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turned it on its side again; but it would not enter the legs were a permanent obstacle; and the result was that the army proceeded to the operation of cutting the legs off, and then the body was taken successfully into, and doubtless safely housed in, the ant-dwelling. Truly a case for 'going to the ant' to learn many things, of which industry, purpose and resolve are not the least.

Although it has been considered to be demonstrated beyond possibility of doubt, that the human blood properly circulates, as Harvey discovered, yet hitherto the evidence has been but circumstantial, and derived from the nature and arrangements of the vessels. In the case of the lower animals, such as the frog or its larvæ, and the tails of small and young fishes, or the gills of certain forms, such as the immature newt, there has been direct evidence of circulation revealed to the microscope. But now Dr. C. Hüter, of Germany, has arranged a means for showing by the microscope the actual circulation of the blood in a human subject, by placing the inside of the under lip in such a position and light as will reveal it to suitable lenses. The sight is one of extraordinary beauty, and by no means a 'purgatory' to the 'patient' when the arrangements are as they should be.

Mr. Henry A. Severn has produced a mariner's compass which causes an electric bell to be rung whenever the vessel is off her course. The captain of the ship sets the index-hands to a certain angle, allowing the steersman a given latitude for deviation either to port or starboard. Should the ship be steered off her course beyond the limit allowed on either side, an electricalarm-bell rings, and continues ringing, until the right course is resumed.

We must give a brief description of two rather remarkable American inventions. The first is the Autophone -that is to say, an instrument of music which, without any knowledge of music on the part of the operator, can be made to play any required tune. The very best and most expensive automatic musical instruments hitherto devised can only play a given number of specified tunes; but in this case a flexible air-chamber is used, like that of an accordion or a concertina, and the instrument is so arranged that the notes are dependent on the action of valves set in operation by the musical notes being perforated on cardboard-so that for each tune we have strips of card with the perforations so made that they shall correspond to the notes to be sounded; and by the mechanical passage of this -effected by the motion of the bellows -the levers are brought into operation and the music produced. It is said to be excellent as to time,' and produces music of 'no mean order.'

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The other instrument we would briefly notice is the Audiphone; it is, in short, a new ear-trumpet for the deaf, in which all the recently-devised means for the magnification of sound are as fully used as possible; and the benefit said to arise to the deaf, in whom there is no actual paralysis or other affection of the auditory nerve, is very great. It was exhibited at a large gathering in Liverpool a few days since with very satisfactory results. It consists of a small electromicrophone, to the centre of the diaphragm of which is attached a cord, which may be of any length, to the other end of which cord is attached a small piece of wood. The manner of working it is very simple: the deaf person takes firm hold of the piece of wood between his upper and lower teeth, and the party desiring to converse with the deaf talks through the electro-microphone attachment at the other end of the cord, holding it

tight. The theory of its action is that the sound is conveyed, through the nerves of the teeth and the bones of the face, to the auditory nerve, which, owing to some defect of the

ear, caused by disease, is not to be reached through the ordinary channel. Deaf inmates of the Liverpool Deaf and Dumb Asylum used it with very good results on the occasion named.




FROM the foundation of the world had slept
Firm hills, unshaken from their solid stay,
And Darkness long and lonely ward had kept

Where, as their basement, densest substance lay;
When lo, through sudden riftings peered the day!
And like a rib from Earth's unconscious side,

A long, unshattered shaft was wrenched away

To live a life of language, teaching wide

Bold words, till words and granite should no more abide.

When Light, slow rising from her nightly dreams,
Should bend beneath each new day's weight of care,
As earliest task she would dissolve with beams

Night's drapery of shadow, and show bare

The graven column. Then upon the air

Men's tongues would launch the founder's name and praise.
How fair is greatness! and how passing fair

When told and reverenced till remotest days!

How choice his lot who could this sure memorial raise !

By symbol-shapes, deep graven on each side,

Would ceaseless homage to the Sun be made,

Whose jealous eye, when he through heaven should ride,
Would find no due of fealty unpaid.

And men would read what realms the Pharaoh swayed,
And what descent he boasted. Truly none

Could claim a kinglier blood or loftier grade:

He traced his lineage to the incarnate Sun,

And wore the names of awe the powers of Heaven had won.*

The first engravings leaving ample marge

To fringe their downward length on either side,

A later Pharaoh bade the shaft enlarge

Its load of language, and its breadth divide

Between the pompous boasts that were the pride

Of his great predecessor, and his own.

