sent one of the messengers with his card to him, on which was delineated with a pencil the picture of a turtle, and written under it," Ready at half-past six tomorrow-come." There's a Lord Chan cellor of Britain for you on the Woolsack in all his dignity. Fraser's Mag.

MEDICAL men in Russia are generally dirty in their own persons, and, of course seldom recommend cleanliness to their patients. It is a common saying in Russia, "that a physician wears his shirt 12 days."

THE LATE LORD MANSFIELD.-Doctor Turton attended Lord Mansfield in the latter part of his life. The physician was diverted from his attention to his patient's health by Lord Mansfield's turning the subject, and saying humorously, instead of dwelling on an old man's pulse, let me ask you, doctor, what you think of the wonderful French Revolution? The modest reply was, it is more material to know what your lordship thinks of it. Lord Mansfield, without the least interval of suspension, began-" My dear Turton, how can any two reasonable men think differently upon the subject? A nation, which for more than twelve centuries has made a conspicuous figure in the annals of Europe, a nation where the polite arts first flourished in the northern hemisphere and found an asylum against the barbarous incursions of the Goths and Vandals ; a nation whose philosophers and men of science cherished and improved civilization, and grafted on the feudal system, the best of all systems, their laws respecting the descents and various modifications of territorial property to think that a nation like this, should not in the course of so many centuries have learned something worth preserving, should not have hit upon some little code of laws, or a few principles sufficient to form one !-Idiots! who, instead of retaining what was valuable, sound, and energetic in their constitution, have at once sunk into barbarity, lost sight of first principles, and brought forward a farrago of laws fit for Botany Bay! It is enough to fill one with astonishment and abhorrence. A constitution like this may outlast that of an old man, but nothing less than a miracle can protect and transmit it to posterity."

MODE OF MAKING SOY.-Soy, the famous sauce for all kinds of food, is made from beans. The beans are boiled until all the water is nearly evaporated, and they begin to burn, when they are taken from the fire and placed in large widemouthed jars, exposed to the sun and air; water and a certain portion of molasses, or very brown sugar, are added. These

jars are stirred well every day, until the liquor and beans are completely mixed and fermented; the material is then strained, salted, boiled, and skimmed, until clarified; and will, after this last process, become of a very deep brown colour, and keep any length of time.Many persons have thought that gravy was used in preparing this condiment; but this appears not to be the case, this composition being entirely a vegetable one, of an agreeable favour, and said to be wholesome. There are two or three qualities of it; to make the best requires much care and attention. Japanese soy is much esteemed in China, on account of the superior manner in which it is made; perhaps they have a particular sort of bean for that purpose. Shopkeepers at Canton who sell soy have large platforms on the roofs of their houses, where the jars for preparing soy are all arranged and exposed to the sun, for the consumption of this article is enormous. Neither rich nor poor can dine, breakfast, or sup, without soy. It is the sauce for all sorts of food, gives a zest to every dish, and may be said to be indispensable at a Chinese repast.

SEA SICKNESS.-Ali Hazin, an eastern writer, in his autobiography, assimilates himself, while labouring under this unpleasant affection, to a mill horse-" my head goes round, puzzled to know why it goes round."

DOMESTIC LIFE.-No man ever prospered in the world without the consent and co-operation of his wife. If she unites in mutual endeavours, or rewards his labours with an endearing smile, with what spirit and perseverance does he apply to his vocation; with what confidence will he resort to either his merchandise or farm; fly over land; sail upon the seas; meet difficulty and encounter danger-if he knows he is not spending his strength in vain, but that his labour will be rewarded by the sweets of home. How delightful is it to have a wife to cheer, and a friend to soothe, the solitary hours of grief and pain! Solitude and disappointment enter into the history of every man's life; and he is but half provided for his voyage who finds only an associate for happy hours, while for his months of darkness and distress no sympathizing partner is prepared!

