appearance of, and in many instances are drawn from artificial flowers, and grouped without regard to time or season. Draw ing successfully from nature is not so diffi cult as is supposed, and the slightest sketch of the wildest flower gathered from a common is more gratifying to the eye of taste, than shadows of a shade,' however labo riously they may be finished."

Botany in Denmark.-Botany shares, with chemistry, the little attention paid to science in Copenhagen. It is indeed the favorite study in Denmark. It is taught in some of the learned schools; and be sides those whose course of study requires them to attend lectures on botany, there are also a few who study it as amateurs. I have seen (says a traveller) in North Jutland a party of half-a-dozen proceed ing along the road with their vasculums slung over their shoulders. But the value set upon it in general does not appear to be very great. "At the lectures which are given gratis," said Horneman, "I have perhaps a hundred pupils; mais quand il faut payer, ma foi! je n'ai qu'un vingtaine." "And what is the fee?" "Five dollars!" about 18s. English.

From the Travels of Mrs. Colonel Elwood.—I am inclined to think, that all we are told of the imprisonment of the seraglio is a great mistake. I suspect the Turkish ladies are under no more restraint than princesses and ladies of rank in our country; and the homage that is paid them seems infinitely greater. The seclusion of the haram appears to be no more than the natural wish of an adoring husband to guard his beloved from even the knowledge of the ills and woes that mortal man betide. Whilst he himself dares danger in every form, he wishes to protect "his lady-bird- the light of his haram," from all trouble and anxiety. He would fain make her life "a fairy tale;" he would not even let "the winds of Heaven visit her face too roughly;" and as we carefully enshrine a valuable gem, or protect a sacred relic from the profane gaze of the multitude, so does he, on the same principle, hide from vulgar ken his best, his choicest treasure-"his ain kind dearie." The Turks, in their gallantry, consider the person of a woman sacred; and the place of her retreat, her haram, is always respected. Nay there have been instances where persons have fled for protection to their enemy's seraglio, and been thereby saved. Gossamer.-It is generally supposed that the silver lines which cross our pathway in autumnal mornings, or the threads that hang, laden with dew-drops, from branch to branch, or from bank to bank of the murmuring rivulet, are the bridges by which the industrious spider travels from these opposite situations. A French na turalist has, however, just published a very ingenious statement, in which he asserts that the spider weaves himself a wing of network from limb to limb,-or, to speak scientifically, from anterior to posterior

extremities, as in the flying squirrel,-and that, by this contrivance, the insect can traverse considerable spaces, and leaves a thread behind for his evening return. It will be observed, that this does not exactly account for the "gossamer's wing" being seen from steeple-tops.

Method of obtaining the Skeletons of Fish.-Mr. Bluell's plan is to suspend a fish in a vessel full of water, into which he introduces a number of tadpoles, which devour the flesh, without injuring the bones. The tadpoles should be taken as small as possible; at the end of four and twenty hours the skeleton will be cleaned, but the water must be renewed several times.

Generous Book-Lender. Michael Be gon, who was born at Blois, in 1638, was possessed of a valuable library, which was free of public access. In most of his books was written," Michaelis Begon et amicorum," i. e. the property of Begon and his friends; and when he was once cautioned by his librarian against lending his books, for fear of losing them, he replied, "I would rather lose them than seem to distrust any honest man."

Literary Footmen. These consist of persons who, without a single grain of knowledge, taste, or feeling, put on the livery of learning, mimic its phrases by rote, and are retained in its service by dint of quackery and assurance alone. As they have none of the essence, they have all the externals of men of gravity and wisdom. They wear green spectacles, walk with a peculiar strut, thrust themselves into the acquaintance of persons they bear talked of, get introduced into the clubs, are seen reading books they do not understand at the museum and public libraries, dine (if they can) with lords or officers of the guards, abuse any party as low to show what fine gentlemen they are, and the next week join the same party to raise their own credit and gain a little consequence, give themselves out as wits, critics, and philosophers (and as they have never done anything, no man can contradict them), and have a great knack of turning editors, and not paying their contributors.

The Age. The present time may well be compared to an army in full march. All have decamped and are on the road. Some however, cry, Halt! and appoint bounds where they shall stop. But though a part halts for a moment to see what there may be, the bulk still goes on; and, anon, those who stopt at the bounds find themselves deserted, and their words of command vanishing away; for there is no one who understands them any more,and miserable is their plight. Awhile they may beguile themselves in the company of stragglers; at last, however, they will find themselves left alone, as the Age has passed by, and they are living in a world altogether foreign to them. So it has happened in manufactures, in trade, and also in politics.

over it than he himself-had he not long lain quiet in his grave!

