rary suspension of our monetary system. House of Commons; but it is not unlikely Unsoundness at home must have been, both that the revelations to be obtained by such here and in Hamburg, the chief element in an inquiry might have some influence in corextending the mischief beyond the immedi- recting the system which has led to such ate circle of the houses in direct connexion fatal results. America, having been first to with the United States. However high the yield to panic, is showing now the earliest rate of discount might have been raised by symptor of revival. With a prudence foreign demand, there would have been no creditable to themselves, though indirectly panic here had the busniess of our own injurious to us, the suspended banks in New banks and analogous institutions been con- | York and other States never for a moment ducted with reasonable prudence.

relaxed their endeavors to prepare for a reThe same may probably be said of the sumption of specie payments. Already they Hamburg crash. In fact, from beginning to have recovered their normal stock of gold; end, it has been in a high degree a banking and, to use the graceful language of the New affair. Loose banking in America began it. York Herald, “We have Wall-street alive Bill-broking rashness and Scotch banking againstocks going up like rockets, and brought on the climax with us, and now the speculators making money like dirt.” We banks and discounters of Hamburg are fall- must beware, indeed, of relying too much on ing one after another. The prevalence of this estimable print, for it appears now to speculative money dealings, in all three have become, by an intelligible transition, as countries, destroys the value of the compari- enthusiastic in encouraging confidence as it son that might otherwise have been drawn was a month or two ago energetic and sucbetween the systems of currency adopted in cessful in creating panic. There is every America, England, and Hanıburg. Notes appearance, however, of a decided recovery upon a basis of securities, with little or no in America, which will help our own progress gold, constitute the Transatlantic currency. towards a natural condition of trade. HamIn Hamburg every note is a representative burg alone has shown no sign of improveof so much actual bullion in deposit. We ment; but it is to be hoped that the worst have an intermediate system. Yet none has been reached, and that the steady co-ophave escaped ; and if we can learn nothing eration of her citizens in their attempts to else from what has happened, we may be meet the panic will not long remain fruitless. assured of this—that it is possible for the. The formation of a discount bank to meet mischievous energies of speculators 'to de- the emergency is certainly a safer and more range the affairs of a country, whether its rational form of relief than the step by which currency

be governed by the wisest or the we have laid the foundation for a regular weakest regulations. It is some satisfaction series of similar misfortunes. When things to know that the root of the evil among our shall have taken a favorable turn in Hamselves will not be allowed to escape observa- burg, the crisis will be everywhere over, and

the trade of the world will begin a fresh cation. We do not imagine that repressive

reer-we wish we could say with some new legislation can be founded on any inquiry store of wisdom gathered from the experiinto banking practices by a Committe of the ence of recent calamities.

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By far the most important animal in South commences, and the animal pines away. The Africa is a little fly called the tsetse, which de- poison operates on the blood, and is injected termines the fortunes and habits of thousands of through the probosis, and not by a sting. For

It is not much larger than the common tunately, the tsetse is local, and although found house-fly, and is nearly of the same brown color in one valley may never come near the next. as the honey-bee. Its bite is certain death to But as there is no remedy known, and as a very. the ox, the horse, and the dog, but is entirely few flies will destroy a whole herd of oxen, there harmless to man, mules, asses, goats, swine, all are many tribes that abandon any attempt to wild animals, and even calves as long as they keep oxen or horses, and between contiguous suck the cows. If a man is bitten, a slight irri- tribes the possession of the localities free from tation follows, but there are no further effects : tsetse is a constant object of jealousy and disnor are there any immediate effects when an ox pute.-Saturday Review. is bitten, but a few days afterwards emaciation


die ;

ON THE CULTIVATION OF TRUF- Sometimes several drops of the milky fluid FLES.

come in contact with each other, and unite UP till a very recent date, it was universally to form those large, irregularly-shaped truffles believed by naturalists that the truffle was a

so frequently seen: their shape and size varypurely vegetable production. Recent re- ing according to the number of drops so searches have thrown considerable doubt united.

