gentleman in a barrow, as a gross violation of all established rules and precedents. It was a great objection, but not an insurmountable one. The gamekeeper having been coaxed and fed, and having, moreover, eased his mind by 'punching' the head of the inventive youth who had first suggested the use of the machine, Mr. Pickwick was placed in it, and off the party set; Wardle and the long gamekeeper leading the way, and Mr. Pickwick in the barrow, propelled by Sam, bringing up the rear. Stop, Sam!' said Mr. Pickwick, when they had got half across the first field.

'What's the matter now?' said Wardle.

'I won't suffer this barrow to be moved another step,' said Mr. Pickwick resolutely, unless Winkle carries that gun of his in a different manner.'

'How am I to carry it?' said the wretched Winkle.

'Carry it with the muzzle to the ground,' replied Mr. Pickwick.

'It's so unsportsmanlike,' reasoned Winkle.

'I don't care whether it's unsportsmanlike or not,' replied Mr. Pickwick; 'I am not going to be shot in a wheelbarrow, for the sake of appearances, to please anybody.'

'I know the gentleman 'll put that ere charge into somebody afore he's done,' growled the long man.

'Well, well, I don't mind,' said poor Mr. Winkle, turning his gun-stock uppermost; 'there.'

'Anythin' for a quiet life,' said Mr. Weller, and on they went again.

'Stop!' said Mr. Pickwick, after they had gone a few yards farther.

'What now?' said Wardle.

'That gun of Tupman's is not safe: I know it isn't,' said Mr. Pickwick.

"Eh? what! not safe?' said Mr. Tupman, in a tone of great alarm.

'Not as you are carrying it,' said Mr. Pickwick. 'I am sorry to make any further objection, but I cannot consent to go on, unless you carry it as Winkle does his.'

'I think you had better, sir,' said the long gamekeeper, 'or you're quite as likely to lodge the charge in yourself as in anything else.'

Mr. Tupman, with the most obliging haste, placed his piece in the position required, and the party moved on again; the two amateurs marching with reversed arms, like a couple of privates at a royal funeral. The dogs suddenly came to a dead stop, and the party advancing stealthily a single pace, stopped too. What's the matter with the dogs' legs?" whispered Mr. Winkle. How queer they're standing,'

'Hush, can't you?' replied Wardle, softly. 'Don't you see, they're making a point?

Making a point!' said Mr. Winkle, staring about him, as if he expected to discover some particular beauty in the landscape, which the sagacious animals were calling special attention to. Making a point! What are they pointing at?'

Keep your eyes open,' said Wardle, not heeding the question in the excitement of the moment; 'Now then.'

There was a sharp whirring noise, that made Mr. Winkle start back as if he had been shot himself. Bang, bang, went a couple of guns the smoke swept swiftly away over the field, and curled into the air.

'Where are they?' said Mr. Winkle, in a state of the highest excitement, turning round and round in all directions. 'Where are they? Tell me when to fire. Where are they? where are they?

Where are they!' said Wardle, taking up a brace of birds which the dogs had deposited at his feet. Where are they! Why here they are.'

No, no; I mean the others,' said the bewildered Winkle. 'Far enough off, by this time,' replied Wardle, coolly reloading his gun.

'We shall very likely be up with another covey in five minutes,' said the long gamekeeper. If this gentleman begins to fire now, perhaps he'll just get the shot out of the barrel by the time they rise.'

'Ha! ha! ha!' roared Mr. Weller.

6 Sam,' said Mr. Pickwick, compassionating his follower's confusion and embarrassment.

'Sir.'

'Don't laugh.'

Certainly not, sir.' So by way of indemnification, Mr. Weller contorted his features from behind the wheelbarrow, for the exclusive amusement of the boy with the leggings, who thereupon burst into a boisterous laugh, and was summarily cuffed by the long gamekeeper, who wanted a pretext for turning round, to hide his own merriment.

'Bravo, old fellow!' said Wardle to Mr. Tupman; 'you fired that time, at all events.'

'Oh yes,' replied Mr. Tupman, with conscious pride. 'I let it off.'

'Well done. You'll hit something next time, if you look sharp. Very easy, ain't it?'

Yes, it's very easy,' said Tupman. 'How it hurts one's shoulder, though. It nearly knocked me backwards. I had no idea these small fire-arms kicked so.'

'Ah,' said the old gentleman, smiling; 'you'll get used to

it in time. Now then-all ready—all right with the barrow there?'

'All right, sir,' replied Mr. Weller.

Come along, then.'

'Aye, aye,' replied Mr. Pickwick, and on they went, as briskly as need be.

Keep that barrow back now,' cried Wardle, when it had been hoisted over a stile, into another field, and Mr. Pickwick had been deposited in it once more.

All right, sir,' replied Mr. Weller, pausing.

Now, Winkle,' said the old gentleman, follow me, softly, and don't be too late this time.'

Never fear,' said Mr. Winkle. Are they pointing?

'No, no, not now. Quietly now, quietly.' On they crept, and very quietly they would have advanced, if Mr. Winkle, in the performance of some very intricate evolutions with his gun, had not accidentally fired, at the most critical moment, over the boy's head, exactly in the very spot where the tall man's brain would have been, had he been there instead.

"Why, what on earth did you do that for?' said old Wardle, as the birds flew unharmed away.

'I never saw such a gun in my life,' replied poor Winkle, looking at the lock, as if that would do any good. It goes off of its own accord. It will do it.'

'Will do it,' said Wardle, with something of irritation in his manner. 'I wish it would kill something of its own accord.' 'It'll do that afore long, sir,' observed the tall man, in a low, prophetic voice.

