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“At Eden’s Gate. (By A. M., 3 vols. Twinklelg & Co., London.) A silly, hysteri- cal, and vapid cxample : obviously the work of a very young person indeed. It is quite impossible to deal seriously with such a pro‘ duction ; we can only recommend the parents - ~- :- 1: A M n h. lynch writinE Mr. Meadowson thought he could make a. very fair guess at the purport of this sum- mons, but did not delay to speculate upon it. He despatohed a reply at once, saying she might expect him at noon the following day ; and he spent a sleepless night, making halfâ€"hearted eflorts to convince himself that the hopes which would insist in springing up again were foolish and vain. Nevertheless, his heartbeat very fast when he found himself once more confront- ed by the familiar face of the butler at No. 212. Mrs. Malden was not at home, but Miss Malden was, and had given orders to Show Mr. Meadowson into the library when he came. Thither he was accordingly con- ducted ; and there, seated amid a litter of newspapers, wearing an expression of the most abject misery, he found Alicia. She sprang up as he entered, and before he could ask what distressed her, betrayed the nature of her trouble with her first words. “ 011 Mr. Meadowson,” she cried, “ I wish Iliad taken your advice." Mivsxs Maldefi did not answer. She With- drew her hand from his, threw herself into a. chair, and hid her face in her handker‘ chief. Mr. Meadowson did not distress her with further questions. He put down his hat and took up the nearest, newspaper: it, was a copy of the previous day’s London Courier, and he turned to Lhecolumn headed “ New Novels,” never doubting what he should see; a. blue pencil-nmrk halfway down showed him what he sought. “ \Vhy. bless my heart; ! if she hasn’t pub- lished it after all 1” Thus Arthur Mosulauxv» Ion exclaimed, as he opened a package which he found upon his breakfast, talfie one morn- ing in July. He had not expected ever to see or hear anything more of Miss Mnhlen's novel ; and lo ! here it was, in Lhreeneat vol- umes, tastefully boundin dark green, with the title stamped in rustic gold characters upon the covers, as inviting a book to look at as any that ever gathered its deserved shx oud of dust upon Mr. Mudie‘s shelves. “ About your book ‘2 asked Arthur, thgggh 1}? 19d grésyed Ithe situatioxl‘alreafiy. He picked up, the topmost volume and glanced through it; the paper and print were of the best, and the whole workmanâ€" ship reflected the highest credit on Twinkleâ€" by & 00., whose name was visible on the back. The book had been got up regardless of expense ; and recalling a. remark in Mr. Twinkleby’s letter, Arthur guessed the secret of its splendour while he feasted his eyes upon it. ‘ \chswood‘s doing.’ he said, with a. bitter little laugh. ‘ What a. grand thing it is to be a. moneyed m an He sat down to breakfast, and having poured out his coffee, unfolded the news- paper as usual ; but after casting,r a careless glance over the summary of news, put it aside, and took 11p ‘ At Eden's Gate’ again. This time, something prompted him to look at the flyâ€"leaf ; and as he read the few conventional words Alicia had writ- ten there, he grasped their intention, and felt the blood rush to his face. She had forgiven him ; and lost to him though she was, the thought gave him an unreasonable degree of u pleasure. He cut a few pagesof the book, and propping it against the sugar-basin, began to read, eating mechanically the while. He was our- ions to see how Twinkleby had handled the story ; whether he had allowed it to run its own wild ccurse,or hadlaid a kindly restrain- ing hand on its vagaries. A very brief ex- amination showed how sparingly censorship had been exercised ;the spelling had been corrected, and here and there he found a pas- sage elucidated which he remembered as hav- ingl‘afiled his understanding in the manu- script ; but not one of the superahundant adjectives had been deleted, nor a single in- consequent phrase cut out ; and on every page italics and inverted commas broke out like a rash. The faithful publisher had re- produced the melancholy original in all its crudity. It had looked bad enough on fool- seap ; but now, exposed to the unfaltering glare ofprint, its weaknesseswere deplorably manifest. Arthur turned back to the title- page with a shrug. “I am most anxious to ask your advice about. something,” she wrote. “ If you could possibly escape from your work for a day, I should be so grateful if you would come up and see me. I shall be at home any day and hour you may