Boston is perfectly patriotic now, says the Boston Globe, with her red brick buildings, her white subway, and her blue stockings. Ney York's expenditure for schools, £9,000, 000 this year, is 50 per cenh greater than the amount the Spanish nation spent for education last year. The average pay of a teacher in Spain is $100 a year. The young men who go heroically "forward to a service where death faces them, where danger is sure, and where hardships ave inevitable, right- fully command admiration. They help to fan the spark of patriotism in any community into a flame. The last consular repcrt from the United States representative at Cor- unna, Spain, says that ‘‘the use of bicycles in Spain is not increasing; there is no demand for wheels, and bicycling is considered merely a pas- time for the That settles it; such a nation is hopeless; exclaims the the Chicago Times-Herald. rich.” The last blockade of Havana was by sn English fleet in 1762. The at- Lord Albe- marle, consisted of over two hundred tacking force, under vessels of all classes and 14,000 men. The Spanish army consisted of 27,500 men, and the defense was very obsti- nate. The blockade commenced June 6, but it was July 30 before Morro Castle surrendered, and August 14 be- fore the city capitulated to the Eng- lish. : Americans are great coffee drinkers. Statistics which have lately come to hand show that the aunnal imports of coffee into the United States aggre- gate 737,645,000 pounds, or more than ten pounds per capita. Most of our coffee comes from Brazil, Venezuela, Colombia and Costa Rica. For the year ending December 31, 1897, our importation Mexico, of coffee from the various sources of its production were as follows. Pounds. 542,857,205 58,913,154 25,833,870 20.989, 52¢ 19,300,381 11.569.772 11,001,03¢ 7,299,778 7.147.369 5,118,33€ Brazil Venezuela Uvolombia (esta Rica Guatemala Dutch East Indies Salvador... In round numbers, the cost of our imports of coffee last year aggregated $31,544,000. The passage of the Sixth Massachu- setts regiment through Baltimore in The hostility shown When the regiment went 1861 is historic. toward it was unbounded. Sixth through the same city recently, it was Massachusetts received with nnmeasured hospitality. The city was gayly dressed, and the streets were lined with people anxious to make their welcome as warm as the | hostility was thirty-seven years ago. ! 1 assistants, clever naturally and trained The men were pelted with roses in- stead of paving stones, with sweet words of fraternity instead of rifle- shots. Not from the citizens of their own state did the volunteers receive This typifies the York The old war is forever so great an ovation. new epoch, exelaims the New Independent. closed, the North and South are one; Baltimore and Boston are notapart in Our country is thoroughly united. glorious The demonstration-of that feeling and sympathy. new war is a great fact. The preparations for war have dis- closed something that should make every bicyclist reflect. Tt is reported from Washington that alarge majority of the militia volunreers rejected be- cause of physical unfitness are wheel- men who have used very low handle It is said that their double-up posture in the saddle has “bars habitually. produced abnormal conditions of the heart and spine which disqualify them While the re- the examining for the life of soldiers. ported discovery of surgeons conflicts somewhat with the statements of physicians who have investigated the bodily soundness of professional racing wheelmen, it is How can a rider assume the humped, dromedary- «like position of the scorcher without dangerously * affecting his back and cramping the organs of his chest? Perhaps the explanation of the health- iness of racing wheelmen lies in the by no means a surprise. fact that, in most cases, they were ex- ceptionally well qualified for the race track before they entered upon a pro- fessional career. The police authori: ties of Washington have endeavored "lately to reform monkey-backed wheel- men by making it unlawful for them to ride with their handle bars more than four inches below the: centre of tho saddle. This ordinance is based onthe fact that the scorching attitude is not only unbecoming, but also pre- vents the rider from seeing objects anead of him. - was very case of real difficulty—I've one or my Oh. east-by-north the strong breeze blows, The sea drives west-by-south; Far out the thickening cloud-rack flows Across the harbor’s mouth; Aloft the rippling bunting plays, The ratlines whistle shrill; And down the sky the gray gulls fly * Beyond the darkening hill. A SEA.SONG. Then loose the sail to greet the gale That crisps the searrying wave, And bless the breeze that lifts the seas The ship's stout sides to lave: Let breakers roll, or fog-bells toll, Or decks be dashed with foam, Through cloud and spray she'll cleave her way And bear the seamen home. — William Higgs. It was Morton—I mean Montagu! Morton, the well-known dealer in pre- cious stones —who told me: this story. | I was talking to him in his