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h, Dysoxylum Blancoi, Sandoricum Indicum, Carapa Moluccensis, Cedrela Toona 75-80 Celastraceæ--Celastrus paniculata 80-81 Rhamnaceæ--Zizyphus Jujuba, Rhamnus Wightii 81-82 Anacardiaceæ--Mangifera Indica, Anacardium occidentale, Odina Wodier 82-86 Moringeæ--Moringa pterygosperma 86-88 Leguminosæ (Papilionaceæ)--Agati grandiflora, Abrus precatorius, Mucuna pruriens, Erythrina Indica, Clitoria ternatea, Pterocarpus santalinus, P. Indicus, P. erinaceus, Pongamia glabra 88-95 Leguminosæ (Cæsalpineæ)--Cæsalpinia Bonducella, C. Sappan, C. pulcherrima, Cassia fistula, C. occidentalis, C. alata, Tamarindus Indica, Bauhinia malabarica 96-106 Leguminosæ (Mimoseæ)--Entada scandens, Parkia Roxburghii, Acacia Farnesiana 106-109 Crassulaceæ--Kalanchoe laciniata 109-110 Combretaceæ--Terminalia Catappa, T. Chebula, Quisqualis Indica 110-113 Myrtaceæ--Psidium pomiferum, Eugenia Jambolana 113-116 Melastomaceæ--Melastoma malabatrichum

years.

MYSELF: I don't think I shall want them cut out.

HORACE: Humph.

After a pause:

HORACE: There's a lot of good body cord-wood in that oak on the knoll.

MYSELF: Cord-wood! Why, that oak is the treasure of the whole farm, I have never seen a finer one. I could not think of cutting it.

HORACE: It will bring you fifteen or twenty dollars cash in hand.

MYSELF: But I rather have the oak.

HORACE: Humph.

So our conversation continued for some time. I let Horace know that I preferred rail fences, even old ones, to a wire fence, and that I thought a farm should not be too large, else it might keep one away from his friends. And what, I asked, is corn compared with a friend? Oh, I grew really oratorical! I gave it as my opinion that there should be vines around the house (Waste of time, said Horace), and that no farmer should permit anyone to paint medicine advertisements on his barn (Brings you ten dollars a year, said Horace), and that I proposed to

ph passed outfit after outfit exhausted by the way. He had reachedCopper Creek Camp, which was boiling and frothing with the excitement ofgold-maddened men, and was congratulating himself that he would soon beat the camps west of the Peace, when the thing happened. A drunkenIrishman, filled with a grim and unfortunate sense of humor, spotted ShanTung's wonderful cue and coveted it. Wherefore there followed a bit ofexcitement in which Shan Tung passed into his empyrean home with a bulletthrough his heart, and the drunken Irishman was strung up for his misdeedfifteen minutes later. Tao, the Great Dane, was taken by the leader ofthe men who pulled on the rope. Tao's new master was a "drifter," and ashe drifted, his face was always set to the north, until at last a newhumor struck him and he turned eastward to the Mackenzie. As the seasonspassed, Tao found mates along the way and left a string of his progenybehind him, and he had new masters, one after another, until he was grownold and his muzzle w

But Johnny Chuck is lazy and does not like to go far from his own doorstep, so when Peter called the next morning Johnny refused to go, despite all Peter could say. Peter didn't waste much time arguing for he was afraid he would be late and miss something. When he reached the Green Forest he found his cousin, Jumper the Hare, and Chatterer the Red Squirrel, and Happy Jack the Gray Squirrel, already there. As soon as Peter arrived Old Mother Nature began the morning lesson.

Happy Jack," said she, "you may tell us all you know about your cousin, Chatterer."

"To begin with, he is the smallest of the Tree Squirrels," said Happy Jack. "He isn't so very much bigger than Striped Chipmunk, and that means that he is less than half as big as myself. His coat is red and his waistcoat white; his tail is about two-thirds as long as his body and flat but not very broad. Personally, I don't think it is much of a tail."

At once Chatterer's quick temper flared up and he began to scold. But Old Mother Nature silenced him and told

Y HAS A GOOD WORD FOR SOME SPARROWS The Song, White-throated and Fox Sparrows.

IV CHIPPY, SWEETVOICE AND DOTTY The Chipping, Vesper and Tree Sparrows.

V PETER LEARNS SOMETHING HE HADN'T GUESSED The Bluebird and the Robin.

VI AN OLD FRIEND IN A NEW HOME The Phoebe and the Least Flycatcher.

VII THE WATCHMAN OF THE OLD ORCHARD The Kingbird and the Great Crested Flycatcher.

