND ISLANDS. Lake Ontario, when it chooses, can get up a very decent storm indeed quite as fine a storm as any to be seen upon the German Ocean, with huge four-masters from Chicago stranding helplessly on the reels and spits and even the river can run seas high in its broader reaches among the wide expausion known as the Lake of the Thousand Islands. Now, Gananoque is the pretty metropolis of the Thousand Island district on the Cana- dian side, as Alexandria Bay and Clayton are on the American shore and the " Prin- ';es8 Louise " is the little steamer which plies daily between Kingston and Gana- noque during the summer season, when the ice is up and navigation is open. But I have always found European ideas as to the geography of Canada so very vague that I shall make no apology for beginning my story with some slight account of the Thousand Islands and their immediate sur- roundings. Just at the point where the huge St. Law- rence emerges lazily from Lake Ontario â€" or where Lake Ontario narrows into the St. Lawrence, whichever you willâ€" the bed of the river crosses a transverse range of low granite hills, whose bare summits liave been ground into domeshaped bosses (or roches moutonnees, as they say in Switzer- land) by the enormous ice -sheets of the Glacial epoch. The granite of the chain is very hard and pure it is quarried in large masses, indeed, for monumental and build- ing purposes, among these very Islands and so the great river, unable to cut itself as profound a channel as it might otherwise have done in a more yielding rock, has spread itself out in wide pools over a broad and shallow bed, only deep enough for large navigation by river -steamers in two or three well -recognized currents. The main line of the Grand Trunk Railway in fact, between Kingston and Montreal, traverses this same low, granite range, and exhibits very clearly the conditions precedent for the produc- tion of so strange and BEAUTIFUL A PHENOMENON as the Thousand Islands. The range con- sists of numerous crouching, ice-vorn mounds or hillocks, shaped exactly like a pig's back â€" or, to be more respectful, let us say an elephant's, or a basking whale's â€" while in between them lie deep orooves, or valleys equally ice-worn, all running paral- lel and scratched alike, as is necessarily the case with the grooves due to the down- ward movement of a single great glacier or ice-sheet. Now, the average width of the St. Lawrence under normal circumstances, when it isn't trying, Yankee fashion, to do a big thing, is about a mUe or a mile and a huf. But when it encounters this belt of ancient ice-worn gneis, with its accompany- ing dales, it spreads itself out into a sort of encumbered lake some ten or fifteen mUes wide, filling up the grooves and interstices between the rounded humps, but leaving the higher mounds or hillocks themselves as tiny islands intersected by endless miniature channels. The name Thousand Islands is by no means due to characteKstic American exaggeration the official survey, niade for the TREATY OF GHENT gives the number as sixteen hundred and ninety-two, and they extend for forty miles down the river from Kingston to Brockville, in a perpetual succession of beautiful pic- tures. If the islands and islets still remained merely in their original condition, as round- ed, dome-shaped knolls, clad with pine and maple and Virginia-creeper, rising hump- like in slow idopes from the water's edge, they would still oe extremely romantic and picturesque. But they are far more than this. The ceaaeleas action of the river at their sides, aided by the disintegrating frosts of wtnter, and the pressure of the ice- packs when the lake " breaks up" in early spring (exacUy as if it were an academy for young gentlemen In the Easter holidays), has cut many of their edges into steep little cliffs, fantastically weathered, as granite almost always weathers, into brautiful broken crags and pinnacles. Thus the difis often spring sheer from the surface of the water, worn by rain and frost into quaint, jutting shapes, and with rare ferns and flowers and creepers hanging out here and there from their creviced nooks. The sum- mits remain for the most part smooth and polished by the old ice-action; and the con- trast betweoi their bald, xonnd surfaces, almost gray with age and lidiaui, and the jagged and ruddy oatlme of tlie more ntbeat fractures, makes an extronely bold and