scriptions of similar institutions contained in holy in the worst condition of almost any of our old poets, writ.] There is no mention in Scripture of a royal crown, as a kingly possession, till the time when the Amalekites are described as bringing Saul's crown to David. The Rabbinical traditions, however, connect the first crown with Nimrod, in whose title, Kenaz the "Hunter," some persons affect to see the origin of the word "king." According to the tradition-Nimrod was abroad one day in the fields, following the chase. Happening to look up to the heavens he beheld there a figure resembling what was subsequently called a crown. He hastily summoned to his side a craftsman, who undertook to construct a splendid piece of work modeled from the still glittering pattern in the skies. When this was completed it was worn by Nimrod, in obedience, as he supposed, to the declared will of Heaven; and his people, it is said, could never gaze upon the dazzling symbol of their master's divine right without risk of being blinded. It was perhaps to this story Pope Gregory VII alluded, when he used to say that the priesthood was derived direct from God, but that the imperial power of a crowned monarch was first assumed by Nimrod. Perhaps the legend itself may have been founded on the literal rendering of the Hebrew passage-intimating that Nimrod was "the hero of the chase, in presence of Jehovah."-English Notes and Queries. "ERASE" AND "CANCEL."-In the article on the "Shakspeare Forgeries," in a late Edinburgh Review, the writer asks-p. 471, n.: "Why has not our language two words-one to denote actual obliteration by scratching or defacing; the other, the sign-cross lines-denoting obliteration?" Our language has two such words: "ERASE"-" to expunge, to rub out." "CANCEL"-" cancellis notare," "to mark with cross lines, to cross a writing." JOHNSON. It is true these words are often misused; but that is the fault of the writers, not the language. The reviewer uses "erasure" for "cancel" or "cancellation." SANS CULOTTES.-This name was given to the revolutionists, not because they went without the nether garments, but because they wore trowsers instead of the knee-breeches, which were then de rigueur part of the costume of every gentleman. The pantalon thus became the mark of the anti-aristocratic, and instead of sans culottes being a name of reproach, it was adopted by the party as a proud designation. TRANSPOSITION.-It is, I think, a most just remark of Mr. Brandreth, in his curious edition of the Iliad, that no liberty is so lawful to an editor as that of transposition. He has himself used it, sometimes to the great improvement of the text; and I met with, not long since, but unluckily neglected to note it, a line in one of the choruses of Eschylus, where a simple transposition restores the meter, and yet no one of the editors seems to have observed it. It is, in fact, one of the very last remedies that an editor thinks of having recourse to. As our great poet is Shakspeare, and as his text is VOL. XX.-32 all the appliances of criticism should be used to educe his true meaning and to restore the harmony of his verse. I will, therefore, give a couple of instances of the use that may be made of transposition for this purpose. To begin with the meter. Can any thing be more inharmonious than Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart, Now read the second line thus: "Often thus; which correcting thy stout heart," and omit the or in the last line, and see if the passage does not acquire sense-for the first time in its life. The or was, as is so frequently the case, put in by the printer to try to remedy the confusion he had introduced. Again: "And yet the spacions breadth of this division Troilus and Cress., Act V, Sc. 2. A point as subtile as a broken woof! and Ariachne written by one so well read in Golding's Ovid! Let us apply the talisman of transposition: "And yet the spacious breadth of this division, Subtile is the Latin subtilis, "fine-spun;" and he says "broken woof” probably because Minerva tore Arachne's web to pieces. The printer introduced Ariachne to complete the meter.-English Notes and Queries. "CUTTING ONE'S STICK."-This vulgarism of fast life would appear to be a corruption of a phrase not uncommon in the high life of the last century. Walpole, writing to Lord Strafford, October 16, 1770, in reply to his inquiries after his gout, says: "I came to town on Sunday, and can creep about my room even without a stick, which is more felicity to me than if I had got a white one. I do not aim yet at such preferment as walking up stairs; but having molted my stick, I flatter myself I shall come forth again without being lame."