dingy of- | fice and was struck by the almost in- credibly careless way in which he | dealt with some valuable diamonds. Yes, he owned that he was careless. He assured me that he never registered any letter or parcel, however valuable, | and yet had never lostanything in the | post. He did not keep a light burn- | ing all night or use an electric alarm of any kind or give any special orders to the police. Yet he never lost any-| thing. by burglary. ‘“‘And yet this place is perfectly simple—outer door, passage, inner door to clerk’s room, | opening into my own office, which in | turn opens into the strong room. It’s wonderful that the burglars never try it.” I suggested that he had used pre- cautions of his own—watchmen, pri- vate detectives. Montagu Morton smiled. ‘Ah!’ he said. “Ever hear of Roynal?”’ I have heard of him. Seeing that Roynal advertised his detective agency in every morning paper every day it would have been difficult not to hear of him, and I said so. Montagu Morton unlocked and opened a drawer in his writing table. He took out a leather tray, divided into compartments, and from one of the compartments produced a green stone, which he handed me. ‘“What do you make of that?” “‘An emerald.” “All green’ stones ave emeralds to you,” said Morton. ‘It is. not an emerald. It is an opal—a curious sort of opal — and worth whatever I can get for it. I would give £7 or £8 for it myself, but then I never give what a thing is worth —otherwise I could not live. However, that is not the point; the point is that if it had not been for Roynal the stone would not have been in my possession today.” And then Montagu Morton told me the story which I here tell” again. When a grocer has his silk umbrella stolen by a tramp he goes to the po- lice. When an English countess lends a pearl necklace to her sister-in- law and the. sister-in-law returns it with the four principal pearls re- moved and excellentimitations substi- tuted, the countess goes to Roynal. She wants her pearls just as much as the grocer wants his umbrella—prob- ably even more—Dbut the countess does not want publicity and scandal. Roynal, engaged on these pearls, called on Morton for someinformation, which Morton gave him with his cuas- tomary good nature. As he talked, Roynal saw an opportunity for exten- sion of business. He mostly divided his time between complaining he had too much to do and endeavoring to get still more. He rarely worked on a case himself; he had any amount of by himself to do the actual work. It was only a case of exceptional difficulty and importance that would secure Roy- nal’s personal attention. It having become quite obvious to, Roynal that Montagu Morton must be frequently and urgently in need of a detective agency to take care of him, he took especial pains not to mention the fact at the time. But on the fol- lowing day he instructed an emissary and despatched him. The emissary fashionably dressed and in face was a little like Napoleon. And the card he sent in to Mr. Morton, by the hands of Mr. Morton’s cierk, bore the name of Mr. Michael Hayvers and in the left-hand corner ‘‘Mr. Roynal’s Detective Agency.” Introduced into the presence of Mr. Morton, Mr. Hay- vers began hesitatingly. He was sure that Mr. Morton would be glad to hear that the real pearls-had been recovered and that Mr. Roynal was taking them to the countess that morning. Mr. Roynal had desired Mr. Hayvers to thank Mr. Morton very warmly for the valuable informa- tion which he had so kindly given. Mv. Morton said politely that he was happy to have been of any use. “It has since struck Mr. Roynal that liis detective agency would be of constant use to you, Mr. Morton, in your business.” “Yes? And in what way?” “In tracing the history of any gem when you thought that necessary. In finding out the financial position of any purchaser far more quickly,surely and delicately than from the usual methods. In exercising the closest supervision over any workman en- trusted with the cutting or setting of valuable gems. In representing you at auctions and manipulating the aue- tion in your favor—in a thousand ways that would save you time, trouble and expense.” : “There are only two objections. Firstly, your terms are known to be very high.” “When we take up a single difficult case for a member of the aristocracy our terins are very high. When we work regularly for a man of business —much of the work being the merest routine—our charges are very moder- ate, exceptionally moderate.” “My second ohjection is that I am by no means sure-that you can take care of me as well as T can tak® care: of myself. You might bungle. Ina | advertisements— ‘Mr. { fails.’ | police detectives. mind at this moment—yon might fail aitogether.” “deally,”” said Mr. Hayvers, ‘‘that was an objection IT had not expected. In the las! ten vears we have not had one failure—not one. It's in all our Roynal never Now just let me have that case you've got in your mind, and if we do not sueceed no charge shall be made at all. Just let us show you what we can do.” Mr. Morton walked his room, meditating. It’s not: Hair on up and down you,” he said; i “vou couldn’t do it.” “Fry us.” What we can’t do in that way could be writtenon a threepenny bit.’ . At last Mr. Morton was persnaded to put his case: ‘“This morning I sent my clerk to my bank in Lombard street. In his absence I had. out on the table in my office a tray containing 20 opals. One of these was curious — of no particular size, butof an even green color, looking to the uninitiated almost like an emerald. I happened to go into the strong room for a min- ute. I was not there more than a minute, and I heard no sound in this room to make me suspicious, vet when I returned the green opal was gone. “The other 19 remained intact. Of course vou see what happened. The thief, whoever he or she was came in from the street and into my clerk’s of- fice, probably with some pretext ready if the clerk had been there and really intending to examine the place with a view to burglary. Finding the clerk’s room empty he peeredinto mine. That was empty, and the opals were on the table. It was the work of a moment to snatch that opal and get out into the street again. I want that opal back-—but I am perfectly certain no one will ever get it for me.” . “Is that your difficult case?” said My. Hayvers, smiling. ‘‘It is the merest child’s play. You may con- sider the opal back in that tray again. Let me first of all dispose of your own theory. to burglarize your place would not spoil his chances by first committing a comparatively trifling theft.” ‘Sudden temptation,” suggested Morton. “Then he would have taken 20 opals, not one. The fact that the stone was not an ordinary opal makes the case easy. The fact that only just that particular opal was taken shows that the thief was no ordinary thief and makes the case still easier. Don’t you see that the field of inquiry is narrowed down?” “I hadn’t thought of that,” said Morton, rather humbly. “Very natural. But in our profes- sion we have to think of such things, and we do think of them.” “I felt so sure that the case was des- perate,”’ Morton owned, *‘that TI had quite decided not to apply to the po- lice.” “Well,” said Mr. Hayvers,genially, “they might have found it for you. They’re very painstaking. I'm by no means one of those who sneer at the Of course, they cannot get the best talent.-that’s bought up. Mr. Roynal can very well afford to outbid anybody else for the best men. But to come to busi- ness”’—here Mr. Hayvers produced his pocketbook~—-‘‘let me take down the particulars.” Morton had no note of the size aud weight of the opal. However, he made a rough sketch and gave Mr. Hayvers the weight approximately and a minute description; he banded him a piece of tinted glass to guide him as to the color. “That will do perfectly, said Hayvers. “I should know the stone now if I saw it.” He obtained also a great deal of informa- tion about the cierk; Mr. Havvers 1 also seemed particularly curious about the | clerk. “Now, then.” said Hayvers, ‘‘we will begin with a little precautionary measure. A man will come trom us this afternoon, ostensibly to examine the electric lighting, in reality to make sure that the stone is not still in the office.” Mr. Morton objected. ‘“‘My clerk knows something of the electric busi- ness; he will find out that your man’s a sham.” ‘But our man won’t be a sham. He will really be a practical electrician. We have assistants in all trades and all ranks of life. I may tell yon, Mr. Morton, confidentially, that we have two duchesses in our pay at this mo- ment.” When Mr. Hayvers had gone, Mor- ton touched his bell, and his clerk, Smith, came in. Then did what may seem an thing. Smith,” he said, ‘‘you are going to be suspected of having stolen an opal.” ‘Certainly, sir,’’ said Smith. “That will be all at present.” Smith could not write shorthand or work a typewriter. He spoke no lan- guage but his own, and of that he was remarkably economical. Perhaps it was for this economy, coupled with one or two other qualities, that Mor- ton valued him. He mmst have val- ued him, for he paid him a salary of £200 a year. The electrician canite, examined and exhausted himself in his efforts to make Smith talk. He received ene indiscreet I In a burst of owned that he was a collector of | cious stones, had just bought a couple Be Be oe i Pc Be Bx 0 Bc ofc Bu 2008 | ] : alc hc af afc ac Bc he Bo a pe land would like Smith to look at thems THE TEST CASE. ; [was at | reply. { oped features of exceptional difficulty, { but Mr. I personal attention, | progressed that a satisfactory termina- | venience. | it convenient to call at once and was | shown into Roynal’s private room. | difficulty did not lie in | you imagined. { and I will not give you the name of | the opal —and here it is.” A thief who was intending | 01 3 | guarantee that if your legal claim to | that stone is disputed I will pay you | £50. will ! ture. | you much time and money to | opal exactly answering to that descrip | persons | Russia— that | every 500 subjects of the Czar is blind. | It is believed that