buses, and to be kept lighted by the conductors. Tables of fares to be put up inside and outside hackney carriages, and the driver must produce a book of fares when required. He is to be compellable to drive six miles from the place of hiring. A reasonable quantity of luggage without any additional charge must be carried. The Commissioners of Police are to appoint persons to enforce good order at hackney carriage stands. Printed bills, &c., are not to be put on the outside or inside of hackney carriages, so as to obstruct the light or ventilation, or cause annoyance to any passengers therein. All advertising vehicles are prohibited. Drivers of hackney carriages are liable to penalties for offences under this act, and the magistrates or justices of the peace are empowered to hear and determine offences; and in case of disputes, the hirer may require the driver to drive to the nearest police court or police station.-W. T. Love and Jealousy.-I have just had a little confab, Mr. Editor, with a fair disputant, who argues that there is no love without jealousy. Just give us your thoughts upon that little point-will you? and oblige-A SEEKER AFTER TRUTH. [Your handwriting plainly tells us that you are of the masculine gender; and as you are evidently 'young," we will explain. A person who loves truly (and mind, sir, that you form a just estimate of what "love" is,) is naturally and properly "jealous over that which is dearer to him (or to her) than aught else in the world. He watches over it with a protecting eye. It would be sad, were it otherwise. Where the treasure is, there will the heart be. Two people properly united, cannot be im-properly jealous of each other. They have so pure an opinion the one of the other-such an unceasing, unlimited, generous, ennobling confidence exists between them, that the "green-eyed monster" cannot by possibility find a place in their dwelling. not profess to love a man? In adversity, how few will show that they do it! When we are happy in the spring-tide of abundance, and the rising flood of plenty, then the world will be our servants, Then do all men flock about us, with bared heads, bended bodies, and protesting tongues. But when these pleasing waters fall to ebbing,-when wealth but shifteth to another strand-then men look upon us at a distance, and stiffen themselves, as if they were in armour. They try to make us keep aloof, by giving us a look that would freeze the blood of a Goliath. A good man in trouble is an eyesore to the world. In prosperity he is courted,-in adversity he is shunned. Misfortune is a crime. In a word, adversity is like Penelope's night, which “undoes all that ever the day did weave.' -ONE OF THE OLD SCHOOL. [You are indeed a man of observation! We cannot differ from you. You talk "like a book."] The "Wisest of Trees,"-The Mulberry Tree. The mulberry tree is universally known not to put forth its buds and leaves, till the season is so far advanced that, in the ordinary course of events, there is no inclement weather to be apprehended. It has, therefore, been called the "wisest of trees;' and in Heraldry it is adopted as a hieroglyphic of wisdom, whose property is to speak and to do all things in opportune season.-HEARTSEASE, Hants. A Curious Case of Voluntary Suspended Animation.-Dr. Cheyne, in one of his medical treatises, relates a case of voluntary suspension of animation, the accuracy of which is established by an irrefragable combination of evidence, of a man who could die, to all appearance, at any time that he chose; and after having lain a considerable period exactly as a corpse, was able, as it should seem, by a voluntary struggle, to restore to himself the appearance, and all the various functions of animation and intellect. It is to be inferred, from the latter part of the story, that the unnatural and painful exertion by which this person assumed the semblance of disease, produced at length a really fatal result. would be no longer mocked with impunity. The counterfeit corpse, a few hours after its revival, relapsed into a state which was capable of no subsequent resuscitation. The case is so interest Death "Goodness thinks no ill, where no ill seems," says Milton. For the converse of this proposition, see an elaborate answer we gave to a very worthy but hen-pecked husband, at page 379, Vol. II. of OUR JOURNAL. Jealousy can only exist in a depraved heart. An honest heart never would believe anything spoken to the disparagement of its "second-self." It would beard the tale-bearer to his teeth, and make the party (male or female) slinking and remarkable, as to deserve your giving it away like a convicted felon. Love and jealousy, therefore, should never be named together. If anxiety and tenderness were substituted for the word "jealousy," tell our fair debater (who we apprehend, good sir, is about to throw a silken string over your neck), we imagine the question will be satisfactorily set at rest. But when jealousy partakes of suspicion (they are too often twins,see page 22 of this present JOURNAL)-it becomes farcical to use the word "love" at all. Let us know, if this solution be deemed "satisfactory."] Faith and Friendship.