-English Notes and Queries. Children's Corner. WILLY'S FATHER TEACHING HIM WHAT FAITH IS.There are a great many Willies in the land. Nearly all of them have thought and heard much about faith. They would like to know what it is to have faith in God. My little friends, the editor would like to come and preach a sermon on faith to you. But as he can not do that, he will tell you a story about Willy and his father. Willy was a Welsh boy and you are an American, but faith is the same every-where. Willy's father had been explaining the Scriptures to his family in the hall of what was once the manor-house, but which was then occupied by a farmer, when the little boy exclaimed, "Father, you said you would one day, when I was old enough, teach me what faith is. Am I old enough now?" "Well, I think you are, Willy. Come to me," said his father, rising from his chair. The boy no sooner approached than his father raised him from the ground and set him on the top of a double chest of drawers that stood beside the wall. The child's color went and came, and he was evidently afraid to stand upright in so unusual a situation. "Now, Willy," said his father, placing himself at a little distance and holding out his arms, "now, Willy, stand upright and jump into my arms." The child's position and the father's command were alike calculated to produce alarm, and did produce it. But the father's look was calm, and kind, and serious, and the child had invited the lesson, so he had nothing for it but to turn his mind to compli ance. Raising himself somewhat, at length he made an effort to jump; but his heart failed him, and he drew back farther from the edge of the drawers. "Ah, Willy," said his father, "thou hast no faith he will take you in his arms and bring you safe to heaven." IT IS BETTER TO BE HONEST.-Jacob Sheafe was a merchant in Portsmouth, distinguished for his stern integrity. The following well-authenticated anecdotes concerning him will teach our young readers a good lesson: A man had purchased some wool, which had been weighed and paid for, and Mr. Sheafe had gone to the back room to get change for a note. Happening to turn his head while there, he saw in a glass, which ¦ swung so as to reflect the shop, a stout arm reach up and take from the shelf a heavy white-oak cheese. Instead of appearing suddenly and rebuking the man for his theft, as another would, thereby losing his custom forever, the crafty old gentleman gave the thief his change, as if nothing had happened; and then, under the pretense of lifting the bag to lay it on the horse for him, took hold of it and exclaimed, "Why, bless me, I must have reckoned the weight wrong!" O, no!" said the other, "you may be sure you have not, for I counted with you." "Well, well, we won't dispute the matter, it's so easily tried," said Mr. Sheafe, putting the bag into the scales again. "There," said he, "I told you so; knew I was right-made a mistake of nearly twenty pounds: however, if you do n't want the whole you need n't have it; I'll take part of it out." "No, no!" said the other, staying the hands of Mr. Sheafe, on the way to the strings of the bag, “I guess I will take the whole." And this he did, paying for dishonesty by receiving the skim-milk cheese for the price of wool. On another occasion Mr. Sheafe missed a barrel of try again." Willy thought a moment and perceived pork. A few months after a man one day asked him the nature of his father's experiment. He came back again to the edge, and at this time he did make the spring, but so imperfectly, and with so divided a mind, that he would have fallen but for a beam of the ceiling just above him, on which he clapped his hands and recovered himself. His father smiled and said: "Willy, thou hast no faith yet; but that was better than the last. Come, try once more." The look of quiet love in the father's face, and his still open arms, at length assured our hero there really was no danger; or it may be so much reverence and trust in a parental smile, that he forgot the danger. Be this as it may, this time little Willy stood bold upright and jumped over the dreadful gulf into his father's powerful arms. He looked up with a smile, and his father, setting him on the floor, said, "There, Willy, that was faith. There is the gulf of hell between you and eternal life; your heavenly Father holds out for you the arms of his love, and sent his only Son to die and prove it to you. If you trust him and obey his word, as you trusted me, the question, "Did you ever find out who took that pork, Mr. Sheafe?" "Yes," was the reply, "you are the fellow! for none but myself and the thief ever knew of my loss." The fellow was thus detected by the shrewd dealer, who possessed the valu- | able faculty of knowing when to be silent. HOW GOD FEEDS THE RAVENS.