appoint; but I earnestly hope you will be able to come soon." MissVM’aIdcn did not answer his letter; but as it had contained nothing that called for Ieply, this gave him no disappointment. He was beginning to forget the matter, when one day, afortnight after receiving the hook, the evening post brought a note from her which gave him not: I litt Ie aston- ishinent. He could not bring himself ta congratulate heron her approaching marriage to Mr. \‘Vegswood, for he felt that felicitatinns from himself “’Olllil be too transparently hollow; he therefore omitted all reference to the subject, quieting his conscience by the reflection that, as the news had only reach- ed him by & side~wind, she would take his silence to mean he was in ignorance of her engagement. “ Ah ‘. she has been content to let it go With only 1101: initials,” he muttured. “I rather think she will have reason t-obe thank- ful she did.” Having finished breakfast, he put away the book, andset outforhis oilieo. pondering over the termsinwhich he should m-‘znowledge the presentation. He did nut w mt to mar her enjoyment of success ; but he knew that a douhie motive had led Alicia to send him the novel, and was not inclined to admit that its pubiie appearance had caused him to alter his opinion of it. So he wrote. ex- pressing his gmtitude for the mark of for- giveness, which had given him sincere plea.~ sur . He praised the i'efined taste display- Na :u ”(A lu'nll;ns um: 5elm-m1 appearance of the book ; and added that his having read it in manuscript would in noway qualify the Interest with which he should peruse it again ; which Delphic utterance he had no douht would be accepted in its more flatterâ€" Ing interpretation. THE STORY OF A STORY. CHAP'X ER IV topmost volume and the paper and prim; BY EDWARD D. CUMING ‘ “ Well, I‘ve just seen the lady who wrote the book,”said Arthur, “ and I’ve come over to ask you not to send her any more of them. \Vegswood pressed for publication under some misapprehension, and the au- thoress is very much annoyed and distressed about it.” “ J. can quite believe it,” answered Mr, Twinkleby dl‘yly. “ I’ll give orders on the subject at once.” “"Thunks. Pray, do. Isuppose you have not sold many copies of the book ‘2” remarked Artllur, rising to g9. “ Barring those distributed for review and a batch we sent the aubhoress, nearly the whole impression is down-stairs. It was a. very small one, and I don’t think I’ve now got a dozen copies ready bound. I suspect the account will give Wegswood a shock.” Arthur Meadawson {El‘vently hoped it would, but did not say so ; and he travelled back to the West End, wondering how any sane man could have been guilty of such mon- umental imbecility as this. “ I know he confines his studies to the sporting papersand Rufis Guide,” he said to himself as he turnedinto Brook Street ; “ but surely he must know that it’s customary for newspapers to review novels ; and why 011 earth he insisted on having it published in the face of Twinkleby’s advice, passes me altogether.” But before she could begin, Arthur Memlowson tool: the paper gently from her hand. “it only pains you to read such things," he said ; “ and you surely can’t im- agine it gives me any pleasure to hear how your work has been ridiculed or abused. Nobody believes all a reviewer says. Re- sides, who is to know the book is yours? You kept it a. profound secret, and only your initials are on the title-page. ” “But it is not. a secret nuow,“ she said. “I have sent away copies to quite a. dozen peo- ple, and they are sure to Leil every one they know. And it; will be in all the libraries besides," she continued in a quivering voice. “ I shall never be able to show 153: face any» where again. Fancy meeting one’s friends after they have seen those ."’â€"with a shud- derigg gesture at the newspapers. ‘1 believe he wrote about it. I was away, and my partner Tweak would have opened the letter.” “ It seems my fate to have awkme (1 tasks thxust upon me, ” he mused.“ NowT L V0 got to tell her that she has to thank the 1:) all she’s going to marry for her trouble. I only hope I get out of it better than I did the last difficulty.” He found Alicia eagerly awaiting his re- turn ; and in answer to her inquiries told her that she would see no more critiques, and that only very, very few copies of the novel had been sold; so she might set her mind at A :‘ 'l‘winklebys. I asked them to send me all the critiques as they appeared ; and ”~ hero poor Alicia completely broke downâ€" “ theyâ€"they’ve»â€"beeu coming inâ€"-by every post, f0râ€"â€"days.” She pointed to a corner by the Window as she spoke; and there Arthur saw an untidy heap of juurnmls, some of which bore traces of rough hmhlling. “\th'at am I to do?" sobbed Alicia. “ Some of the things they say are simply awful.