-I think, my Dear Sir, you will agree with me (for you appear to have fathomed humanity to its very base), that Faith and Friendships are seldom truly tried but in extremes. To find friends when we have no need of them, and to want them when we have, are both alike easy and common. In prosperity, who will in all the details with which Dr. Cheyne presents it to his readers :-"The man could die or expire when he pleased; and yet by an effort, or somehow, he could come to life again. He insisted so much on our seeing the trial made, that we were at last forced to comply. We all three felt his pulse first; it was distinct, though small and thready; and his heart had its usual beating. He composed himself on his back, and lay in a still posture for some time. While I held his right hand, Dr. Barnard laid his hand on his heart, and Mr. Skrine held a clear looking-glass to his mouth. I found his pulse sink gradually, till at last I could not feel any by the most exact and nice touch. Dr. Barnard could not feel the least motion in his heart; nor could Mr. Skrine per ceive the least sort of breath on the bright mirror he held to his mouth. Then each of us by turns examined his arm, heart, breath; but could not, by the nicest scrutiny, discover the least symptoms of life in him. We reasoned a long time about this odd appearance as well as we could; and, finding he still continued in that condition, we began to conclude that he had in. deed carried the experiment too far; and at last we were satisfied that he was actually dead, and were just about to leave him. This continued about half-an-hour. By nine o'clock in the morning, as we were going away, we observed some motion about the body; and upon examination, found his pulse, and the motion of his heart, gradually returning. He began to breathe gently, and speak softly. We were all astonished to the last degree at this unexpected change; and after some further conversation with him, and with ourselves, went away fully satisfied as to all the particulars of this fact, but not being able to form any rational scheme how to account for it. He afterwards called for his attorney, added a codicil to his will, and calmly and composedly died about five or six o'clock that evening."-This is one of those curious facts that occasionally come under our notice; but for which our philosophy is unable to assign any reason.-JAMES T., Salisbury. New Glove-making Machine.-A complete revolution is about to take place in the manufacture of gloves in France. Two inhabitants of Grenoble invented, about the same time, a machine for sewing gloves; but, instead of competing with each other, they agreed to unite the advantages of each invention. One found means to sew mechanically the fingers of gloves; while the other, after sewing the remainder of the glove, was compelled to employ operatives to sew the fingers. The inventors, by combining the two machines, have produced one which sews gloves perfectly. This discovery has produced a great sensation at Grenoble, where the manufacturers were not able to supply the demand for want of a sufficient number of operatives.-W. R. Assumed Dislike of Birds to White Fruit. Birds appear to prefer red and purple fruits. The White Tartar Cherry, a fine, sweet-flavored fruit, is not liable to be injured by them; while other varieties, as May Duke, Bigarreau, &c., are constantly exposed to their attacks. The white-berried Elder escapes the ravages of the blackbirds, even when they have already cleared the bushes of the common purple-berried sort, and have nothing left but this. The fact is the more remarkable, because the white variety is so sweet. In the Dresden markets its fruit is sold for preserves, for which it is very well adapted. Fruit without color has probably the appearance of unripeness; and for this reason the birds refuse to try it.-Garten-und-Blumenzeitung. Grass Lawns.-The best and cheapest way to treat grass lawns, or banks that are subject to crack in dry weather, is-to fill up the cracks with any light sandy soil when they are most open in dry weather. Afterwards, roll the ground, when sufficiently soft just to allow the roller to make an impression upon it. But not when it is very soft; for if so, it will cause it to crack worse when it again becomes very dry. Persevere in filling up the cracks. If they are large, sow a few grass seeds upon the fresh soil. It will then soon become firm, and crack but little after the first year.—F. P. Parasitical Plants.-That there is a tendency in some climbing plants, not properly parasites, to become such under certain circumstances, there can be no doubt. The Convolvulus arvensis has been known to fix its papillæ in the stems of the plant around which it entwines itself; and that portion of the stem dying by which connection with its own root was maintained, it thus becomes a parasite. I am not aware that a similar phenomenon has ever been observed with the ivy.-G. J. The House-Fly.-A fly on the wing is no less curious an object than one on foot; yet, when do we trouble our heads about it, except as a thing which troubles us? The most obvious wonder of its flight is its variety of direction,— most usually forwards, with its back like a bird; but on occasions backwards, with its back downwards, as when starting from the window, and alighting on the ceiling. Marvellous velocity is another of its characteristics. By fair comparison of sizes, what is the swiftness of a race-horse, clearing his mile a minute, to the speed of the fly cutting through her third of the same distance in the same time ?