And thus did both the potentates confide

Unto one strange ambassador of stone,

Name, vaunt, and greeting for the centuries unknown.

The meek, receptive stone forbore to ask

If to proclaim example of the right,

And teach the true, would be thenceforth its task.
But all day long it darted glancings bright
From sheeny surface, and with staid delight
Upreared its forehead towards the midmost blue.

* Thothmes is styled on the obelisk 'Son of the Sun,'' Rising Sun,' 'Sun Creator of the World,' etc. The solar deities were supposed to have become the first kings of Egypt.

Then learned the angels as they crossed the height,
What, good or ill, men felt most proud to do;
What, fact or fable, they most fondly held as true.

The Hebrew, who from out the vastness caught
Words spoken to the vastnesses in man;

The Greek, who searched the range of art and thought;
The Roman, who contrived the civic plan-
These, each in turn, did it invite to scan
Man's soul, as soul was wont to live its lease
Of body, in the eras ere began

Statecraft in Italy or school in Greece,
Or, in Judea, the revealings of God's peace.

And now to us this pilgrim from the past,
Approaching, bears instruction and surprise.
Hail, traveller through Time's expanses vast!
With rich experience to make us wise,
And emblematic meanings for our eyes,

When themes are solemn and mere voice grows dumb
And with thy face set towards the bourn where lies
All promise, poured in over-dazzling sum

Into the void of the millennial years that come!

'Tis marvel how, when Art as yet was young,
It could with such imperiousness command
Reluctant Nature, that from her it wrung
A tribute thus imperishably grand.

Design and bulk like thine would scorn to stand

Amid the toys of a still childish race.

Shy Nature heeds no unaccustomed hand

That beckons, and no unfamiliar face

That looks request to her discriminating grace.

Thou wast a servant to magnificence:

That liege's wasteful livery thou dost wear
Even now; and though he fled the ken of sense
Ere critic Christendom was born to stare,
And vanished like a wraith of evening air,
That shuns to feel approaching dawn's embrace,
Yet here are hieroglyphs that still declare
His haunts of old, and legend paints void space,
Till semblances arise and form anew his face.

An office peerlessly devout and high,

To guard the house of deity, was thine,
Repelling all fell powers that wandered nigh,
And were at enmity with the divine.
To such unholy things thou wast a sign
To show the Ineffable. One jointless whole,
And no mere sum of sections that combine;

So, also, is the all-pervading Soul;

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The worlds are many; one, the Will that holds control.

The solemn council, the mysterious rite

All duty-was alternate with repose:

But thy calm functions, neither day nor night
Suspended. Life had opening and close;

The world was changeful as a stream that flows; Yet thou didst pass not. So through rolling years, 'Mid fitful energies and fleeting shows,

No slackness in the eternal Arm appears;

The Eternal Being knows no change, no limit nears.

Throughout the varying measures of thy girth

Reigned symmetry, and narrowing from thy base

Didst thou reach upwards. Substance of the earth,
Yet hadst thou borrowed thus a shape and grace
From the celestial. Oft the heights of space
Had shot through parting cloud and air elate

A shaft of sunlight, broadening to some place
Of earthly basement: thou, in path as straight,
Didst, tapering, point an apex to Heaven's gate.
Thus thy gross substance, by its noble mould,
Made reverence to the immaterial ray.
And what was mirrored in the ray? Behold,
A nature that excels all beams of day

In purity of essence, more than they

Excel the weighty stone! Yon fount! whence gleams
O'er earth and azure, multitudinous stray,

Whence life, to all that lives, continuous streams :

Read we the emblem ? Utmost awe our souls beseems.

Yet some there lived in those days, who made claim
That worship should be given the chief of spheres,

Heaven's boast and Godhead's type. The unconscious flame,
Unto their undiscerning hopes and fears,

Seemed sole dispenser of delight or tears.

And voices of to-day repeat their tale.

'The world was formed through sunshine,' say the seers; The world and even our minds. Nor can we scale

The bounds of what is seen, or lift it like a veil.'

But where is now the faith that could assign

As ancestry whence those thou namest had sprung Celestial beings, who, in state divine,

Held Egypt's sceptre when the world was young?
In ancient times strange things were said and sung,
Yet stranger now; for boldness has since then

Wed baseness, and these jointly sway the tongue,
And cry, 'Tis brutes that were the sires of men,
And at God's altar kneels mere offspring of the den.'
When first thy bulk its shape and speech received,
Wisdom was yet in youth, a wondering maid.
Ere she the stature of full age achieved,

Great empires were to gain and lose their grade.
Full age? Our hasty rhyme from truth has strayed.
Age brings full strength to limbs, full bloom to flowers;
But as for wisdom-never can be stayed

The infinite expansion of her powers;

And measurelessly onward lie her noblest hours.