efifective element in the total ]^ture. The islets are also of every imaginable shape, size, and prouping^scmie of them big enough to hold two or three taxma, and others of them lidng solitary from mid- stream, crowned by a single waving stem of Canadian cedar. Here is on«, for example, a mere bare pinnacle of moaldering rock and here is another, a craggy little island, yet covered with endless variety of timber, whose drooping foliage hjmga over tiie bank and reflects itself plaoidly in the sil- â-¼wy minor bekw. Thu dnstw after dm- ter ruBsns b^re.one's eyes, all rAIBT-UKB, fcSEXN, AND BOMANTIC,^ bat all aa infinitely varied in aliape and con- tour aa intricate intermixture of rock #ad veffeUtien, aid land and wst«r, can poa- tSuy tnake Utiwa. I miwi give the reader dne warning, how- ever, that on this ground I am perhafia a trifle oithnaiaatio. To say the tratb^ if I may for once1)e frank'y personal, I speaik with Ae pardonable partiality of a native. I am, indeed, an aboriginal of this very dis- trict, bom at Kingston, the threshold of the St Lawrence, and " raised " as we say be- yond the Atlantic) on the biggest and long- est of the Thousand Islands. Hence, some- thing of the glamour of childhood surrounds the region still in my eyes sweeter flowers blow there than anywhere else on this pro- saic planet; bigger fish lurk among the crevices, bluer birds flit between the honey- suckles, and livelier squirrels gambol upon the hickory trees, than in any other corner of this oblate spheroid. I see the orange lilies and the lady's-slippers still, by the reflected light of ten-year-old memories. So the cautious reader will perhaps do well to take a liberal discount of twenty per cent, off all my adjectives, to submit my eulo- gibtic verbs to a strict ad-valorem drawback, and to accept the remainder as probably representing an unprejudiced view of the situation. I am not, I will admit, A PATEIOTIC CANADIAN, â€" in so small a community, patriotism runs perilously near to provincialism-â€" but I must allow that a warm corner still exists in my heart for the rocks and reaches of the Thousand Islands. The " Princess Louise " steams down the Canadian Channelâ€" one of the two chief navigable currents â€" past Wolfe Island where I spent a rustic boyhood with the raccoons and the sunfish, and on through endless groups of other wooded islets, with cedars sweeping low to the water's edge, till, after a couple of hours aboard, two white wooden lighthouses, guarding the entrance to the little harbor, announce our approach to Gananoque. A "creek" or minor river (pronounce it "crick" if you wish to be thoroughly transatlantic), here joins issue with the great St. Lawrence, and of course on its way indulges in some local waterfalls, once pretty, but now made to do duty, alas with American utilatarianism, in turning the saw-mills which are the raison d'etre of the flourishing small village. I will not describe Gananoque itself â€" Cana- dian villages are best left to the imagina- tion of the charitable reader I will only say that its natural situation is absolutely charming and its bay and outlook "as beautiful as they "make them." The "Prin- cess Louise " drew up at the rough log wharf, choked with immense piles of white pine planksâ€"" lumber," as the American language gracefully phrases it and even as we reached the tiny quay we saw our host- ess in her row-boat, already pulling round a granite bluff from her retreat to meet us. By private arrangement with the captain, indeed â€" so sweetly simple and domestic is life in these new countries â€" the engineer " scooted," or blew, hi«i whistle three times as he passed the lighthouse whenever he had visitors on board for our friend's chalet. The moment the " scoot " is heard on the cliff the chalet folks put out their boat at once, and row round to the landingplace to take up their visitors without delay on ar- rival. We disembarked from the " Princess Louise," and took our seats in the chalet row-boat. Our hostess pulled politeness compelled me to offer myself as an unwor- thy substitute, but, when she firmly de- clined to surrender the sculls, I felt a secret twinge of satisfaction, for though it's one thing to pilot a dingey from Oxford to Sanford Lasher, it's quite another thing to pull a heavy hen-coop against the big waves of the full St. Lawrence on a windy evening. CANADIAN LADIES think nothing of a mile