â€"I’ll Show you,” she continued, chuk- ing back her tem‘s and going over L0 the heap of papers. “ The Northern {felt} the worst ; just listen to this}: “ 153. they Won’t see them: Miss Malden. They may perhaps see what their own paper says,but it’s more likely they will not. More- over, such exaggerated, sarcastic censure as I read will evoke sympathy for you rather than derision.” Alicia. drew a long breath, and looked up at him gratefully. “ Do you rcally think that ‘3” she asked. At this juncture a. loud double knock at. the street door made her start. “ The post again l” she ejaculated with a. long sigh. . 1 “ He asked you to send all the critiques to the authoress, didn’t he ?” “ Who sends you these things '3 ” demand» ed Arthur indignantly, throwing aside the 1mm}? , _ . The [wit bifought three more newspapers for Miss Malden. She would have torn them open at; once, but Arthur Meadowson quiet- ly took possession of them. “ Do,” replied Alicia; “ and don’t he longer than you can help." She felt that hisprosence gave her heart to fact her trouble. He had nob once hinLed that he had “ told her so,” as another person might have done ; and she nursed a vague idea his visit to the publisher might somehow sLem the currom of hostile opinion. Mr. Twinklehy was in his office ; and when Arthur cxphxined his misaion, hchzul no hesitation in informing him how the novel had come to be uhlished. “I didnotmll Vchswood insomany words that it was all twaddle,” he concluded, “ because I knew the authoress was a. friend of his, and I didn’t wanL to hurt his feelings. But when I declined to do it out, he was so upset that I consented to do it for him. I never thought \Vegswood was so human ; he was foarfully agitated at the idea of my sending back the manuscript. He offered to pay any sum I chose to name for doing the work.” “ Now, Miss Mahlen," said Arthur, tal‘n ing up his hat, “ this kind of Lhing must be stopped. I am going into Llie CiLy to see Mr. ’l‘winkleby at once. I shall be back in a. couple of hours, and will see you again before I return to B-â€"-.” “ you are not going to see these until I have looked at them,” he said, stuffing his capture into his pocket. “ You sent for me to ask my advice, and I’m going to take what steps I can to save you further annoy- ance. If these critiques are of a. nature to give you any pleasure, 1’11 gipje them to you; otherwise, they go into n‘ne firei” Alicia. yieided. 11‘2": book had been con. dcmnml with sucii exasperut‘mg runarnimity that curiosity was almost S‘v’angled by this time: nevertheless, she deYoured every re- VieW as it came, in 1" ffiihrn hope that she might find a. good ' vim! idr some (they part than the covers. All the papers praised the binding ; and the majority drew. satirical comparisons between that and the dmtents. materials out of the child’s reach for the future. 'lexc hook is @aintin got up.” “ Thu]; i'c all like that,” she sobbed outâ€" “every onu. Oh, I do wish I had believed what you told me.” Art‘mn M mdowsou lowerchhe piper and stole a conmnssionate look over the top at the unhmmv zmtlmress, who met; his gaze wirh red 0 \Vhat course events might have taken had Miss Malden not been enlightened as to the means Mr, VVegswood had employed to publish her book,it is no part of our business to conjecture. \Vhat did happen, an hour after Mr. Meadowson had taken his depar- ture the sequence of our story requires ; we should here relate. Alicia sat down, and in- dited to Mr. Wegswood a temperately word< ed but very frank expression of her views on the subject ; concluding with a request that he would be good enough to inform her what sums he had disbursed, that she might im- mediately refund them. The effect of this letter was to bring the recipient back to London by the first available train. He came to Alicia to explain,apologise, and sue for pardon, with an energy of humilia- tion which proved his sense of the injury he had done his cause ; but he soon understood that any chance he might have had of winning the lady’s hand was fatally wrecked, Alicia admitted that her eagerness to see the novel published might have misled him ; she quite believed he deeply regretted the results of his short- sighted zeal. and these she would have over- looked. But she could not and would not forgive him for having practiced upon her eredulity as he did : he had misrepresented and concealed facts which