To shape the chaos of mere sense, and see

The eternal order, Thought has bidden all sleep
Farewell. Henceforth 'tis ceaseless energy.
And swifter, wider, loftier grows the sweep
Of lightning through the night upon life's deep.
A toil for further tasks as chief reward;

An endless journey up a ridgeless steep;

A wealth that grows by scattering abroad;

A slave that serves desire, yet half becomes its lord !

So empires still must gain and lose their grade,
And thou wilt stand as thou hast stood of old,

Enduring 'mid the dying. Hast thou aid

For flesh that shrinks from mingling with the mould?
'Twas meet thou shouldst be granite hard and cold-

No terror to behold the war-dews red,

No counting of man's woes to sum untold; 'Mid nations vanishing, no start, no dread; No drops of sorrow for the once familiar dead.

Could aught of love or sympathy with pain
Have lent their pulses to the nerveless stone,
What lines of anguish on thy brow had lain !
The corpse's pallor and the wretch's moan
Had stored thy memory. But pain alone
Must not command our song. Sing light 'mid gloom
Of omnipresent death, when, from Heaven's throne,
Came He who wore man's flesh and dared the tomb,
And scanned perchance yon boasts while tarried yet His doom!
And though, calm sentinel, nor praise hast thou

For Nature's aims, nor tears for man's distress ;
Though, save the legend that from foot to brow
Robes thee; all, all, to thee, is nothingness;
Yet, for thy long grave mission, thee we bless!
And we,-lo, Death stands waiting to unbar

For us his gates, and bid us through them press
To where no loveless lives or cold loves are!
Here, narrowness and night; but breadth and day, afar!


The Influence of Jesus. By the Rev. Phillips Brooks. The Bohlen Lectures for 1879. London: Richard D. Dickinson.-The Bohlen Lectureship was founded in 1874, expressly on the model of the Bampton Lectureship. The Lectures are delivered in Philadelphia. The four Lectures included in this volume, of course, bear the strong stamp of Mr. Brooks's personality, manifesting alike his strength and his weakness as a theologian and an expositor. In view of his characteristic defects, he was wise and candid in not troubling himself with a text. A bare title is a much more honest heading for a theological lecturer of Mr. Brooks' habitudes. He is much less an expositor than an essayist. Nevertheless, there are in these Lectures many very fine touches of incidental exposition, as just and helpful as they are delicate and subtle. But, unhappily, much that at first sight seems fresh and original, owes those qualities to mere one-sidedness and exaggeration, or the dislocation of some revealed truth. The Lecturer perceptibly gathers power as he proceeds, and the stream becomes clearer with the strength of its flow. Each succeeding Lecture is abler, truer, than its predecessor: the last, on The Influence of Jesus on the Intellectual Life of Man, being at once the most striking and the most just. Comparing these with the English Lectures: Bampton, Hulsean, Congregational, Cunningham, Fernley, etc., one cannot but be struck with a certain almost feminine sentimentality, in contrast with the more or less dialectic and scientific manner of the British Lecturers. These Lectures, however, are very sugges

tive, and Mr. Brooks has evidently made up his mind, either consciously or unconsciously, that, whatever else he may be, he will not be commonplace: he seldom seems to be looking straight at a subject, but almost always to be trying to catch some side-light, and to see or say something which few, if any, have ever seen or said before. Hence such Lectures are far less theological treatises than intellectual


Parishioner Loxley and Parson Lloyd. Dialogues on Church Questions. By

James A. Macdonald.-London: Wesleyan Conference Office.-We bave in this very readable and sensible pamphlet a clear, able, conclusive and good-tempered exposure of the foolishness and vanity of High-Church pretensions. The author is evidently well acquainted with both sides of the question, and knows how to communicate his knowledge. The dialogue form of writing is of great advantage for general readers. The Methodist, no doubt from his training in extempore speaking at the Class-meeting, has a much greater command of language than the Vicar, who listens with exemplary deference. Perhaps he might have been allowed a few more words in his own defence. The soliloquies at the close of each chapter are exceedingly good.

'Land of the Mountain and the Flood': Scottish Scenes and Scenery Delineated. By the Rev. Jabez Marrat.-London: Wesleyan Conference Office.-The author of Northern Lights has done well in publishing these sketches of many of the

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