or two of rowing.or of a' still breeze and modesty recognized the palpable fact that the sculls were in far more competent hands. Practice makes perfect, however and a few weeks in C nada soon brought back to me the old knack of rowing with tholepins instead of rowlocks, though to the last the instinctive tendency to drop the wrist in the vain effort to feather â€" feathering of course, is impossible with the pins â€" persisted always, much to my discom- fiture. The chalet, w;hither we were bound, sta:.ds a little removed from Gananoque village in wild grounds all of its own, raised high among the woods, on top of a sheer cliff, beneath whose frowning crags we row- ed into a little bay or haven, protected by a bold granite headland from the sea, that rolled high upon the open liver. There we pulled up beside the floatiii£C wooden land- mg-stage, and disembaurked on the grounds of Mossbank. (The real name was not MoBsbank, but something very much pret- tier and more appropriate, only my friend's solemn adjurations have bound me down by inviolable promise not to reveal either its local habitation or its name too openly to the profane, vulgar, or even, which is quite another matter, to the candid reader, of this present magazine. I forget how many steps, partly wooden, and partly cut into the solid granite of the headland, lied up the face of the perpendicular cliff from the wat- er's edge to the chalet platform. I was told at the time â€" something like one hund- red and ninety, I fancy but the beautiful picture of that calm luty, and the hanging woods, and the maiden-hair fern springing in wild luxuriance from the clefts of the rock, and the bearberry clambering over the ice-worn bosses, and the wild sarsaparilla raiding its green berries on its tall, bare stalk and all the thousand and one exquisite details of frond and foliage, and fruit aud flower, distracted my attention from arith- metical facts, gradational or otherwise, and left me only eyes and mind for the beautiful scene tluht unrolled itself slowly, step by step, before me. At tibe summit, on a rounded, rocky pla- teau of bare granite, overgrown in places by clambering shrubs and trailing Western creepos, the chalet itself fronted uie Sunset Islands, and looked down from its aerial perch i^on the intricate maze of SUSSET LAND AND FUSPLB WATEBr To the right lay the lighthouses and the is- lands in the^r neighborhood in front, one islet behind another stood massed in view, backed up by the low hills of the New Tork shore to the Idft, the high cliff cloaed in the mght, with a sinrie rocky island rfadhg full in prospect, and the rf#^ -attetohing inimitably onwa^, broken by endless tiny archipelagoes, in the direction of the Corn- wall Rapids. For the chalet itself, how shall I fitly describe it? A more churning nunmer-henae w»a never deviaed for hnman habitation. Being meant for midaninmCT oae alone, warmth and anngneaa were left wbolly out of consideration all the «(«» waa laid upon coolness and breezineasin 1o« •weltering heat of Canadian Aq^t. ^iside and out, tiic chalet was scrnpidotuly m wood, wooden; it was bnilt- of the native white pine, polished both sides, one thick- sew m boaras only, and all the construc- tional details within and without were plainly visible to the naked eye in a way that would have delighted the honest souls of Scott and Fefgusson. The inner walls showed the poUshed framework (like a good church-roof) that supported the single la- yer of planks, unpapered, and otherwise un- disfignred the polished beams and joists over-head bore the weight of the boards that formed at once the ceiling of the draw- ing-room and the flour of the neat little bed-rooms up stairs. Thus every room had six sides of polished light-brown pine-wood â€"floor, ceiling, and four walls. A few delicate Oriental rugs and native fur-skins lay daintily upon the waxed floor etchings and sketches hung upon the walls light and graceful sutemer-like furniture filled up the rooms but otherwise all was the dean wooden framework, and delightfully cool and appropriate it looked. Further to carry out the summer effects of the whole, the three reception-rooms on the gpround- floor, instead of being jealously partitioned off from one another with the stereotyped formality of urban life, were thrown into one by broad archways, where folding;- doors might have been, but were not, so giving an air of roominess