VIII OLD CLOTHES AND OLD HOUSES The Wood Peewee and Some Nesting Places.

IX LONGBILL AND TEETER The Woodcock and the Spotted Sandpiper.

X REDWING AND YELLOW WING The Red-winged Blackbird and the Golden-winged Flicker.

XI DRUMMERS AND CARPENTERS The Downy, Hairy and Red-headed Woodpeckers.

XII SOME UNLIKE RELATIVES The Cowbird and the Baltimore Oriole.

XIII MORE OF THE BLACKBIRD FAMILY The Orchard Oriole and the Bobolink.

XIV BOB WHITE AND CAROL THE MEADOW LARK The So-called Quail and the Meadow Lark.

XV A SWALLOW AND ONE WHO ISN'T The Tree Swallow and the Chimn

sentials of Astronomy in twelve lessons for amateurs, will not make astronomers or mathematicians of my readers--much less prigs or pedants. They are designed to show the constitution of the Universe, in its grandeur and its beauty, so that, inhabiting this world, we may know where we are living, may realize our position in the Cosmos, appreciate Creation as it is, and enjoy it to better advantage. This sun by which we live, this succession of months and years, of days and nights, the apparent motions of the heavens, these starry skies, the divine rays of the moon, the whole totality of things, constitutes in some sort the tissue of our existence, and it is indeed extraordinary that the inhabitants of our planet should almost all have lived till now without knowing where they are, without suspecting the marvels of the Universe.

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For the rest, my little book is dedicated to a woman, muse and goddess--the charming enchantress Urania, fit companion of Venus, ranking even above her in the c

d hear. She heard Danny Meadow Mouse running along one of his little tunnels under the snow.

Plunge! Old Granny Fox dived right into the snow and right through into the tunnel of Danny Meadow Mouse. Her two black paws actually touched Danny's tail. He was glad then that it was no longer.

"Ha!" cried Granny Fox, "I almost got him that time!"

Then she ran ahead a little way over the snow, listening as before. Plunge! Into the snow she went again. It was lucky for him that Danny had just turned into another tunnel, for otherwise she would surely have caught him.

Granny Fox blew the snow out of her nose. "Next time I'll get him!" said she.

Now Reddy Fox is quick to learn, especially when it is a way to get something to eat. He watched Granny Fox, and when he understood what she was doing, he made up his mind to have a try himself, for he was afraid that if she caught Danny Meadow Mouse, she would think that he was not big enough to divide. Perhaps that was because Reddy is very

ttering a legion of antiquated and house-bred notions and whims to the four winds for an airing-and so the evil cure itself.

How womankind, who are confined to the house still more than men, stand it I do not know; but I have ground to suspect that most of them do not STAND it at all. When, early in a summer afternoon, we have been shaking the dust of the village from the skirts of our garments, making haste past those houses with purely Doric or Gothic fronts, which have such an air of repose about them, my companion whispers that probably about these times their occupants are all gone to bed. Then it is that I appreciate the beauty and the glory of architecture, which itself never turns in, but forever stands out and erect, keeping watch over the slumberers.

No doubt temperament, and, above all, age, have a good deal to do with it. As a man grows older, his ability to sit still and follow indoor occupations increases. He grows vespertinal in his habits as the evening of life approaches, till a

emselves into pink flakes modulated with tints of unspeakable softness; and the air had so much life and sweetness, that it was a pain to come within doors. What was it that nature would say? Was there no meaning in the live repose of the valley behind the mill, and which Homer or Shakspeare could not reform for me in words? The leafless trees become spires of flame in the sunset, with the blue east for their back-ground, and the stars of the dead calices of flowers, and every withered stem and stubble rimed with frost, contribute something to the mute music.

The inhabitants of cities suppose that the country landscape is pleasant only half the year. I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial influences of summer. To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again. The heavens change every mome

s. Among the nations ofantiquity, an offering of perfumes was regarded as a token of the mostprofound respect and homage. Incense, or Frankincense, which exudes byincision and dries as a gum, from _Arbor-thurifera_, was formerly burntin the temples of all religions, in honor of the divinities that werethere adored. Many of the primitive Christians were put to death becausethey would not offer incense to idols.

"Of the use of these luxuries by the Greeks, and afterwards by theRomans, Pliny and Seneca gives much information respecting perfumedrugs, the method of collecting them, and the prices at which theysold. Oils and powder perfumery were most lavishly used, for eventhree times a day did some of the luxurious people anoint andscent themselves, carrying their precious perfumes with them tothe baths in costly and elegant boxes called NARTHECIA."

In the Romish Church incense is used in many ceremonies, andparticularly at the solemn funerals of the hierarchy, and o