-No doubt many of the little friends of the editor often wonder when they hear large people talk about God doing such and such things. Now, if they will read this little story, they will learn how God often does things: "Mamma," said little Lucy Lee, one day, does it mean in the Bible when it says, 'God feedeth the ravens when they cry?'' "what "The same way, dear," said mamma, "in which he feeds your little brother Henry when he cries and reaches out his hand toward the store closet for milk or crackers." "Why, mamma!" said Lucy, looking very serious and very much surprised, "it is you who feeds Henry. You ask him if he is hungry, and he makes a little grunt that means 'yes,' and then you go and get him something, mamma. I know you do it, for I see you every day, mamma. I thought you always spoke the truth." These last words were spoken so low, that her mother could scarcely hear them. But she did, and immediately answered, "So I hope I do, my dear, always, and it was the truth when I told you that God feeds Henry, and in like manner the ravens." "But, mamma," said Lucy, looking more and more distressed, "does God get them crackers and milk, and feed them with a spoon, as you do? or perhaps he sends an angel to do it what do you mean, mamma?" "Get your Bible, love, and open it at the fifteenth chapter of Matthew, and read it to the thirty-sixth verse." Lucy did so, and then waited for her mother to explain. "Well, Lucy, does not Jesus Christ say that our heavenly Father feeds and clothes us?" "Yes, mamma, but I do n't see how." "I will tell you. How do we get this nice, sweet milk for Henry's supper?" "Mooly cow gives it, mamma." "But who made the cow?" "God," answered Lucy, with a brightening face; she already began to see through her troubles. "Yes," said mamma, "God made her, and made her to give milk; and what is this bread made of?" "Flour, mamma." "What the flour?" "Wheat, I believe, mamma." "Yes, and who makes the wheat?" Lucy sat still, thinking. "Do you remember, Lucy, going with me to your uncle's farm, last spring, and going out with him to see him sow?" "O yes; he took little mites of seeds, and buried them up, and said he had sowed them." "What did you see yesterday, in the same place?" "Beautiful tall little trees, mamma." "Stalks, my dear. Well, these came from the little seeds, and they will all be gathered in and made into flour, to make bread of, for Henry to eat. Do n't you see now that God feeds Henry?" "Yes, mamma, but how does he feed the ravens?" "By making the old ravens care for them, and fly about seeking food. Just as I go to the closet to see if Catherine has got any bread there for my babies. The little baby raven can not fly, but must stay in the little warm nest, as Henry must stay in the nursery. So, when they get hungry, they open their little mouths and make a noise, which means, 'Give me something to eat.' Then the old mother-bird hops up and flies off and finds some nice crumbs, or some fat worms, and comes flying back to the nest, and the little birds open their mouths again, and in drops the nice little breakfast; then they feel as comfortable as little brother does there, laughing and crowing after his supper." "Why, mamma," said Lucy, with a smile on her round face, "how pretty and how kind in the great God; is n't it, mamma?" "Yes, my love. He is indeed full of loving-kindness and tender mercy. I hope my little Lucy and TAKE GRUNDY ALONG, TOO.-My little nephew is very much attached to his baby brother, whose name is Grundy. One day grandma was talking to him about God, heaven, and the angels. "Grandma," said he, "why won't God let me go up in heaven?" Grandma told him if he was a good boy God would take him up to heaven. The little fellow seemed thoughtful for a moment, then looking up to grandma with a bright smile, he said, "Well, grandina, I just tie string to Grundy and take him 'long, too." AUNT FANNY. Wayside Gleanings. GIRLS THAT STREWED FLOWERS IN THE PATH OF WASHINGTON.-An incident connected with the reception of Washington at Trenton, New Jersey, in 1789, has given to that reception a peculiar interest in history. It was in the spring-April 21st-of the year. The flowers were in bloom, and young girls, dressed in spotless white, stood by the wayside and strewed flowers in his path. The Trenton True American says: A lady of this city, whose indefatigable interest in patriotic antiquities may well shame the indifference of most of us, has been endeavoring to attain the necessary information, and has found one survivor of the group in the person of Mrs. Mary Chesnut, mother of the senator of South Carolina. Mrs. Chesnut is a daughter of Colonel John Cox, formerly of that part of Trenton called Bloomsbury, and is now eightyfive years of age. She gives the following as the names of the girls who strewed flowers in the pathway of the illustrious traveler: Sally How, Sally Airey, Margaret Lowrey, Betsey Milnor, Sally Collins, Mary Cox. GRANDILOQUENCE.-There are few things more ludicrous than the use of "great swelling words" in the statement or description of common matters. The following story has a touch of genuine humor: It is related of Governor Barbour, of Virginia, that he was accustomed to indulge in the grandiloquent at the expense of the simple, as well as for his own amusement. On one occasion he rode out to the field where his servant was plowing, and looking at him with apparent solicitude, he said, "I perceive from the declivity of the hills, and the rotundity of the soil, you proceed horizontally." The fellow, who had often to guess at his master's meaning, looked up and replied, "Yes, master, I 'speck the tobacco is dry enough for stripping, sir." LOG-BOOK OF LIFE.