and freedom to drawing-room, dining-room, and library alike, which was especially grateful in hot Canadian noon-tides. With doors and win- dows flung wide open, and roses and honey- suckles peeping in from the richly festooned pillars of the veranda, can one imagine a more delightful spot in which to spend a cloudless summer For, to complete the charm, a veranda ran round the house below, with broad shade and comfortable rocking-chairs, and creep- ers clambered up the posts around, making, as it were, a rustic frame for the exquisite picture of river and islands that lay beyond. Up-stairs, each bedroom opens out onto a continuous balcony, formed by the roof of the veranda, and running round the whole halet, Swiss or Norwegian fashion, with a wood^work balustrade, overgrown with lithe sprays of native climbers. The view from the balcony was even finer than that from the platform of rock on which the house stood; it opened up yet wider vistas of the river, and gave a broader prospect over the blue hills of the dim American shore be- yond. I have been thus particular in describing the house at Mossbank, because it may be laken as A FAIB SAMPLE of the delicious little summer cottages in which Americans and Canadians lounge away the sultry months of the transatlantic season. Our hostess, indeed, who combines the artist's eye with the poet's, had been peculiarly happy in her choice of a site Mossbank stood on, by far,' the prettiest point we saw anywhere among those sixteen hundred and ninety-two fairy-like islands but almost all the cottages we visited veere picturesque'and appropriate to their use and situation, though none other, perhaps, was quite so graceful in its design, or so dainty in its appointments as the one in which we were fortunate enough to fix our headquart- ers. Dozens of such cottages now stud the prettiest parts of the various channels, and it is locally fashionable .to run them down as disfiguring and modernizing a beautiful pieceof rustic wild scenery. For my own part, though I have known the Islands in- timately from' childhood upward, and can remember them when their only inhabitants were minks and musquash, and their staple products blueberries and wildflowers, I do not think the quaint little cottages and the wooden bungalows are anything other (in most cases) than improvements to the dis- trict. And I am rather a Puritan, too, in this matter of wildness. I hate the intru- sive foot of civilization. But civilization, as it shows itself among the Thousand Islands, is not intrusive it rather heightens than detracts from the total impression. By themselves, the islands tend toward same- ness a graceful chalet, a light wooden toy farm-house, a white, gleaming lighthouse, judiciously planted 3n a jutting height, and well embowered in spruce-fir and maples, give individuality and distinctiveness to the picture, and supply the landscape with what it otherwise sadly lacks â€" points de re- pere â€" in the tangled maze of wood and water. Every view is all the better for an occasional lamdmark the wildest nature is somewhat improved by a stray, token of man's occupancy and the possibility of inter- course with the mass of humanity. LIFE UPON THE WATER Among the islands one lives upon the water. By a certain tacit understanding between the islanders, every resident has a recognized right to explore every ether res- ident's petty domain. No obtrusive notice boards flaunt before the innocent face of heaven the anti-social and wholly uncalled- for information that trespassers will bcpro- secuted with the utmost rigor of the law. On the contrary, the usual formula painted on the neat little placard beside the tiny land- ing-stages assumes the optative rather than the imperative mood " Parties landing on this island are requested to abstain from damaging the ferns and flo vers." The fact is, all the islanders are there as summer visitors only each possesses but a tiny realm of his own, often beautifully varied, but always readily exhausted of its native interest and the whole charm of the spot would evaporate entirely if proprietors in- sisted with ungraiued British churlishness upon their legal right to shut themsielv«s in from landless humanity with the effectual protest of a high brick wall. Accordingly, everybody always lands freely, no man hinaeridg, upon evefybody else's private island and the day is mostly passed in wandering (afloEt) in a delicious, aimless, listless fashion down tiny channels between islet and islet, stopping here to pick a raie wiU-ifioFer from a cliff am the side, and halt- ing there to entlore and climb some jutting rock whose peak promises a wider view over all the sorrounding little archipelaj^Ms. AN IDEAL LIFE. Few modes of life could be more graceful or humanizing than summer life in these delicious archipelagoes. Here and thero, to be sore, as at Thousand Island Park, a whole big isUnd has \)een bought np by speculators (oddly isized in we making with camp-meetings and other revivalist religious gatfaeringa),and laid out as a sort of exdnaiTe Bedford Park, where none but approved mtfnbera of a particular sect may take a cottage. One sneh little village is exdnsively Methodist, while another is wholly given over to serieua Congregation- alism. But in most parte of the group (and it must be remembered tiiat the islands cover, roughly speaking, an jarea rf forty miwi by ten or uteen) each faousd ooodpie* a litfle insular kingdom of its own^;'Vherb the boys «pd girls can swim, and ^, a^ play^ and flirt, unmolest^ where th» seniors can lie in hammocks under the trees, and ruminate on jwlitics, philosophy, and the tender affections where callers can be espied from afar as they approach the thare and wherehospita'ity on af imple soils b as universal as it isunexacting- Note, also, that big black base and muskallonge still lurk amine the cracks and crannies ammg of the submerged granite, and that on many islands you can sit on the jutting nd of a tiny promontory and drop your line for them, plump from the shore, into twenty feet of clear green water. HOW NOT TO DO IT. Our iMt words to the British tourists who, stirred by my natural and indigenous enthusiasm, may perhaps contemplate some day visiting and exploring the Thousand Islands. Don't for a moment suppose that the islands can be adequately seen from the deck of one of the big lake steamers that ply up and down between Montreal, Kingston, and Toronto. This is the stereotyped British- tourist way of seeing them, and nothing could be flatter or more disappointing. If you take them so, I do not doubt you will come away objurgating me by all your do- mestic deities. The steamer sticks to one or other of the two main channels, which are wide and deep, and comparatively unen- cumbered by rocks and islands it avoids the tiny minor reaches, rich in endless sur- prises and varying vistas which constitute the real charms and beauty of this fantas- tic, fairy-like region. No, no to see the islands properly, you must live on tn-3 of them for several days at least, and row up and down among the lost side-channels and tangled back-Waters, exploring the petty bays and inlets, and occasionally losing your way altogether among the endless intricacies of that maze of water. But if you can not afford the time to see them thus, you should at least spend a day or two at Clayton or Gananoque, and take the " round trip" on the little excursion-steamer, " Island Wan- derer," which threads its way in and out through the loveliest windings of the land- locked river. PEBSOHAL. MusClai^ Louise KelW i.. to Carlsbad, and will be K " featen Weeks.^ On her retard 7 '«uilU» singing i4 concert ' Wheat and the World. Could imperial Rome have only grown sufficient wheat in Italy to have fed her legions, Caesar would still be master of three- fourths of the earth. Rome thought more in her latter days of grapes and oysters j and mullets, that change color as they die, and singing and flute playing, and cynic verse of Horace, anything rather than corn. Rome is no more, and the lords of the world are they who have mastership of wheat. We have the mastership at this hoiir by dint of our gold and our J 00- ton guns, but they are telling our farmers to cast aside their corn and to grow tobacco and fruit and anything else that mn be thought of- in preference. The gold is slipping away. These sacks in the market, open to all to thrust their hands in, are not sacks of corn but of golden sovereigns, half sovereigns, new George and the dragon, old George and the dragon, Sydney Mint sovereigns, napoleons, „ half napoleons, Belgian gold, German gold, Ital- ian gold, gold scraped and scratched and gathered together like old rags from door to door. Sacks full of gold, verily I may say that all the gold poured out from the Aus- tralian fields, every