-A Lover of Nature. Cultivation of Water-Cress on Dry Land.It is not generally known that this universally esteemed addition to the essentials of the breakfast table, for which we are in the habit of paying daily pence which, in the course of time, amount to a considerable sum, to itinerant vendors-may be grown by any one who commands a few yards of earth in a situation not fully exposed to the sun. A few plants may be procured from any of their natural habitats, and placed in the ground, where they will soon begin to grow. Of course, it is absolutely necessary to keep the new plantation perfectly shaded for a time; and if it can be always thus kept, all the better. Plentiful supplies of water at all times, when rain is not abundant, are also essential; but it is a mere fancy to suppose that a running stream is wanted. The plant may grow better in such a situation— probably it does. But that it is not necessary, I have had the fullest proof; having seen watercresses as luxuriant, or nearly so, as any that could be gathered in ditches and brooks, grown on a damp, shady border in a kitchen-garden. Perhaps they were not quite so tender and delicate, but still their quality was such as to leave no room for complaint.-VIATOR. The Haddock.-The haddock inhabits northern and temperate latitudes. It is found in great abundance all round the coasts of Great Britain and Ireland. The largest haddocks have been taken in the Bay of Dublin and neighborhood. In all their migrations, they haunt together in immense shoals. They are not uniform in frequenting the same spot or locality, but change their haunts, not seemingly obeying any determinate law. This probably proceeds from a natural timidity of disposition, for the same characteristic is shown in their retreating into deep water during stormy or boisterous weather. During such seasons, indeed, the haddock conceals itself among the sea-weed at considerable depths, and it is not then to be taken even with hooks baited with its most favorite food; but it returns immediately to its former haunts upon the subsiding of the storm. These habits of the haddock sufficiently account for the necessity of keeping it in salt-water tanks, in order to supply the demand at such seasons, and the consequent high prices which are then demanded for it in our markets. This fish migrates in larger shoals than any other of the finny tribe, with the exception of the herring, and while in season is procured in great quantities. It begins to be in roe in the middle of November, and so continues until the end of January. During this period it approaches our coast in immense shoals to deposit its ova, when it is caught by our fishermen. It is consequently in best season about the commencement of this period. From the beginning of February, when its spawning is completed, till the end of May, this fish is slender in body, and thin-tailed, and is not wholesome as food. From the beginning of June till the end of September it retreats into deep water, where it gradually recovers its strength. The haddock ranges in weight from 1 to 14 pounds, for it has seldom or ever been found of more than the latter weight. The had lock caught on the Irish coast is said to be the finest in flavor, and is highly appreciated by the epicure. LECTOR. Minuteness of Matter.-Air can be rarified so far, that the contents of a cubic foot shall not weigh the tenth part of a grain. If a quantity that would fill a space of the hundredth part of an inch in diameter be separated from the rest, the air can still be found there, and we may reasonably conceive that there are several particles present, though the weight is less than the seventeen hundredth-million of a grain.-J. T. 19 Masculine and "Feminine." — The subjoined, from the "Comic English Grammar, is smart enough to ask you to register it in OUR OWN JOURNAL. There are certain nouns with which notions of strength, vigor, and the like qualities, are more particularly connected; and these are the neuter substantives which are figuratively rendered masculine. On the other hand, beauty, amiability, and so forth, are held to invest words with a feminine character. Thus the sun is said to be masculine, and the moon feminine. But for our own part (and our view is confirmed by the discoveries of astronomy) we believe that the sun is called masculine from his supporting and sustaining the moon, and finding her the wherewithal to shine away as she does at night, when all quiet people are in bed; and from his being obliged to keep such a family of stars besides. The moon, we think, is accounted feminine, because she is thus maintained and kept up in her splendor, like a fine lady, by her husband, the sun. Furthermore, the moon is continually changing, on which account alone she might be referred to the feminine gender. The earth is feminine, tricked out as she is with gems and flowers. Cities and towns are likewise feminine because there are as many windings, turnings, and with odd corners in them, as there are in the female mind. A ship is feminine, inasmuch as she is blown about by every wind. Virtue is feminine by courtesy. Fortune and misfortune, like mother and daughter, are both feminine. The Church is feminine, because she is married to the State; or married to the State, because she is feminine-we do not know which. Time is masculine, because he is so trifled with by the ladies.