would have con- “ 1 never asked you to have some lunch, Ir. Meadowson," she said. “I told the servants to keep it on the table for you ; so come into the diningâ€"room. I’m not going to bother you with my worries any more “my ;_ I want to hear about yourself.” It was a myth, but not wholly without foundation. Mr. Wegswood had carried out his project, and on the day which hrought Alicia the copies of her novel from Twinklehy’s he had laid his fortunes a ‘ her feet. The occasion was well selected. Alicia was too blissfully happy to inflict pain upon any one that day ; and as she could not say “ Yes,”sought to spare his teelings by pro- crastination. She was not prepared to give him an answer, she said, and hoped he would not press her to do so. She would suggest that they should continue to be friends only, for the present. To this, Mr. \Vegswood, albeit not a little astonished at the lady‘s unreadiness, had acquiesced, and stated his intention of renewing his proposal on some future day. Alicia did not realise that in thus temporarily disposing of the subject she was riveting her chains upon him; and we fear that she gave it very little thought afterwards. Mr. Wegswood, seeing the situation in 1113 own light, accept- ed it with more philosophy than might have been expected ; she meant, of course, to marry him eYentually, but wanted to im- This was the position at the time of Arthur’s visit in connection with the crit- iques. Mr. “'egswood was not in town just then, it is to be noted ; some domestic calamity had taken him away to his mother’s place in Berkshire, a, few days after “ At E(19n’sGate”appeared, and he knew noth- ing of the annoyances his publication of Lhat Work had inflicted upon the authoress. A crushing weight had been lifted from Arthur’s heart by Alicia’s flat contradiction 0. her reported engagement, and he ad- dressed himself Lo his now greatly simplified tIlSk of explanation without furthgr hesita- tion. Alicia. heard his story in silence, listening with (lowncast eyes and hands tightly pressed together ; nor dare she speak when he had finished. She was comparing the truth with Mr. \Vegswood’s circumstantial inemlncity about his interview with the publisher, which she had so implicitly be- lieved. He hadmade a. fool of her, flattered her \‘(LIth with pretty stories, blind to the results his idiotic behaviour would bring upon her. Several minutes passed before she awaken- ed 1mm this train of thought, which Arthur Meadowsnn did not interrupt. At length she looked up, and with a long-drawn sigh dismissed the matter from her mind in favour of more prosaic affairs. Although he lingered until late in the afternoon to see Mrs. Maldon, she failed to appear ; and at four o’clock he bade Alicia good-bye, and set out for Viol )ria, after the longest and most confidential talk he haul ever had with her. If his run up to town had brought comfort to her, it had been i-oduetive of inunitu joy to liiiusell. Not only had he reestablished their old friend- ship on the firinest basis ; he had learned from her lips that her engagement to Mr. Wegswood was a myth. “Please explain about, the muovel," she said, pointedly reverting to the topic. Oxfllearing that. Mrs. Madam was expected to return at any moment, Arthur consented t9 stay, and he ate his lunch, tended by Ali- 01a. “ I suppose it is not quite conventional for me to entertain a. young man by myself,” she remarked - “ but I owe you a. great deal for all you have done today.” Arthur’s services had nog been of a very practical nature ; but Miss Maiden gauged their value by effect. She had been unut- terably wretched for the last day 01- two-â€" ever since that storm of newspapers had brokenâ€"and his method of dealing w1th her ttoublc had been, as she told her mother later, rpartlcnlur‘xy “ nice. ” pressvhim with a proper sense of her value by repelling the first attack. Mrs. Maiden, to whom he confided the result of his pro. posal, was only too willing to confirm him in this theory ; audmothcr and lover, there~ fore, patiently lay on their oars to await the turn of the tide. Alicia. hit her lips with suppressed anger, but_§aid no more 0711 the subject: _. _ “ It’s rather a delicate thing for a. man to do,” he said awkwardly, “ to interfere be- tweenmâ€"I believe I ought to have con- gratulated y0u-your engagement~â€"Mr. \\'egswood ;” he got out the words with an ellnrt, blushingpurple as he did so The lluencv of Alicia.’ 