pennyweight of it hundreds of tons, all shipped over the se, to India, Australia, South Africa, Egypt, and, above all, America, to buy wheat. It was said that Pompey and his sons covered the great earth with their bones, for each one died in a different quarter of the world, but now he would want two more sons for Australia and America, the two new quar- ters which are now at work plowing, sowing, reaping, without a month's intermission, growing com for us. When you buy a bag of flour at the baker's you pay fivepence over the counter into somebody else's till. Consider now the broad ocean as the counter, and yourself to represent thirty-five millions of English people buymg sixteen, seventeen, or eighteen million quarters of wheat fro m the nations opposite, and paying for it ship- loads of gold. Hfrfame Christine Nillsoni. Uin$ ill *hi8 country and the S»^^ e^Sinin concert Her nri.°; •^'»^T to' be $2500 a concert " ' The Pope sent an autosra^v King Kalakaua, of the flfe expressing his regret at the news cent death of the Prmcess UkcUk ' A well-known riding-master i • girls should not be taught to ride " are ten yeara old, because they uT' the spine when weak at all. V active boys can be put into the ul' soon as they are large enough toy The book of tenest in Mr Ru.ti " of late years- 13 Carlyle'sFredricUr audit is one of the griefs of Mr 'Sm,' age that he knows Sir Walter^""*! heart Nevertheless, if he takes db " ume of Scott, it is not laid dow,, (!.' next hour. Capt Samud P. Griffin, who flijl Aspinwall on the 4th July, wore not « medals of honor. The most h^hk, by him was a decoration CMifa Queen Victoria in jecognition of vices on the Grinnell expedition wlul cured the first traces of the lost Arcfr plorer. Sir John Franklin. ' ' _eJ Power by Electricity. The transmission of power by electricity opens up a field of vast possibilities. Ac- cording to a recent writer " The time will come when every waterfall, every mill stream, and every rivulet even cau be utiliz- ed as a motive force in cities, towns and villages. The steam engine will become as antiquated as the old-fashioned oil-lamp is now. Since electricity has been proven cap- able of being used as a motive power at al the grand desideratum has been to discover some means of generating it at a less cost than has been possible heretofore, and the result is that the aquatic force which has been of but very little use to man heretofore is to be made his most valuable servant The question of cheapening the electric light, which has hung like a cloud over its fature in the capitalist's mind and has' dimmed even its brilliant rays, is thereby solved, for if the force can lie had for the mere taking from every running channel of water in the land, why, then the main cost is at once swept away. When, further, this force is carried, with the assistance of a simple wire, to any point where it is needed, industrial revolution will have been accomplished, the consequence of which it is difficult to measure in its entirety. The. tides being likewise added to this available force, there is more than enough for all the present and possible future demands of the world. As Prof. Thomson, the Engluh scientist, said recently, a tenth part of the tidal energy in the comparatively insignifi- cant valley of the Severn would be alond sufficient to light every dty in Great Bri- taiii, while anotiier tenth would turn every loom, spindle and anxle. Tke day maV hot be so far off when the streets of New York are lighted by the Falh of Ni^gar^, and its multitude ot presses and machines of all sorts turned by the same agency." Mr. A. J. Bethell corrects in an amuqng way an old fallacy with.rogard to ostriches. The popular belief, he remarks, that the os- trich, when pursued, hides his head in the sand, is incorrect On the contrary, if he gets a fur chance at a man, he will," He says, "reversetheposition, and hide the man, or what remains of him, in the sand by jumping on and rolling over him. Miss Fortescue has given to an reporter some impressions of her visit and to the States. She finds that Ams women have good hands and invL that they wear their clothes with exm grace and that the inland scenery of A iea "lacks trees, hedges, water, and What lakes we have are so large that cannot see the other side of them. Mr, Robert Bonner's interest in Ik arose primarily from the benefits he ti ed from horseback riding, in accor with a prescription from a physician thus cured him from the etiects of oventi After three months oi the exercise Mr. ner was able to do aa much work in tl hours as previously in ten or twelve hoi Queen Victoria expresses to her her "warm thanks for the kindâ€" more kind â€" reception I met with going to and turning from Westminster Abbey with my children and grandchildren." It shofi her that the labor and anxiety of fifty Ig years, " twenty- two of which wer.