one's call-but who did not despise the modern enlightenments of his profession, because they were not in Paulus Agineta; though, at the same time, he did not despise the admirable and industrious Paul because he was not up to the last doctrine of the nucleated cell, or did not read his Hippocrates by the blaze of paraffine; a man greedy of all knowledge, and welcoming it from all comers, but who, at the end of a long life of toil and thought, gave it as his conviction that one of the best helps to true education, one of the best counteractives to the necessary mischiefs of mere scientific teaching and information, was to be found in getting the young to teach themselves some one of the natural sciences, and singling out ornithology as one of the readiest and most delightful for such a life as his.

and boy are there-he, the self of each, was elsewhere (for I differ from Professor Ferrier in thinking that the dog has the reflex ego, and is a very knowing being). I noticed that anything they really knew roused them somewhat; what they had merely to transmit or pass along, as if they were a tube through which the master blew the pea of knowledge into our faces, was performed as stolidly as if they were nothing but a tube.

as such amid our rapturous applause. I then red Dougal what cutlery was; but from the ventured to ask the master to ask small and sudden erubescence of his pallid, ill-fed cheek, and the alarming brightness of his eyes, I twigged at once that he didn't himself know what it meant.

and was not surprised to find that not one of So I put the question myself, them, from Dougal up to a young strapping shepherd of eighteen, knew what it was!

was, and was answered; it was then pointed At last the teacher asked where Sheffield to by the dux, as a dot on a skeleton map. And now came a flourish. "What is Sheffield till he came to a sort of sprouting "Dougal famous for?" Blank stupor, hopeless vacuity, Cratur"-almost as wee, and as gleg, and as I end these intentionally irregular remarks terrier, whom I saw at that moment through tousy about the head as my own Kintail by a story. Some years ago I was in one of the open door careering after a hopeless rabbit, the wildest recesses of the Perthshire High- with much benefit to his muscles and his wind lands. It was in autumn, and the little school, who was trembling with keenness. supported mainly by the chief, who dwelt all shouted out something which was liker "cutHe the year round in the midst of his own people,lery" than anything else, and was received was to be examined by the minister, whose native tongue, like that of his flock, was Gaelic, and who was as awkward and ineffectual, and sometimes as unconsciously indecorous, in his English, as a cockney is in his kilt. It was a great occasion: the keen-eyed, firm-limbed, brown-cheeked little fellows were all in a buzz of excitement as we came in, and before the examination began every eye was looking at us strangers as a dog looks at his game, or when seeking it; they knew everything we had on, everything that could be known through their senses. I never felt myself so studied and scrutinized before. any one could have examined them upon what If they thus mastered, Sir Charles Trevelyan and John Mill would have come away astonished, and, I trust, humble. Well, then, the work of the day began; the mill was set a-going, and what a change! In an instant their eyes were like the windows of a house with the blinds down; no one was looking out; everything blank; their very features changed their jaws fell, their cheeks flattened, they drooped and looked ill at ease-stupid, drowsy, sulky and getting them to speak or think, or in any way to energize, was like trying to get any one to come to the window at three of a summer morning, when, if they do come, they are half awake, rubbing their eyes and growling. So with my little Celts. They were like an idle and half-asleep collie by the fireside, as contrasted with the collie on the hill and in the joy of work; the form of dog

making knives, and scissors, and razors, and I told them that Sheffield was famous for that cutlery meant the manufacture of anyall up, and eagerness, and nous, and brains thing that cuts. Presto! and the blinds were at the window. cliffe, with "Rodgers and Sons, Sheffield," on happened to have a Wharnthe blade. sented it to the enraptured Dougal. Would I sent it round, and finally prethere, know that knife again when they saw not each one of those boys, the very boobiest it, and be able to pass a creditable competitive examination on all its ins and outs? and wouldn't they remember "cutlery" for a day or two? minister performed an oration of much ambiWell, the examination over, the tion and difficulty to himself and to us, upon the general question, and a great many other questions, into which his Gaelic subtlety fitted like the mists into the hollows of Ben-a-Houlich, with, it must be allowed, a somewhat similar tendency to confuse and conceal what was beneath; and he concluded with thanking the chief, as he well might, for his generous sup

port of "this aixlent CEMETERY of ædication." | is the Maker and Governor, not only of the Cemetery indeed! The blind leading the objects, but of the subjects of itself, that knowblind, with the ancient result: the dead bury-ledge is the mother of virtue. ing their dead.