5 reply took him utterh aliaclz. “I’ m not, engaged to Mr. W egs“ nod, ” she said angrily. ‘ ‘lt’s too had, the way people talk. Who told you such an null'ulh ‘3” “ML Twinkleby. I understood that his infonmtioncame direct from Mr Wegswoud ; but may he, {Instrakenfr’ _ rest about the danger of her friends obtain- ing it, an the libraries. “ 0f cuurse you told MnTwinkleby 011 no account, to sell any more 2’” said Alicia. “ I could not (lo that, Miss Malden. You see, Mr. Wegswood published the book £le his own expense, and no one has any r1ght”-â€"â€" “ Mr. \Yegswood did what !” demanded the young lady with flashing eyes. “ \Vhat do you mean ?” “ Another fiasco,” said Arthur sotto race. “ No help for it.” “Please explain yourself, Mr. Meadow- son,” commanded Alicia. “e need not linrrer over the sequel to this vemeioushistoiy. Mi. Meadouson 105111111311 his v1sits to Brook Street with Mrs. Mul- den’s full concurrence. 5111 had learned from Alicia what danuuunfr iesults the youno' 111111 s services to 1101 111111 brought upon him, and her sympathy was not deal eased by the indignation she felt against Mr. '1Vegswood. The revelation of Alicia’s great secret had not disabused her mind of her old themyâ€" that Arthur Meadowson and her daughter had loved each other; and 11s Alici1w had given Mr. \V egswood the come he deserved, she nave up her (1103.111 of becoming a. peer s mother-111411111111thp'rfeetunselfishnessand watched the young author’s progress with equal interest. Before the Maldens left town that year, Alicia. discovered that to respect a. man is a. step towards loving 111111, and she soon took the next. As her mother promises to smooth out pecuniary difficulties, we have every reason to suppose she will shortly take the third, and “ ohey.” [Tun nun] The publication of general Booth's “In Darkest England” produced even in high circles a brief but lively spasm of sympathy and subscriptions rolled in. The patronage of a few aristocrats had the effect of pro- longing the zeal of middle class philanthro- pists, and for a few weeks the prospects were good that all the money the General asked forâ€"$500,000â€"would be forthconr ing. But chill has followed fever. English practical sense began inquiring for guaran- tees as to how the money should be invested ; how it should be prevented from becoming private property and what the Salvation Army had to show for its gigantic pretensions to undertake the collossal scheme, amount- ing in efl’ect to a reorganization of society on strictly ideal and perishable lines. Skeptics, lead by Professor Huxley and the Arch. bishop of Canterbury, appeared in print denying the truth of General Booth’s aver- 1nents about what had already been ac- complished. Economists pointed out the folly of undertaking model farms in distant colonies. Historians recalled the uniform failure of similar utopian enterprises. Moralists objected to ofl'ering the idle and vicious all the necessaries and many of the luxuries at the expense of th lindus‘rious and virtuous. Lord Derby ostentatiousiy denied that he had subscribed. Stone after stone has fallen out of the newly made foundation of Salvation on paper. The fever was short but the chili is likely to be long. ShcA could not refrain from firing ths last oblique shot, when she remembered What she had sufibred ; and it {unswered its pur- p056 by blil "'ng the unylvarbdut int/uncic w to an immediate close. Mr. VVerrswood said no more; he raised her hand to his lips, and left the room, creepmg down- stai1s and out into the street with a meekness of deport- ment which obscured his identity. This phase of his disappointment, how- ever, (lid not remain for long in the ascend- ant; the thouo'ht that Arthur Mendowson had broutrht this disaster upon him, 1ankled in his b1east;a.nd such black ingmtitude from a man who might almost be called his private pensioner made him vindictive ; he had no scruples about gratifying his thirst for revenge, and he lost little time in doing so. Hence, a. week after our hero’s trip to town, he received an official communication from Mr. Watson briefly advising him that his services would be dispensed with at the end of the following month ; or, if he found it convenient to leave at once, no obstacle would be thrown in his way. Arthur Meadowson was not altogether unprepare‘? for some display of his patrons ire ; but he had not anticipated that he would wreak his vengeance so spitefully as this. He was somewhat surprised at his employer’s sub- servieuce to the young brewer, knowing nothing of the financial secrets of the syndi- cate. He received his dismissal with (lig- nity. elected to take a month’s salary in lieu of notice, and in a very few days was once more installed in his old lodgings, engrossed in