^ span untroubled happiness, shared and cheei by my beloved husband," have been predated by her people. Lord Byron asked " What is the enii Fame " Accoiding to accounts from Pi Gen. Boulanger must have found it soi thing like the end of a "slugging" ma: such as John Lawrence Sullivan has popular in the United States. The Fi General was carried bodily by the I people to a railway station to which he bound last Friday, and the demonstratii were so enthusiastic that he was forcec fly for refuge to the locomotive, and could scarcely take a seat during the jci ney in consequence of his bruises. Ramabaia, a Hindoo woman of hi^h ci who has been studying medicine in Phili phia, has put her novel experiences i volume, whose proceeds are to aid a she is endeavoring to raise to open at ah a home for Brahmin widows doomed custom to a miserable existence. By eating and elevating these women nd ing them out to teach â€" to which less e tion would exist under Hindoo customs for married or, still more, unmarried woi â€" Ramabaia hopes to make this home a tre of elevating influence in a place alrea] the educational headquarters of the vince of Bengal. Lord Lome could blame nobody but self for his ignominious descent from back of his " capering beast. " He declii the loan of a quiet and thoroughly trail animal, in order that he might be monBi on a more showy steed. The catastrop! seemed considerably to amuse the ro; but at the Abbey tha Duke of Portli having heard nothing of the fall, ously asked Princess Louise's husiii "how be liked his mount?" Th« di papers reported that Lord Lome's h( struck against the curbstone, but tl was neyerthelesi; able to get up and away, an account which would lead one conclude that his head must be amazing thickness â€" but, as a matter offi he got an easy fall on his back, "i than Lord Lome, the Duke of Edinto telegraphed for an exceptionally i' charger. .nound. iJebestifil ,|4ptf' w J: .;•" Total -• The weigh |t(jbeeighty- m. *^" dere w °* any f Iways do, a L loaf. but no [price paid to The objec [perfectly ph [material of « [cents fcr, i I cents, and igm using- janug sum di land should latest we ha JFlonr â€" (potatoes. I Water.. IfoodBi back the ii'iillff informed the some of thfem ' (*'hich he could not had been feeding whUe loc^«f ^fpock' bailiff and. jufy were sworn, and i of the-latter were examined, when ^.J ed that they aU had about them Wr of whidi " some of them confessea » '^^ erssaid they g th«; reprimanded, sj-^ e»ch, eaten, and the others said All were severdy reprima who had eaten were fined l^s. those who had not were fined bs.^ that they had them in then- pocKe»- If the Commander-in-Chief oy^. mission, a team of the Brough^ tiUery Volunteers wiU take part » competition at Quebec, in Septem Starving a Jury. Jurymen are better off in these tini«| than in the good old days when it w law to endeavor to starve them into a w J It is bad enough now to be put *» "® ' time and money, with little or "»a"Tj-| recompense, without being starved or d^I into the bargain. In the early part « ""I reign of Henry VIII. Lord Chief-Ji.«'J Reed tried an action when on cirf!^^ which the jury were locked up* "" ?L i giving their verdict had eaten and ars»| which they all confessed. This l^e"*? "fj,! ed to the judge be fined them each li»'^l and took their verdict. la H"' i^foul Sixth Henry VIIL, the caseca me up na I the full Ckrart of Queen's Bench on aL.I motion to set aside on the ground «' "^,1 maUty of trial, the jury having ^^K^ they should have fasted, and nextreBw j fines under the peculiar circumstw"^! the case. The jury averred ""^A had made up their minds in the cafe ^^ i they ate, and had returned '^Yw.°t-[t^\ a verdict, but,finding the "if^^^^l,^ had 'fmn out to see a fray." and not ^^. when he might come back, they h»a r« itietot The ooort confirmed ww verdict and'the fiafes. In " Df*^' a case is reported of* jury who re consider their verciict, and when wey ^^^Mriys