this unfortunate | proportion | tion in France, England, | Ttaly and Spain is recorded as a little | less than one to every 1000 of popula- | tion. piece of information-—that Smith was going to the Earl's Court Exhibition that night. At the exhibition a fair-haired stranger-—got into conversation with Smith. The stranger did most of the | conversation, while Smith drank whis- key and sodaat the stranger’sexpense. confidence the stranger pre- Smith looked aud said *‘Good night’ and incontinently went up the Great Wheel. On the following day, while Smith Morton’s office, a fair-haired stranger called at Smith’s lodgings to correct the gas: meter. ‘“’E did { a deal of pokin’ about,” said the land- “lady. “Ah!” said Smith. Then a week elapsed, during which the workings of Mr. Roynal’s agents were wrapped in darkness. At ihe end of that time Mr. Hayvers called for a list of Morton’s customers (ladies | especially) who were in the habit of buying opals. “*You have a clew?” “We are drawing the nets closer. Patience for a day or two,” and Mr. Hayvers, who seemed very busy, left hurriedly. : : Mr. Morton exercised patience for asked Morton. | a day or two. A month passed without any news of the green opal. One’s patience cannot last forever, and Mor- ton wrote a short, sharp letter to Roy- nal, ordering him to relinquish 2) case, saying that he would haud it on i to the police and greatly regretting I that he had not done so at first. The letter promptly produced an apologetic The case had suddenly devel Yovnal was now giving it his aud it had so far tion could be guaranteed in 24 hours. Early on the following morning Morton received a telegram, ‘Opal recovered. Please call at your con- toynal.” Morton found “Your case was the most difficult I have had to deal with for three vears,” said Mr. Roynal, ‘‘though the the direction You cannot prosecute, thief. But yon wanted - your “If you don’t tgll me how you got it,I don’t see how I'm to be quite sure it’s mine.” “It answers your description, and ——but wait a minute.” Roynal wrote hastily on a sheet of notepaper and handed it to Morton. #There is my Is that satisfactory?’ Morton put the opal in his waist- | coat pocket with the guarantee. “It is very kind of you,” he said. “I have had your bill made out,” Roynal went on, ‘*and I have also had it receipted. I take this as a test case aud make no charge.” “It is, indeed, good of you,” said Morton. “All T ask=—and expect—is that you employ us regularly in the fu- » And then over Morton's fat aud usually solemn face tl @ e came an un- holy grin. “I shall neveremploy younagain, Mr. Roynal, because youn have this case. The story that I told your Mr. Hayvers was a fabrication from beginning to end. [I have never had an opal stolen. The whole thing was an effort of the imagination, a test for you. Aud you have failed.” “I could never have believed,’ said Mr. Rovnal, warmly, “that you could | have acted in such bad faith.” “Mr. Roynal, of what use!to me [ would a private detective be who failed | to suspect where suspicion was justi- fied? And what am I to think of a private detective who undertakes to find a certain stone, fails and procures a substitute which he attempts to palm off on his client? It must have cost find an tion.” “You will return Yovnal said, sharply. **1 think not. hfe your guaran- tee in my pocket. rood morning, Mr. Roynal.”—The Boston Guardian and Lincolnshire Independent. that stone,” Mr. Statistics of thre Blind in A Russia medical journal has just Europe, | published a series of statistical arti- | cles showing the number of blind per- | sons in Europe. Ffench scientists, while not doubting the truth of the fizures, consider them somewhat re- markable ; of the 302,000 totally blind in Europe, 192,000 are in is to say, one out of is equaled by no other The propor- Germany, country in the world. The Russian physicians who compiled the statistics attribute the great number of blind persons in | Russia to the bad hygienic state of Mr. Morton | peasant life, to the intense cold, and to the glare of the sun on the snow, which the Russian rustic takes pride in facing. It is reported that the total number of blind persons in the world is 2,009,000. An Aztee Eight Feet Tall. Professor Moorhead, the archwmolo- | gist, who has been exploring an Aztec | yuin three miles west of Phenix, Ariz, has d'scovered portions of the skele- ton of the human being whose stature he computes to have been about eight feet. He has also some well-preserved pottery and other utensils used by the early dwellers in the valley and which be found in the ruins. The professor is working in the interest of a sastern museum. —Cleveland Leader. tailed in’ i a eV ¢| CHILDREN'S COLUMN. ¢ The Land of Make Believe. I know of a dear, delightful land, Which is not so far away That we may not sail to its sunlit strand No matter how short the day; Ah, there the skies are always blue, And hearts forget to grieve, For there's never a dream but must come true In the Land of Make Believe. There every laddie becomes a knight, And