A GOOD WITNESS O'Connell was praising the humour of the finest pisantry," and relating many instances of witty witnesses; "Unfortunately, "said Stanley, "they sometimes prove too much; I remember one man who, having to swear to a coat, said he remembered it from the time it was a jacket."

Illustrated Article.

MARY'S LOVE.

MARY was thy simple name; but save in name and form thou wert unlike all other women. The physical organisation whence arose thy most uncommon sentiments and acts, I can as little unravel, as the combination of remote causes which gave thee thy common name of Mary. Enough for me that this was thy simple name, and that of thy strange wild acts it is truth that writes the record.

I first saw Mary some five or six years ago, just when having been first cast off by Caroline, my heart was wholly free. It was at a splendid ball. I had scarcely entered the crowded rooms, when mine hostess, with the customary salutation of "How do? dance this quadrille ?" seized my wrist and pulled me through the brilliant mob to where some half dozen ladies sat together, looking like a rich Hower-bed. I scarcely dared hope that the grand and stately lily which eclipsed them all was my destined partner, but resolved that I would be introduced to her as early as possible. She was exquisitely fair, VOL. XI.

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dressed wholly in white, and wore but little ornament. But on her black hair, which was dressed without ringlet or curl of any description, quivered a profusion of small delicate white flowers, which alone struck me as being of all adornments the least suited to her features, and the peculiar expression of her face. She was largely, that is, finely formed; her bust and neck rose splendidly from her dress, and were grandly white. With these the eye, instinctively travelling up, found the face in beautiful accordance. I have seen the mouth, and other features, and the lovely junction of the neck and cheek beneath the ear in the beaux ideals of painting and statuary; but for the eyes-the eyes! A hundred similes come rushing, but dying in their insuffi. ciency ere I can pen them. Who shall describe expression? They were bright as though formed of condensed light; the whole iris was so black as almost to look like one large pupil. Well, were they but black and bright? No; they were fierce and wild, yet beautiful and feminine. The eyelid, which was horizontal in the middle, hid nearly a quarter of the iris, as in the hawk or eagle ;

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long and black were the lashes, and the black brow, also horizontal, was so close to the eye, as to suggest the likeness yet more strongly. What wonder then that her eyes were fierce and wild? But who could look on their exquisite light, and colour, and form, and not call them beautiful? or mark their sweet expression, and the almost constant veiling of their lids, and not call them feminine? That which I might almost call the contraction of her brows, but that all around them was unwrinkled, gave to her smooth fair forehead a nobleness and extra height. The plainly banded hair still spake the Sempronia or the goddess. Last came the profusion of small white trembling flowers, which harmonised with all the rest as would a modern French bonnet with the Greek statue of Juno; and, which, to my mind, suggested only the idea that they were there without her knowledge. Where was the circlet of huge gems, the coronet of gold, the gigantic plume, or grander than all, the unartificial beauty of her hair? These would have suited her form, her bearing, her expression; but the profusion of little temulous white flowerkins-some

one has 'just softly stuck them there as an excellent joke, and she has not yet discovered it.

I have said, I had hoped that it was to her I should be introduced-1 was! In a moment she had uprisen, tall even as myself, who am no dwarf; her arm was in mine, but I was gently pushing people right and left out of the way to make her a passage to the dancing-room. I felt that a mighty treasure was in my keeping-a mass of precious silver, one large diamond; which thought made me feel so utterly earthly, and worthless, that my arm almost trembled under her long white glove. I literally dared not turn full towards her. With what new words was I to address a new style of beingon what theme sufficiently elevated engage one of the genii in converse! My feeling was that of being immensely patronised; to imagine myself a regarded animal was not to lower myself sufficiently in proportion to her; for animals are fondly caressed, and self-complacently feel such proud distinction their due; favour and patronage is to them enjoy. ment, to me it was all but pain. I felt suddenly ashamed of what I was feeling.