his literary work. “ I scarcely thought, Mr. \Vegswood,” said Alicia. gravely, “ that you would ask me to speak more plainly than I have done. I cannot respect any one who tries to please by double-dealing. The truth may he (lis- agreeahle to near, and I did nob like it, I confess, when itwus told me about my book. But I honour a. man who has the coum e to say boldly what he thinks, regardless 0 the consequences. ” Fifty-one thousand dollars was given in prizes by the leading yacht clubs in Eng- land last season. The London Economist, usually a shrewd political observer, has an article in the last number which tries to forecast the course of the English Liberal party under the present trying circumstances. It foresees the reten- tion by Parnell of about half his present fol- lowing in the House of Commons, increased difficulty on Mr. Gladstone’s part, however, of securing the support of the two Irish fac- tions in divisions on any subject, or in nego- tiating with them, and increasing impatience among Liberals of all shades of opinion under the Home Rule burden. But it also foresees, should Mr. Gladstone decide to con- tinue in public life, a. great recrudescence of radical humanitarian feeling, and of interest in schemes for the improvement of the con- dition of the working classes, which might be used to save the Liberal party from great disaster though it probably would not save it from defeat at the coming elections. To sum up, it predicts a. “postponement” of Home Rule by the Liberal leaders and re- liance for the present on attempts to do something for the poor. But it anticipates a continuance of the present Ministry in office in the next Parliament. And Mr. VVeéswood, standing before her, limp but not languid, received this flagel- lation in submissive silence. When it was over he begged Miss Malden to say what reparation he could make ; he would do any- thing in the wn‘ld to recover her good opin- ion and friendship. Alicia was sorry, but he could do nothing, save render an account of the expenditure he had incurred, and direct the publishers to act upon their instructions in respect, to the unsold copies of the book ; Mr. Meadowson had been up in town yester- day, and had done everything for her that could be done. The mention of his lival’s name made Mr. \Vegswood turn pale ; he forgot, the unlucky book, and in a hungry whisper implored Miss Malden to say that he might stillâ€"â€" hope. vinccd her, as they should have convinced him, that the bofik was not good enough to publish. He had consistently deceived her about it; he had treated her like a child, telling pretty stories simply to please her, and she had only found him out by accident. A Chill has Followed. 0110 motion more before you are through. Press hard on the ribs while you count; 1, 2 Repeat motion 1, motion ‘2, motion 3, Until a. return to life you can see. Repeat the jerk gently two or three times more, And lower each time to the ground or floor. Next; raise up the chest as high as can be And hold while you’re counting l, 2, 3. Turn the patient upon his face, And under the forehead the left hand place, Grasp by the waist and most earnestly strive To lift while you count 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. As soon as he breathes get him to bed, Applying hot bricks to the body and head. Rub briskly until the skin is bright. pink. Then give him a. cup of hot milk to drink. At last there appears a prospect 01a gen- eral and uniform movement in favor of pro- hibition in the country. The Presbyterian, l‘Jcthodist and other churches, have taken action in the line of petitioning the House of Commons and the Sen-ate fo ‘ a law pro- hibiting the manufacture, importation, and sale of all alcoholic liquors for beverage pur~ poses in Canada. Over 30,000 petitions to this end will be sent out to different denom- inations. This is undoubtedly the most ex- tensive movement that has ever been made in this country, if not in the world. his entree to the stud. It appears he has constantly rubbed at his bandages until he finally made an opening for his eyes, and then this accomplished, he ceased to try to rid himself of his head gear. Such instiut is worth of a human, and is as wonderful as the restorationof his eyesight which is be- lieved to be without a parallel in equine history. It is to the credit of the government at Ottawa that it is taking active measures to meet the wishes of the Imperial government as regards the adoption of stringent mean sures for the protection of cattle at sea. In response to urgent representations from the Colonial office, the