-A "log-book" is the record of a voyage kept by the navigator. The following is taken from "the Log-Book of Thomas Parker," who was a naval officer during "the war of 1812." The "voyage" spoken of is the voyage of life: First part of the voyage pleasant, with fine breezes and free winds-all sail set. Spoke many vessels in want of provisions-supplied them freely. Middle passage.-Weather variable-short of provisionsspoke several of the above vessels our supplies had enabled to refit-made signals of distress-they up helm and bore away. Latter part.-Boisterous, with contrary winds-current of adversity setting hard to leeward-toward the end of the passage it cleared up-with the quadrant of honesty had an observation-corrected and made up my reckoning-and, after a passage of fifty years, came to in Mortality Road, with the calm, unruffled surface of the Ocean of Eternity in view. BAJAZET AND TIMURLANE.-Bajazet and Timurlane occupy a space in history that none can overlook. The following anecdote relating to them will bear reproduction: When Bajazet, after his defeat, was carried into the presence of Timur Lenk, that is, Timur the Lame, vulgarly Timurlane, on perceiving that Bajazet had but one eye, Timur burst into loud laughter. The Turk, who could ill brook deride misfortunes, my any incivility, said fiercely, "You may Timur, but remember they may have happened to yourself. The disposal of kingdoms is in the hands of God, and their states depend on his will." Timur replied with equal haugh. tiness, "I agree with your observation: I did not laugh at your misfortune, but at a reflection that just occurred to my mind-how little value thrones and scepters possess in the judgment of God; who has taken a kingdom from a man with one eye, to give it to another with one leg." LAUGHTER AND ITS USES.-The following paragraph reminded us of the old theological professor, who exercised his pupils one hour daily in laughing: Laughter is as healthful to the body as gladness is to the mind; and there is not a more beautiful spectacle than a smiling face when you know it is the true index of the soul within. We do not speak of that species of idiotic laughter which is sure to follow the exhibition of any low trick, or the utterance of a coarse jest-but that genial outburst that en livens the social circle when men, like true philosophers, forget their past cares, and put off till the morrow all apprehensions regarding the future. TOTAL ABSTINENCE AMONG MINISTERS.-The ministers of Jesus Christ have ever been the right arm of the temperance reformation. It is now no time for them to withhold their influence. A large number of the clergy of England in an appeal to their brother ministers, say: We abstain ourselves because we believe that the drunkenness which prevails may be traced back to moderate drinking as its great cause. We are convinced that moderate drinking, and not drunkenness only, supports the traffic, the traffic tends to foster drunkenness, and drunkenness produces bodily misery, social degradation, and spiritual death. So long as drink is supplied, there will be drunkenness. Which is most in accordance with common-sense, to supply the cause and labor in vain to remove the effect; or to get rid of the effect through the banishment of the cause? LADIES CARRYING THE CROPS.-The following originated with the Terre Haute Express. It is applied to ladies of the editor's locality. But its homely figures have point and application elsewhere. We, however, leave all such applications to our readers: Here is lady No. I, with ten acres of wheat gracefully thrown around her person-twelve bushels to the acre. Ten times twelve are one hundred and twenty, at eighty cents a bushel; 120x80-$96. Lady No. II toddles under four tuns of hay at seven dollars and a half per tun; 4x$7.50-$30. She stands erect, as stiffly as I see Norwegian women every day with a load of kindlingwood on their heads. Lady number III sweeps the path and circumjacent dogfennel with a train in which are exhibited two yoke of steers at $35-$70. Lady No. IV is enrobed in twenty acres of corn, forty bushels to the acre, worth thirty cents to the bushel; 800x30$240. Lady No. V has a mule colt suspended from each ear, at $15-$30. THE GOOD AND THE BAD.-The following true and pleasant passage occurs in one of Frederika Bremer's books: There is much goodness in the world, although at a superficial glance one is disposed to doubt it. What is bad is noised abroad-is echoed back from side to side, and newspapers and social circles find much to say about it-while what is good goes, at best, like sunshine, quietly through the world. 1 Domestic Economy. DOMESTIC HAPPINESS.