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-Come, come; the very circumstance of my so greatly appreciating her proves that she throws not herself away upon Have I no manly pride? Look at that man with the spindleshanks opposite, that other with the bald head and champagne-bottle shoulders, or this little short fat full-faced object near me in the spectacles. If she were not mine, she might be partner to one of those, or some other not more worthy than I, one who would not appreciate her one tithe as much. I will speak-I will look-I will "take the good the gods provide me.' Yet ah! now that under pretence of admiring the decorations of the room, I snatch a sidelong glance at her, I cannot but inwardly exclaim—would thou and I had met in more poetical times, or in a more poetical country-some place where people do not crowd opposite each other to move in absurd figures with import ant looks-some time ere men wore coattails! Hark! she speaks!-I'll answer!

"Yes. It is rather warm-indeed, it's been a warm day."

"Yes, and the rooms being so crowded, make it very warm indeed." "Yes."

'Twas done I loved her a quarter less! In this respect, at least, she was a mere common earthly woman, so we e'en fell to, and talked the common quadrille nonsense, about operas, fashions, plays, music, people and sights. But would she dance? Danced she however beautifully, dancing would as little harmonise with the identity of her beauty, as did the profusion of little white tremblers on her head. I would try not to look. And must I, too, antic across the room, manœuvring according to fixed rules, full in the sight of such a being as she? All this happened, except that 1 did look at her; and having duly twisted her round in the first balancez, loved her another quarter less. The flowers, I thought, began to look remarkably well in character for a dance. I knew so few persons present, which was also her case, and the host and hostess were so busy, the one with cards, and the other with flying about, full of business, but doing nothing whatever, that Mary and I were 'scarcely separated the whole evening. Whenever either of us danced, which was not very often, it was with the other, and every available interim we filled up with converse. But lo! a general move netherwards! Thought I, as she speaks like an ordinary girl, and dances like an ordinary girl, I shouldn't wonder if she even eat supper like an ordinary girl. Nous Verrons. No. I am wrong. An

ordinary girl generally gets the drumstick or pinion of a chicken with, in due time, a silver fork or spoon to eat it with, and having sufficiently chatted over it, proceeds with a little dab of trifle or other horror of the same class, which having duly contemplated, she concludes with a whole half glass of Madeira, or whatever is nearest, whereof she pretends to take one sip, and then sits deaf to all entreaties to "take something more," in painfully anxious expectation of the presiding dowager's nod. But Mary to whom, the tables being crowded, I administered at a side-board, continued to

must write the words, there are no others -eat and drink, till yet another quarter of my admiration was butchered, and even the remaining one desperately wounded. I that night parted with her, full of the impression that she was not a woman who would either love or be loved with any reality of affection; and but that the true thorough vulgar saying (most vulgar sayings are true) occurred to me, that "there is never a Joan, but there's a Darby," I should have doomed Mary to the singular horror of an unwooed life. For me, I never loved her save for the few minutes wherein I loved not her flowers. Yet, is this a lovestory? What follows. She loved meintensely-madly loved me-loved me with a fierce passion worthy of her eagle eyes. God knows what moved and maddened her ! my person? I cannot think it. My converse? Pshaw! With her it was ever desultory. It was an infatuation; but whence born? kindled?

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"Why did she love me? Curious fool be still, Is human love the growth of human will ?” If not, blame not her-no, though I record the very madness of her love.

Chance shortly after threw us together, and her parents, good easy sort of people requested me to call. I obeyed; but she would not let me go till I had named another day. I was flattered, and called very often. If her parents were from home it mattered not. If I was bid enter, was it for me to retreat? If Mary scrupled not to walk, to ride, to visit, to lionise with me, her parents never hinting nay, was it for me to shrink. She and her family loaded me with kindnesses, even to pain. I made what return I could, and Mary refused not my presents, though I offered them at first with the frightful fear of a repulse. At last came that young man's bane, an album! "Did I write ?". "Not worthily." "No matter." I was sent home with an album stuck under my arm like a gizzard. I wrote my best, and Mary was