Minister of Murine has submitted the draft of a bill that the Domin- ion l’arliement will be asked to pass at the coming session. Some amendments are yet possible, seeing that Mr. Plimsoll, M. P., better known as the seaman’s friend, is now on his way to Canada. to consult with our government in the premises. Eighteen hundred and eightynine was a year of disasters. Eighteen hundred and ninety will probably be remembered in Can- ada, at least, as hangman’s year. Since January eight men have expiated the crime of murder on the scaffold. These were Smith {Lt/London, Davis at Belleville, Dubois at Quebec, Spencer at Kamloops, Birchall at \Voodstock, Day at Welland, and Blanchard and Lamontagne at Sherbrooke. The re. cord is a. said one enough. It is to be re‘ membered, though, that it comes after what might be called an epidemic of murderous crimes, to which the attention of the whole country had been attracted. It is to be trusted that it will be long before it sees such another year of such crime and its pun- ishment. A curious reason is assigned by it St. Petershurg correspondent in a. letter publish~ ed to-day for the assassination of Lieuten- ant«Genera.1 Seliverskoff at Paris. It ap- pears that at the time of his murder the General was engaged in makings census of the Russian residents in France. There are many of the Czar‘s subjects, persons of rank and fortune, who have left their country Without the necessary permit of the Imperi- a.l Government, and if official confirmation is secured of their residence abroad they run considerable risk of being visited with penalties involving the loss of station and pos- sessions. They have reason, therefore, to entertain very strong objections to the pro- jected census, and under the circumstances, it is, to my the least, peculiar that Colonel Cheremetiefi‘, who began the work of enum- eration, was found mysteriously murdered at his Parisian residence in the Rue Cau- martin last spring. sight that has ever come under our notice is told of the great stallion Onondaga, sire of many of the famous horses now on tib American turf. It appears 1 at a few years ago, upon the advice of prominent veterinary surgeons, Milton Young, of McGrethiana Stud, Ky., consented to an operation being perfoimed upon his young stallion, the aforesaid Onondaga, which consisted in chloroforming the horse and puncturing the ball of each eye with a. needle. The horse was afflicted with a peculiar disease, which rendered him not only unmanageable but a. dangerous animal to groom, and noless than three men nearly lost their lives from the effect of his vieiousncss. The veterinarians called in by Mr. Young said the horse must be blinded by an operation or killed out- right. Being highlyprized in the stud at Me- Grarhiana, he (lid not want to lose his ser- vices,and therefore, as abovestated, consent- ed to the operation prescribed by the surgeons. Once done, a number of papers set up show! of cruelty to animals, and the superstitious predicted Mr. Young’s as a breeder. The latter has been controverted by the brilliant success oihis establishment, while Onondaga has become not only a. great sire, but as gentle as a. lamb. New follows the startling announcement that his eyesight has return- ed and the great son of Leamingtonnow sees the world as at yore. Since the operation was performed, now nearly seven years ago, the horse’s eyes have always been kept con- stantly bandaged and the discovery that his sight was returning is in itself as remarkable i ‘ The most wonderful recovery of u. horse’s l , The Behring sea. dispute may yet make serious trouble if the words of a prominent Canadian officer are to be believed. “ The matters,” this man remarked, “ bear a. graver aspect now than at an) time during the negotiations. The Americans seem determined to make this international ques tion a, matter of public politics. Hill taunted Blaine With backing down in the face of Lord Salisbury’s threats, and Blaine seems inclined, by the reports we get from \Vashington, to adopt a. swash-buckler policy till after elections. If Blaine refuses to arbitrate the matter a very dangerous situation will be created. England will protect Canadian vessels plying any avoca- tion on what she considers to he the high seas. You can easily see how close to an actual state of warfare that will be.” It is to be hoped that any feeling of foolish pride will not be allowed to determine the solu- tion of this important question. Warfare should not be looked upon even as a remot. pOSSibility. ~ Wonderful Recuvm-y of a Horse’s Sight. A Poem on Resuscitation.