-A connubial little sermon, from the text, "Be happy as you are," is thus preached by a cotemporary print: "Wife and mother, are you tired and out of patience with your husband's and your children's demands upon your time and attention? Are you tempted to speak out angry feelings to that faithful, but, perhaps, sometimes heedless or exacting husband of yours? or to scold and fret at those sweet and beautiful ones? Do you groan and say, 'What a fool I was to marry and leave my father's house, where I lived at ease and in quiet?' Are you, by reason of the care and weariness of body which wifehood and motherhood must bring, forgetful of, and ungrateful for, their comforts and their joys? O! wife and mother, what if a stroke should smite your husband and lay him low? What if your children should be snatched from your arms and from your bosom? What if there were no true, strong heart for you to lean upon? What if there were no soft little innocents to nestle in your bosom, and to love you or receive your love? How would it be with you then? Be patient and kind, dear wife: be unwearying and long-suffering, dear mother; for you know not how long you may have with you your best and dearest treasures-you know not how long you may tarry with them. Let there be nothing for you to remember which will wring your heart with remorse if they leave you alone; let there be nothing for them to remember but sweetness and love unutterable, if you are called to leave them by the way. Be patient, be pitiful, be tender of them all, for death will step sooner or later between them and you. And O! what would you do if you should be doomed to sit solitary and forsaken through years and years? Be happy as you are, even with all your trials; for, believe it, thou wife of a loving and true husband, there is no lot in life so blessed as thine own." The it will be the most effectual means of guarding against colds, and all the interruptions of the system, of which they are the fruitful source; it has a double effect, it beautifies and it fortifies the skin. In addition to the above practice, we also recommend bathing, whenever circumstances will permit it. We have no traces of the decline of this most invigorating custom, yet we know that it was a constant habit among the ancients. The Greek mythology represents the goddess of Love rising from the sea, evidently indicating that the pure stream is the source of beauty. Lycurgus, the iron-hearted Spartan, enforced bathing by his laws, and the streams of the Eurotas daily assisted in the ablutions of the maidens of Sparta. SEWING ON BLACK CLOTH.-To remedy the difficulty which persons with defective eyes experience when sewing on black cloth at night, the Scientific American directs: Pin or baste a strip of white paper on the seam of black cloth to be operated upon, then sew through the paper and cloth, and when the seam The black is completed the paper may be torn off. thread will be distinctly seen on the white paper, and drawing the stitches a little tighter than usual, good work will be produced. This method is well adapted for sewing by machinery as well as by hand. HOW TO PROTECT FURS FROM MOTHS.-The largest emporium for furs is, doubtless, Moscow; and apropos of the last-named city, we see it stated by one who was present at the first World's Fair in London, in 1851, when the furs from Moscow for the exhibition were being unrolled, he observed that each contained a swan's quill, one end of which was lightly corked. On inquiring of the Russian gentleman who had charge of the furs, he was informed that the quills contained liquid quicksilver, and were a certain preventive of the attacks of the moth. BREAD CAKE. To one cup of light-bread sponge, add one egg, one cup of flour, half a cup of butter, half a teaspoonful of saleratus, spice to your taste; stir well together, and put immediately in the oven; bake as for bread. INDIAN PUDDING.-Scald ten tablespoonfuls of Indian meal in three pints of sweet milk; add an ounce of butter, and sugar or molasses to sweeten to the taste. Bake two or three hours. THE PROPER CARE OF THE SKIN.-If the pores of the skin be stopped up, the operations of digestion must be impaired, acridity and corruption of the juices must ensue, ruining the surface of the skin, and laying the foundation for acute disease. great object, then, is to keep the pores open by cleanliness, and to give it tone by bathing and gentle friction; and here, at the risk of being thought tautological, we shall enforce the necessity of all persons-ladies especially-passing a wet sponge over the whole surface of the body every morning and evening, or, at any rate, every morning, commencing with tepid water, and adopting cold water as soon as they can bear it; then let the body be thoroughly dried with a soft towel, and rubbed with a soft flesh brush, or gently with horse-hair gloves; the latter, at first, will not be very pleasant, but in a short time becomes a luxury. This habit will not only beautify the skin, and give it that transparency of complexion for which the Roman ladies were so eminent, but you like. TRANSPARENT PUDDING.-Beat eight eggs very well; put them into a stew-pan with half a pound of sugar pounded fine, the same quantity of butter, and some nutmeg grated; set it on the fire, and keep stirring it till it thickens; put a rich puff-paste around the edge of the dish; pour in the pudding when cool, and bake it in a moderate oven. It will cut light and clear. You may add candied orange and citron, if |