-There are some funny truths herein, Mr. Editor; and you know, as well as I do, that one must laugh, sometimes!-WALTER, Cambridge. [Walter! you really are a wag!] Instinct of the Swallow.-Five years ago, I noticed that a pair of these birds built their nest in an out-house attached to my premises, in which they reared two broods. I little expected, when autumn came, and they winged their flight to sunnier lands, that I should ever see them again; but the following spring they reappeared, repaired their old nest, and again produced two broods. The same has occurred every succeeding year; and they are at the present time in their old domicile. I confess that I am not very conversant with the branch of natural history to which these cheerful and active little twitterers belong; but it strikes me that this is an instance of remarkable instinct, if they are the same pair of birds; and which I should presume they are, by their coming each year to the same place.-F. W., Heath House, Hanwell. [Swallows, Nightingales, and Blackcaps, invariably return to their old quarters, year after year. They never cease to think of those spots where they have dwelt in peace and seclusion. We have had oft-repeated opportunities of verifying this most pleasing fact. The only danger they run, is from those indefinably base miscreants, the birdtrappers. These inhuman wretches have been more than usually busy during the present season. They have scarcely left us any birds to listen to, round London. We must seek them in the coverts, and the well-wooded preserves, if we would enjoy their harmony.] Love of Flowers.-In all countries, women love flowers. In all countries they form nosegays of them. But it is only in the bosom of plenty, that they conceive the idea of embellishing their dwellings with them. The cultivation of flowers among the peasantry, indicates a revolution in all their feelings. It is a delicate pleasure which makes its way through coarse organs. It is a creature whose eyes are opened. It is a sense of the beautiful, a faculty of the soul which is awakened. Colors, forms, odors, are perceived for the first time; and these charming objects have at last spectators. Those who have travelled in the country, can testify that a rose tree under the window, or a honeysuckle around the door of a cottage, is a good omen to a weary traveller. The hand that cultivates flowers is not closed against the supplications of the poor, nor against the wants of the stranger. Flowers may be called the alphabet of angels, wherewith they write on hills and plains mysterious truths.-HEARTSEASE, Hants. [This remark of yours, pleases us vastly, gentle HEARTSEASE. We quite agree with you, that people who love flowers, and who take pleasure in beholding the works of Nature, cannot be hardhearted. We sincerely hope that the “good time is coming," when fine feelings will not be arrogated by any particular class of society, but be common to all.] A Word for "the Poor Ass."-Just now, my dear Sir, when countless thousands are poured out to enjoy themselves, all over the country, let me put in a word for that most ill-used animal, the donkey. Whilst I am writing, scores of these poor, wretched animals, are suffering a martyrdom at Gravesend, Margate, Hampstead, &c. Bent nearly double by blows from a bludgeon, to gratify, I am sorry to say, the penchant of well-dressed women and girls, who consider it "good fun" to see the animals wince-they lead a life of all but unceasing torture. The subjoined, by your own favorite poet, Clare, will just now be quite "in season." May it have some effect! Look at that ill-used Ass! Poor patient creature! how I grieve to see Thy wants so ill-supplied-to see thee strain And stretch thy tether for the grass in vain, Which Heaven's rain nourishes for all but thee. The fair green field, the fulness of the plain, Add to thy hunger. Colt and heifer pass, And roll, as though they mocked thee on the grass, Whlch would be luxury to the bare brown lane Where thou'rt imprisoned-humble, patient Ass! Cropping foul weeds, yet scorning to complain. Mercy at first "sent out the wild ass free,' A ranger "of the mountains; " and what crimes Did thy progenitors, that thou should'st be THE SLAVE AND MOCKERY OF LATER TIMES? That must be a hard heart, which could look quietly on, and never use one word of remonstrance whilst witnessing the heavy blows which daily fall on these poor animals !-Puss. [We gladly insert your remarks, Puss-y, which do you honor; and we sincerely hope they will effect some good.] Umbrellas and Sticks.