The incipient truffle being fully upon the subject, and one gentleman thinks formed, the roots from which it sprang that he has demonstrated its animal origin. and the truffle left to itself increases and exThe gentleman to whom we refer, M. Martin pands, in virtue of the nourishment it reRavel, of Montagnac, near Riez, Basses ceives, both from the earth and the air. Alpes, 'is well known as one of the largest It is considered an additional argument in truffle merchants in France; and as he com- favor of M. Ravel's theory, that naturalists bines with his mercantile pursuits those of a have never been able to discover in it any diligent and painstaking naturalist, his opin- germ or radicle which a true vegetable is

always expected to possess. The following although very decidedly at variance with the account of the truffle and its mode of reproviews of naturalists in general. This fact, duction is given in Cuthbert Johnson's however, would not justify a rejection of his "Farmer's Encyclopædia : ” — The truffle

“ views, but P ints out the necessity of caution

(Tuber cibarium) is a round fungus growing in receiving them.

under ground, destitute of roots and leafy M. Ravel thinks that the truffle is pro- appendages. It aborbs nutriment at every duced quite accidentally in the vegetation of point of its surface. The truffle is composed a peculiar kind of oak, by the puncture made of globular vesicles, destined for the reproby a fly. The tree he distinguishes as the duction of the vegetable, and short barren truffle-oak, and the fly as the truffgene. It filaments called tigellules ; and the reproducis assuredly no new fact in natural history, tive bodies, trufinelles. Each globular vesicle that certain flies do puncture certain plants, is fitted to give origin to a multitude of rein order to produce excrescences in which to productive bodies, but only a few of them deposit their eggs; and that these excres

perfect the young vegetable. The parent cences vary in their character 'according to dies: the trufinelles are nourished by its the nature of the plant and the insect. The dissolving substance, and the cavity' it origingall-nut, or nut-gall, is a familiar example, a ly filled becomes the abode of a multitude being produced by the prick of the gall-fly, of young truffles : but many of them die, the which causes the formation of gallic acid. M.

stronger starving the weaker. Ravel assures us that the truffle is produced

Neither the mode of propagating here dein a precisely similar manner by the truffigene Iscribed, nor any other, appears to have been in the fibrous roots of the tree. He thinks

very successful, and the dealers have had to that the truffle may be considered as a species depend for their supplies chiefly on the sponof gall : differing from it in being produced taneous productions of the soil ; which were by a different insect

, and in containing differ- scented out by dogs trained for the purpose, ent chemical elements; but

resembling it in

and afterwards scratched up by them, or dug being produced by an insect in its effort to

up by their masters. In conformity with M. provide a nest for its eggs, and food for its Ravel's theory, a new mode of propagating larvæ. The manner in which the truffigene is now proposed, and he has issued a circular proceeds is minutely described by M. Ravel. It may be seen in great numbers in winter announcing that he is prepared to supply the

acorns of the truffle oak to those who may time flying about the truffle grounds, and feel inclined to carry his method into practice. . especially in the vicinity of the oaks which The only kinds of soil suitable for the cultivabear the truffes: it penetrates the ground, tion of this plant are those of a calcareous and makes its way to the fibrous extremities

or sandy nature; into which the acorns of the roots of the tree, and puncturing them, should be sown in the manner described by deposits its eggs in e orifice. A drop of

M. Ravel in his circular. He considers that milky fluid immediately oozes out, which at the end of five years the oaks will be ready slowly enlarges by the addition of nitrogen, for the larvæ of the truffigene fly, which he obtained from the roots of the tree on the will be then prepared to supply to those who one hand, and from the air on the other. have purchased acorns.- Titan.


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Prays so lovingly?" TD
He prayeth well who loveth well Low and soft, oh! very low and soft,
Both man, and bird, and beast.

Crooued the Blackbird in orchard croft,
The Ancient Mariner.

“Bell, dear Bell!” crooned he. Little Bell sat down beneath the rocks

“Whom God's creatures love,” the angel fair Tossed aside her gleaming, golden locks

Murmured, "God doth bless with angel's care. Bonny bird !” quoth she

Child, thy 'ed shall be Sing 'me your best song before I go.” Folded safe from huim-love, deep and kind, “Here's the very finest song I know,

Shall watch around and leave good gifts be Little Bell,” said he.

hind, And the Blackbird piped—you never heard

Little Bell, for thee.”
Half so gay a song from any bird-

Full of quips and wiles.
Now so round and rich, now so soft and slow:

All for love of that sweet face below,
Dimpled o'er with smiles.