a fairy queen each lass; And lips_learn laughter, and bright As the dewdrops in the grass: For there's nothing beautiful, bold That one may not achieve If he once sets foot on the sands of gold Of the Land of Make Believe! eyes grow brave and So apread the 2ails and away we go Light-winged (hrough the fairy straits: For the west winds steadily, swiftly blow And the wonderful harbor waits. : On our prow-the foam-flecks glance gleam, While we sail from morn till eve, All bound for the shores of the children’s dream Of the Land of Make Believe: — St. Nicholas. and Some Great Men, Hans Holbein, the Swiss artist, who lived the early part of the sixteenth century, was only sicteen years old when engaged in painting altar pieces for the churches of Basel, Switzer- land. Benjamin Franklin first discovered electricity by means of a kite made of two cross sticks, a silk handkerchief and a key. David Rittenhouse, the American scientist, born in 1732 and died in 1796, made the first calculation about eclipses on his plow bandle. His name is handed down by Rittenhouse square, one of the aristocratic resi- dence places of Philadelphia. Peter Paul Rubens, the great Flem- ish painter, was educated by his mother, to whom he attributed all his success. Polly’s Mirrors, Every Saturday Polly has to scour the spoons. That is all that mamma asks her to do, and it does not take much time, but Polly has always dreaded it so long beforehand, and grumbled so while she rubbed them that it seemed likesvery hard work in- deed. Every week it was the same old story, and you would think that the little girl was asked to clean the family plate in some old mansion. But last Saturday mamma heard her langhing all by herself in the kitchen, and asked what she was doing. “Making mirrors,mamma!’’ shouted Polly, gleefully. So mamma came to see. Polly was rubbing away on a spoon, and when it grew (uite bright and shiny, sure enough, there was a little mirror in the bowl of the spoon, and such a funny Polly reflected there, with very fat cheeks aud very small eyes, and no hair. When she moved her head her cheeks grew thin, and her eyes as large and round as an owl's, How Polly did langh! Then she scoured anothe® spoon, and soon there was another tiny looking-glass, and another (ueer little Polly, as funny as the first, When she had twelve of these droll little mirrors her work was done, and she was surprised to find that it was only play after all.—Youth’s Com- panion, Playtime in Japan, in every Japanese devoted to recrea- go out to sail their kites, which are amazing creations of bamboo and paper. A kite fight is an amusement sufficient to bring out the entire adnmlt population. Two kites, sometimes tive or six feet in diameter and belonging to rival boys, are sent up. The long tails of the kites have been covered with powdered made to adhere to the tails by means of glue or some sort of mucilage. The" fan consists in seeing which kite can longest escape with string uncut by the tail of its rival. As to handle these kites requires a great deal of skill and knowledge of aerial tactios the game becomes a very interesting one. The kite which is cut belongs to the victor —that in ease it does not go floating off through space. Mechanical toys ave popular. Almost every Japanese boy, provided he lives near a stieum, is expert in the mannfacture of water wheels and similar toys. Toy dealers abound, and Japanese pareuts are generous in their gifts of rin, a coin equivalent to the American cent. although only worth about two mills. The Japanese children have many games. Most of these are quiet and sedate as compared with those of European or American cliildren. The games ave largely imitations of the occupations and pastimes of ther elders. The afternoon town or village is tion. -The boys class, 18, A True Story. “Oh, if I were only a man!” ex- claimed Rebecca Bates, a girl of foar- teen, as she looked from the window of a lighthouse at Scituate, Mass., during the war of 1812, and saw a British warship anchor in the harbor. “What could you do?’’ asked Sarah Winsor,. a yoang visitor. ‘‘See what a lot of them the boats contain, and look at their guns!” And she pointed to five large boats filled with sokdiers in scarlet uniforms, who were coming to burn the vessels in the harbor and destroy the town. oT don’t care; I'd fight!” said Rebecca. ‘I'd use father’s old shot- gun—aeanything. How still 1t is in the town! There not a man to be seen!” _ “Oh, they are hiding till the sol- diers get nearer. Then we’ll hear the: shots and the drum.” “The drum!” exclaimed Rebecca. | is ee ——r “How can they use it? It is here. Father brought it home last night to mend. See! They are going to burn father’s sloop! Where is that drum? I’ve a mind to go down and beat it." As flames began to arise from the sloop the ardor of the girls increased. They found the dram and an old fife, and, slipping out of doors unnoticed by Mrs. Bates, soon stood behind a row of sand-hills. ‘‘Rub-a-dub-dub! Rub-a-dub-dub!"” went the drum; and ‘‘Squeak, squeak, squeak!” went the fife. The Americans in the town thought that help had come from Boston, and rushed into boats to attack the red- coats. The British paused in their work of destruction, and, when the fife began to play ‘‘Yankee Doodle,” they scrambled into their boats and rowed in haste to the warship, which sailed swiftly away.