-Well done, Mr. Editor! That article of yours, upon "Ladies and their Parasols," was capital. It came home so to every body's observation! It has been copied into nearly every newspaper in the provinces. But why do you not have a rap at the old fellows and young fellows, who go about flourishing their umbrellas and sticks in the public streets? Placed under their left arm, and projecting fearfully behind (whilst their owners stand at this season lounging at the corners of our public streets), these instruments scatter danger far and near. Nor are they less dangerous when introduced in omnibuses; for they fly off at a tangent from one end of the vehicle to the other, to deal out a blow on the conductor's arm-punishing, in transitu, the nose or cheek of whoever may happen to sit out of the even line. Our rising youth, and our peripatetic old fogeys, deserve chastisement quite as much as our 46 'flourishing women." I wish parasols, umbrellas, and sticks, were contraband. At all events, it is no more than right that people who use them should be well "drilled" before being let loose upon the public. To escape mutilation, it is requisite (as you say), whilst travelling in a public vehicle, to cover your face with both hands. A scratched face, I hardly need tell you, often leads to very unjust suspicions.—A FELLOW SUFFERER. We Table-moving, Table-turning &c.—In connection with this silly tom-foolery, in which all kinds of men have taken a prominent part, I send you some curious remarks that appear in the Leader, a paper which very properly demolishes all the crazy theories of the day, as they arise. “Table-moving," says the Editor, "is still active, though Faraday's authority has cowed the majority. No delusion can fairly be dissipated, so long as people believe what they see,' and 'fancy' they see, when in truth they infer. We were much amused last week by this example of 'evidence of the senses.' Walking down the Strand in company with a friend, we were both surprised at seeing in a bookseller's window Bleak House lying open in the unmistakeable shape of a thick octavo volume. Our knowledge that Bleak House was not yet complete, and therefore could only be seen in numbers, not in volumes, made us doubt the evidence of our senses. looked again and again. There was the volume evident enough, unmistakeable! What could it be? It turned out to be the last number of that work laid open on an octavo volume; but so nicely adjusted, that the two seemed one! We both laughed at this deception of the senses, and agreed that had not our previous knowledge corrected the report of the senses, we should have been willing to swear we had seen in a bookseller's window Bleak House bound in one volume. Had we said so to any one, knowing that such a thing was unlikely, should we not have considered him hypercritical in replying, No, my friends, you saw nothing of the kind; but from certain impressions made upon your retina, you inferred that a volume of Bleak House was before you?'"-Just so are we deceived by a conjuror, or juggler. Monsieur Robin did things far more wonderful than this turning of the tables. So great is the power (as you have before observed) of" the imagination!"-LYNX. [What with Table-moving and Spirit-rapping, we bid fair to rival America in insanity and folly. We have lately been to a Spirit-rapping Soirée. The lady medium however (a woman of a superior presence), was so polite to us, that we really shall not attempt to run her down: and as she made no "charge," we shall simply continue to laugh on. It is a clever trick to see once.] "Our Journal" and the Booksellers.-It is to be regretted, my dear sir, that you cannot prevail upon the country booksellers to keep (even though it were never so small) a supply of OUR JOURNAL on their shelves. If six copics be required by "subscribers," they procure six from London, and no more; so that it is in vain to try to procure either an extra monthly part, or a half-yearly volume. They do say they will get it." But this involves very much delay. Can you not appoint "agents" in the principal towns of England?—JOHN L., Manchester. ["Agents," sir, are worse than useless. We have tried the system, and it has failed signally. Instead of receiving benefit from them, they do us--strange as it may appear-far more harm than good. Besides, they will never come to any settlement with us. We have actually been obliged to "present" one of our Dublin agents with the copies he has had from us! He will answer no letters, he will render no statement of account. This has quite sickened us. We have therefore made sundry sacrifices, and so put an end to this mode of doing business. We have now many friends and readers among the three learned professions. The influence of these (the clergy in particular), among their connections, is considerable; and we have determined manfully to ask their co-operation. The continuance of OUR JOURNAL in the land of the living, rests entirely in their hands. Our exchequer (we have never concealed the fact), is unequal to do battle against the hosts of little difficulties that beset us. There is no doubt that all the JOURNAL now requires is-extended publicity; and if our good friends will assist us in this matter, we have no fear whatever of breaking down on the road. However, be it as it may, our final determination is recorded at page 9 of the present number of the JOURNAL. Necessity knows no law."] What is the cause of a distinctly-heard Echo? -In many parts of England, Mr. Editor, and in the vicinity of London in particular, certain remarkable echoes are to be heard. Can you at all explain how they are so "perfectly" produced? It puzzles me not a little; the more so, as in several instances no rational cause appears assignable.