What do you mean by that observation, sir?' inquired Mr. Winkle, angrily.

'Never mind, sir, never mind,' replied the long gamekeeper; 'I've no family myself, sir; and this here boy's mother will get something handsome from Sir Geoffrey, if he's killed on his land. Load again, sir; load again.'

'Take away his gun,' cried Mr. Pickwick, from the barrow, horror-stricken at the long man's dark insinuations. Take away his gun, do you hear, somebody?'

Nobody, however, volunteered to obey the command, and Mr. Winkle, after darting a rebellious glance at Mr. Pickwick, reloaded his gun and proceeded onward with the rest.

We are bound, on the authority of Mr. Pickwick, to state, that Mr. Tupman's mode of proceeding evinced far more of prudence and deliberation than that adopted by Mr. Winkle. Still, this by no means detracts from the great authority of the latter gentleman on all matters connected with the field; because, as Mr. Pickwick beautifully observes, it has somehow or other happened, from time immemorial, that many of the

best and ablest philosophers, who have been perfect lights of science in matters of theory, have been wholly unable to reduce them to practice.

Mr. Tupman's process, like many of our most sublime discoveries, was extremely simple. With the quickness and penetration of a man of genius, he had at once observed that the two great points to be attained were first, to discharge his piece without injury to himself; and, secondly, to do so without danger to the bystanders-obviously, the best thing to do, after surmounting the difficulty of firing at all, was to shut his eyes firmly, and fire in the air.

On one occasion, after performing this feat, Mr. Tupman, on opening his eyes, beheld a plump partridge in the very act of falling to the ground. He was on the point of congratulating Mr. Wardle on his invariable success, when that gentleman advanced towards him, and grasped him warmly by the hand. 'Tupman,' said the old gentleman, 'you singled out that particular bird ? '

'No,' said Mr. Tupman-' no.'

'You did,' said Wardle. 'I saw you do it-I observed you pick him out. I noticed you as you raised your piece to take aim; and I will say this, that the best shot in existence could not have done it more beautifully. You are an older hand at this than I thought you, Tupman; you have been out before.'

It was in vain for Mr. Tupman to protest, with a smile of self-denial, that he never had. The very smile was taken as evidence to the contrary; and from that time forth his reputation was established. It is not the only reputation that has been acquired as easily, nor are such fortunate circumstances confined to partridge-shooting.

Meanwhile, Mr. Winkle flashed, and blazed and smoked away, without producing any natural results worthy of being noted down; sometimes expending his charge in mid-air, and at others sending it skimming along so near the surface of the ground, as to place the lives of the two dogs in a rather uncertain and precarious tenure. As a display of fancy shooting it was extremely varied and curious; as an exhibition of firing with any precise object, it was, upon the whole, perhaps, a failure. It is an established axiom that every bullet has its billet.' If it apply in an equal degree to shoot, those of Mr. Winkle were unfortunate foundlings, deprived of their natural rights, cast loose upon the world, and billeted nowhere.

'Well,' said Wardle, walking up to the side of the barrow, and wiping the streams of perspiration from his jolly face; 'smoking day, isn't it?'

'It is indeed,' replied Mr. Pickwick. 'The sun is tremendously hot even to me, I don't know how you must feel it.'

"Why,' said the old gentleman, pretty hot. twelve, though. You see that green hill, there?' 'Certainly"

It's past

'That's the place where we are to lunch; and there's the boy with the basket, punctual as clockwork!'

'So he is,' said Mr. Pickwick, brightening up. 'Good, boy, that. I'll give him a shilling, presently. Now then, Sam, wheel away.

'Hold on, sir,' said Mr. Weller, invigorated with the prospect of refreshment. 'Out of the vay, young leathers. If you wally my precious life, don't upset me, as the gen'leman said to the driver, when they was a carryin' him to Tyburn.' And quickening his pace to a sharp run, Mr. Weller wheeled his master nimbly to the green hill, shot him dexterously out by the very side of the basket, and proceeded to unpack it with the utmost despatch.

PARTNERSHIP WITH TIME.

(1) A, B, and C enter into a partnership: A puts in £2,400 for 18 months, B £3,700 for 6 months, and C £470 for 18 months; they gain £3,460. What is each one's share of the profit ? (2) X, Y, Z entered into partnership: X put in £484, Y £710, and Z £1,235; after a time they dissolved partnership. X's money had been in 2 years, Y's 5 years, and Z's 7 years; their gains had amounted to £2,348. How much does each receive? (3) Brown, Jones, and Robinson go into partnership: Brown's money is in trade 3 months, and he claims of the gain; Jones's is 9 months in trade; and Robinson's share is £800 for 4 months, and he claims half the profits. How much did Brown contribute?

TRADE WINDS.

(From the Physical Geography of the Sea,' by Captain Maury.)

phys'-i-cal, relating to the objects of nature

pa'-tent, plain, evident

e-con'-o-my, system, regulation, thrifty management

in-duc-tion, the drawing of a conclusion from observation

lab'-or-a-tor-y, a chemist's work-room
re-com-pound', to unite or combine again
or'-bit, the line described by a revolving
planet

per-sist'-én-cy, constancy
dy-nam'-i-cal, relating to force
lox-o-dron'-ic, slanting, crosswise, ob-
lique

vis in-er'-ti-a (Lat.), the force of inertia

ax'-is (Gr.), plu. ax'-es, the line, real or imaginary, on which a body revolves THERE is no employment more ennobling to man and his intellect than to trace the evidences of design and purpose, which are visible in many parts of the creation. Hence, to the right-minded mariner, and to him who studies the physical relations of earth, sea, and air, the atmosphere is something