I TREAD where the twelve in their wayfaring

trod; And the while that bopny bird did pour I stand where they stood with the chosen of His full heart out freely o’er and o'er,

God ’Neath the morning skies,

Where his blessings were heard and his lessons In the little childish heart below

were taught, All sweetness seemed to grow and grow, Where the blind were restored and the healing And shine forth in happy overflow,

was wrought. From the bright blue eyes. Down the dell she tripped, and through the These hills he toiled over in grief are the same

O, here with his flock the sad wanderer came glade

The founts which he drank by the wayside still
Peeped the Squirrel from the hazel shade,
And from out that tree,

flow, Swung and leaped, and frolicked, void of fear, and the same airs are blowing which breathed

on his brow, While bold Blackbird piped that all might hear

And throned on her hills sits Jerusalem yet, “ Little Bell!”-piped he.

But with dust on her forehead and chains on her Little Bell sat down amid the fernSquirrel, Squirrel ! to your task return

For the crown of her pride to the mocker bath Bring me nuts !” quoth she.

gone, Up away! the Squirrel hies

And the holy Shekinah-it's dark where it shone. Golden wood-lights gleaming in his eyes.- But wherefore this dream of the earthly abode, And down the tree.

Of humanity clothed in the brightness of God ! Great ripe nuts, kissed brown by July sun, Where my spirit but turned from the outward In the little lap drop one by one

and dim, Hark! how Blackbird pipes to see the fun! It would gaze even now on the presence of him! Happy Bell !” quoth he.

Not in clouds and in terrors, but gentle as when Little Bell looked up and down the glade In love and in meekness he moved among men; Squirrel, Squirrel, from the nut tree shade,

And the voice which breathed peace to the waves Bonny Blackbird, if you're not afraid, Come and share with me!”

In the hush of my spirit would whisper to me. Down came Squirrel, eager for his fareDown came bonny Blackbird, I declare; And what if my feet may not tread where he Little Bell gave each his honest share

stood, Ali! the merry three !

Nor my cars hear the dashing of Galilee's flood, And while the frolic playmates twain

Nor my eyes sce the cross which he bowed him Piped and frisked from bough again,

to bear, ’Neath the morning skies,

Nor my knees press Gethsemane's garden in In the little childish heart below,

prayer! All sweetness seemed to grow and grow, Yet, Loved of the Father, thy Spirit is near And shine out in happy overflow,

To the mcek and the lowly and penitent here; From her blue, bright eyes.

And the voice of thy love is the same even now, By her snow-white cot, at close of day,

As Bethany's tomb, or on Olivet's brow. Knelt sweet Bell, with folded arms to pray. Oh! the outward hath gone but in glory and Very calm and clear

power Rose the praying voice to where, unseen The Spirit surviveth the things of an hour; In blue heaven, an angel shape serene

Unchanged, undecaying, its pentecost flame Paused awhile to hear.

On the heart's secret altar is burning the same “What good child is this,” the angel said,

-J. G. Whittiers
That with happy heart, beside her bed,



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Could pour so warm, so red a tide?The wintry winds blow wild and shrill,

Is there no sinful soul but mine, Like ghosts they shriek across the moor,

Thou endless fiend, that thou must make Or howl beneath the window sill-'

These serpent sounds to hiss and twine Or shake with gusty hends the door :

Around me till my senses ache! And hour by hour from some lone bell

I had not stabb'd him-but I saw A wizard sound at night doth steal;

My noble father's thin gray hairs; Sometimes 'tis like a funeral knell

And that, perchance, which tears might draw Sometimes 'tis like a marriage peal !

Drew blood upon me unawares : I know it is some fiend that stands

I ftung the slırieking bride apart, Within the Belfry's ghastly gloom,

I sprang before him in his guilt;And with its stark and fleshless hands

The steel went quivering to his heart :Rings out dead souls from tomb to tomb.

Would God my own blood had been spilt! I long to weep_I pray to sleep

Laugh out, dark fiend; beside me then
But through the haunted house it sounds, A wilder sound than thine was spread;
And through my flesh the chill veins creep A cry I ne'er shall hear again
Like wintry worms in burial grounds.

Till every grave gives up its dead !
A weight is on my heart, my brain;

Twelve months—dark months—I groan'd in A shadow flits across the floor;

pain, And then I know it is in vain

A curse lay heavy on my head; To pine, or pray, or struggle more !

They tell me I have ne'er been sane Well-let the foul fiend ring till morn;

Since that wild hour the bridegroom bled ! Till the red sun awakens men ;

They say no shadow stalks the roomYet though thus tortur'd and forlorn,

No midnight tolling haunts the air ;What then I did—I'd do again !