—DMail and Ex- press, An Affectionate Cat. There are many who would say that cats feel no genuine affection even for those who have treated them kindly. But, in my judgment, says a writer in Our Animal Friends, this opinion ig erroneous. An incident in my own life proves to my own satisfaction that cats do love those who treat them kindly, and that in no small degree. At about six or seven years of age I came into the possession of a gray kitten, which soon became a treasure to me. I looked after ‘Tom’ my- self, gave him his meals regularly — something, too, very often between meals—and lavished upon him a I the affection I could. Very soon he showed an affection for me which he bore to no other member of the family; in fact, ¢n more than one oc- casion he ran away from my brother, who was rather given to teasing him, and came to me for protection. I used to smuggle Tom to bed with me and hide him under the blankets until I was satisfied no one would come near me again for the night. Then would I drag him forth in triumph from his hiding place and Lng him closely to my breast, Tom show- ing his appreciation by purring loudly and diligently rubbing my neck and chin with his soft cheek. To my sor: row it was only once. in a long while that I was allowed this pleasure, as very often my mother in her final look at me for the night would spy my yet or hear him purr, and then Tom would be banished from the room. Sometimes, when particularly anx- ious to be with me, he found a way to manage it. During the night, if the window wasg.mot open, he forced his way through a pane of glass, and X awoke to find him nestling on the pil- low beside my cheek. This may sound incredible, but it is nevertheless true, and I think that Tom must have felt a deep love for me, or he would-not have been so eager to be with me. Of course he did not do this sort of: thing regularly, but I remember sev- eral occasions on which he did so. Every morning he visited me before I was out of bed, and we generally had our breakfast together. The school I attended was distant about two ‘miles. At first, though loth to leave Tom behind, 1t never occurred to me to take him with me. But after a time he sometimes accom- panied me, either sitting on my shoulders or in my arms or runing along by my side. During school hours he remained close by, outside in the At intermission” 1 souglit him out, and during the din- ner hour let him share my lunch. When school was over he accompanied me home. But he had not the oppor- tunity of doing this very long, becanse when [ was about ten years old I was sent to a school about twenty miles away, and then I saw Tom only about olice in three mouths. woods, The of the Skies. Lacaille has been justly called the true Columbus of the southern skies. Born near Rheims in 1713, aud left destitute at an early age, he was edu- cated at the expense. of the Duke of Bourbon ; having acquired proficiency in theology, like’ Laplace, he .aban- doned that profession for the study of science, and by the favor of Cassini became one of the surveyors of the coast from Nantes to Bayonne, and dn 1730 took part in the remeasurement of the French arc of the meridian. The perfection with which this work was done secured him admission to the academy of sciences, and a professor- ship at the college Mazarin, where he worked energetically in a small obsery- atory fitted up for determining the places of the fixed stars. While oc- cupied with this work he became im- pressed with the need of good ohser- vations of the stars of the southern hemisphere. Accordingly he proposed an expedition to the Cape of Good Hope, which was officially sanctioned and carried out with marvelous rapid- ity and success. Landing in April, 1751, at the cape, which was then a mere signal station for Indian vessels, he secured a location in the wild coun- try near the great Table mountain,and in fourteen months had observed the positions of nearly ten thousand stars with a degree of precision never be- fore attempted in that region of the heavens. The great catalogue which he formed from these observations was published in 1763, and reprinted in 1847 by the British Association for the Advancement of Science, and until within the last twenty years was the chief source of our knowledge of the southern hemisphere.—Atlantic Monthly. Columbus > Memarial to Caedmon. Caedmon, ‘‘the morning voice of England,” the monk who first sang of the creation of the world’s growth, is to have a memorial in the form of a Gothic cross erected on the old abbey heights on the chalk cliffs of Whitby. The inscription will be lines from his poem in Runie letters with a translg- tics in 3 ‘odern English, :
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