-HELEN W. [You are not the only person, fair maiden, to whom these matters are a puzzle. Only last week, whilst we were accompanying the "Thames Conservancy Association" in their Excursion up the river—a rich treat that! we were sadly puzzled to account for a most beautiful and singularly-harmonious echo, produced in a certain spot between l'utney and Hammersmith bridges (on the Middlesex shore). There was, of course, a firstrate musical band on board. One of the gentlemen musicians (let us call him "Sir Cornet-àPiston",) stood on mid-deck, and discoursed on his instrument music worthy of the spheres. The shore took up "the refrain," and sent back the melody with even an increased sweetness to the ravished ear.* There was a loving contest between land and water to keep the heart in tune. The strains, even yet, float on our memory; and we feel as if we were still gliding along that silver stream, the margin of which was illumined by the golden rays of our attendant sun- glorious in the mightiness of his great power. Amongst all the party-a large one, no individual present could explain what produced so perfect an embodiment of reverberating sound (for such it must be), nor how so large a volume of music could be so truthfully reported, and come home so "naturally" to everybody's bosom. Can any of our readers solve this riddle ?] Perfumery. The prevailing penchant among women for rendering their persons "attractive by means of scent, is too well known to admit of dispute. Whether this be strictly natural, or * We should mention the fact, of this particular spot being " noted" for producing an echo. extra desirable, or needful,—it is not my province to inquire, Mr. Editor. I merely state the ordinary fact." This hereditary weakness among the fair sex, has created an enormous trade among the growers of flowers; both here and abroad. Some idea of the importance of perfumery as an article of commerce, may be formed when I state, that one of the large perfumers of Grasse, in France, employs annually, 80,000 lbs. of orange blossoms, 60,000 lbs of cassie flowers, 54,000 lbs. of rose leaves, 32,000 lbs. of jasmin blossoms, 35,000 lbs. of violet flowers, 20,000lbs. of tuberoses, 16,000lbs. of lilac flowers-besides rosemary, mint, lavender, thyme, lemon, orange, and other odorous plants, in like proportion. Flowers yield perfumes in all climates, but those growing in the warmer latitudes are, it seems, the most prolific in their odor, while those from the colder are the sweetest. Though many of the finest perfumes come from the East Indies, Ceylon, Mexico, and Peru, the south of Europe is the only real garden of utility to the perfumer. Grasse and Nice are the principal seats of the art. From their geographical position, the grower (within comparatively short distances) has at command that change of climate most applicable to bring to perfection the plants required for his trade. On the sea-coast, his cassie grows without fear of frost; one night of which would destroy all the plants for a season. While, nearer the Alps, his violets are found sweeter than if grown in the warmer situations, where the orange tree and mignonette bloom to perfection. England, however, can claim the superiority in the growth of lavender and peppermint; the essential oils extracted from these plants grown at Mitcham in Surrey, realise eight times the price in the market of those produced in France or elsewhere, and are fully worth the difference for delicacy of odor. All our English perfumers, be it observed, are wealthy men. A few years suffice for the realisation of a princely fortune. Well may our ladies be designated "sweet" creatures, when so many millions of flowers annually contribute to their sweetness !-WALTER, Cambridge. [Walter we glory in having you for our ally. Go on!] The March of Intellect.-I have just seen a paragraph in the Leeds Times, which records such a curious novelty in the matter of bats and petticoats, that I conceive it worthy a place in OUR OWN JOURNAL. The women, it seems, will not be "feminine" any longer. They like our "habits" better than their own! But judge for yourself. The paragraph runs thus:-"A game of cricket, exclusively played by females (married against unmarried), came off on Friday week, at the village of Wales, near Rotherham! The extraordinary spectacle created quite a sensation, consequently there was a numerous concourse of spectators. The players wore Bloomer hats, trimmed with pink and blue, and decorated with rosettes of various kinds. The result of the game was as follows:Married, 21 and 15; unmarried 12 and 18."-After this, Mr. Editor, we may look for female rowingclubs, female pigeon-clubs, &c. &c. Women nowa-days seem quite disgusted with the quiet scenes peculiar to domestic life. Where will this end ?—— ARGUS, Oxford. [You have put a question, sir, that we are quite unable to answer.] |