'Tis false—you hear it through the gloom ! He thought 'twas fine to feign a love

And see the phantom passes—there ! Which woocd my spirit to his feet;

Mad-mad?--'twere blissful but to lose He rais'd his false, false eyes above,

One hour from self;-one moment free And vowed—what's useless to repeat: From thoughts that every hope refuse; Whate'er he vowed, there is no name:

From life whose lot is misery ! So black on earth as his deceit;

Mad-mad? as if the sense could leave Whate'er he vowed, there is no shame

The form it tortur'd !-never more So vile as in his heart did beat!

Shall I do ought but rave and grieve, Ring out, thou bitter fiend, till morn

And wish-vain wish—this life were o'er ! Awakes the prying eyes of men;

Away!-a thousand lives have gone, Yet prison'd-madden'd-and forlorn

A thousand phantoms glide in hell; What then I did-I'd do again!

But not one perish’d-no, not one Not slightly was I wooed or won ;

So black in guilt as he wlio fell ! For years the whisp’ring false-one came, Night after night, 'mid sounds aghast, And nought a saint might fear to shun

That fiend, that spectre, haunts my way; Forewarn'd me of the villain's aim :

What shall I see when life hath past, I loved him-loved ?-I would have died

And Night is mine that knows no day? If dying aught to him might spare ;

CHARLES Swain. I would have every pain detied

Manchester, Nov. 3, 1857. To save him from a single care!

-Literary Gazette. Toll!-toll, thou fiend, ring out and tell

The murd'rous deed from goal to goal;
I know my name is writ in hell:

I feel there's blood upon my soul !

After a Lecture on Sir Philip Sydney. The dawn arose, but not for me

As when in youth we heard through evenings The bridal train did wait and smile;

long, As slowly, stately, three by three,

The flowing waters and the singing birds,

In vales and groves that were our shrines of song, They swept in beauty down the aisle: I crepi lebind the pillar'd baso,–

Till we dreamed music,—so thy matchless The Bride's white garments fann’d my check; Discoursed so sweetly, with continuous strain,

words, The blood rush'd madly to my face, I dared not breathe-I could not speak!

In after-hours remurmur through the brain ; Langh out, thou fiend, laugh out and scorn,

And voice, mien, music in the memory blendWith mocking sounds, my weary car;

ing, Is there no other-lost-forlorn,

Restore the hero to the mind again,

And Sydney's self glows on the pictured stage, No other wretch whose life's a tear !

As when he walked with kniglits and queens There rose a whisper-deep and low

attending, A sound that took away my sight;

And charmed with lyre and sword a courtly age, All things around me seem'd to flow

Włren Poesy was crowned with liis defending, And wander in a demon light!

And England, hero-loving, made his grave I nerved my hand to grasp the steel,

Green with the tearful homage of her best and I stepp'd between him and his bride ;

brave. Who'd think so black a heart could feel ?-

Taunton, December, 1857.


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1. Patrick Hamilton-Preacher and Martyr,

Christian Observer,

257 2. Number Five, Hanbury Terrace,

Household Words,

269 3. Thomas Crawford,

Boston Courier,

274 4. Funeral of Crawford,

N. Y. Evening Post,

280 5. My Lost Home,

Household Words,

281 6. George Levison ; or, the Schoolfellows,

288 7. Wheeler and Wilson's Sewing Machine, - Springfield Republican, 290 8. Cruelty on the High Seas,

Saturday Review,

291 9. The Last of the Randolphs,

Petersburg Express,

294 10. English Child in Affghanistan,

Household Words,

295 11. Thomas Miller's Old Town,


300 12. Atkinson's Oriental and Western Siberia,

302 13. Prendergast and his Wife,

Household Words,

309 14. Causes of the Crisis,

Saturday Review,

313 15. Cause of the Panic,

315 16. Cultivation of Truffles,


317 POETRY.-Funeral of Crawford, 280. Geo. Levison, 288. Sewing Machine, 290. Enigma, 290. Little Bell, 318. Palestine, 318. The Chapel Bell, 319. To George W. Curtis, 319.

SHORT ARTICLES.—Moss-Side, 287. Life in Israel, 293. A Woman with Wrongs, 293. Chambers' Youth's Companion, 299. Siberia, Oriental and Western, 301. The Eye, as an Illustration, 301. Tsetse/316.



WASHINGTON, 27 Dec., 1845. Of all the Periodical Journals devoted to literature and science which abound in Europe, and in this country, this has appeured to me the most useful. It contains indeed the exposition only of the current literature of the English Language; but this, by its immense extent and comprehension, includes a portraiture of the human mind, in the utmost expansion of the present age.

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