You could scarcely look on N without laughing. There was a sorry sort of humorous expression in his odd and ugly features, which suggested to you the idea that he was always struggling to repel some joyous emotion or other, with painful effort. There was the rich light of intellect in his eye, which was dark and full-you felt when its glance was settled upon you-and there it remained concentrated at the expense of all the other features;-in the clumsy osseous ridge of eye-bone impending sullenly over his eyes-the Pittlike nose, looking like a finger and thumb full of dough drawn out from the plastic mass, with two ill-formed holes inserted in the bulbous extremity and his large liquorish, shapeless lips-looked altogether any thing but refined or intellectual. He was a man of fortune-an obstinate bachelor-and was educated at Cambridge, where he attained considerable distinction; and at the period of his introduction to the reader, was in his thirty-eighth or fortieth year. If I were to mention his name, it would recall to the literary reader many excellent, and some admirable portions of literature, for the perusal of which he has to thank N. The prevailing complexion of his mind was sombrous but played on, occasionally, by an arch-humorous fancy, flinging its rays of fun and drollery over the dark surface, like moonbeams on midnight waters. I do believe he considered it sinful to smile! There was a puckering up of the corner of the mouth, and a forced corrugation of the eyebrows -the expression of which was set at nought by the conviviality-the solemn drollery of the eyes. You saw Momus leering out of every glance of them! He said many very witty things in conversation, and had a knack of uttering the quaintest conceits with something like a whine of compunction in his

tone, which ensured him roars of laughter. As for his own laughwhen he did laugh-there is no describing it—short, sudden, anexpected was it, like a flash of powder in the dark. Not a trace of real merriment lingered on his features an instant after the noise had ceased. You began to doubt whether he had laughed at all, and to look about to see where the explosion came from. Except on such rare occasions of forgetfulness on his part, his demeanor was very calm and quiet. He loved to get a man who would come and sit with him all the evening, smoking, and sipping wine in cloudy silence. He could not endure bustle or obstreperousness; and when he did unfortunately fall foul of a son of noise, as soon as he had had “a sample of his quality," he would abruptly rise and take his leave, saying, in a querulous tone, like that of a sick child, "I'll go!" [probably these two words will at once recall him to the memory of more than one of my readers]-and he was as good as his word; for all his acquaintances-and I among the number-knew his eccentricities, and excused them.

Such was the man-at least as to the more prominent points of his character-whose chattering black servant presented himself hastily to my notice one morning, as I was standing on my door-steps, pondering the probabilities of wet or fine for the day. He spoke in such a spluttering tone of trepidation, that it was some time before I could conjecture what was the matter. At length I distinguished something like the words, "Oh, Docta, Docta, com-a, and see-a a Massa! Com-a! Him so gashly-him so ill-ver dam bad-him say so-Oh lorra-lorra-lorra! Com see-a a Massa-him ver orrid!"

Why, what on earth is the matter with you, you sable, eh ?— Why can't you speak slower, and tell me plainly what's the matter?" said I, impatiently, for he seemed

inclined to gabble on in that strain for some minutes longer. "What's the matter with your master, sirrah, eh?" I inquired, jerking his striped morning jacket.

"Oh, Docta! Docta! Com-aMassa d-n bad! Him say so! Him head turned! Him head turned "

"Him what, sirrah?" said I, in

amazement.

"Him head turned, Docta-him head turned," replied the man, slapping his fingers against his forehead.

"Oh, I see how it is, I see; ah, yes," I replied, pointing to my forehead in turn, wishing him to see that I understood him to say his master had been seized with a fit of insanity.

"Iss, iss, Docta-him Massa head turned-him head turned!" "Where is Mr. N, Nambo, eh?"

"Him lying all 'long in him bed, Massa. But him 'tickler quiethim head turned.

I felt as much at a loss as ever; it was so odd for a gentleman to acknowledge to his negroservant that his head was turned.

"Ah!" he's gone mad you mean, eh-is that it? Hem! Mad is it so?" said I, pointing, with a wink, to my forehead. "No, no,

doctor - him head turned !-him head," replied Nambo; and raising both his hands to his head, he seemed trying to twist it round! I could make nothing of his gesticulations, so I dismissed him, telling him to take word, that I should make his master's my first call. I may as well say, that I was on terms of friendly familiarity with Mr. N and puzzled myself all the way I went, with attempting to conjecture what new crotchet he had taken into his odd-and, latterly, I began to suspect, half-addled — head. He had never disclosed symptoms of what is generally understood by the word hypochondriasis; but I often thought there was not a likelier subject in the world for it. At

length I found myself knocking at my friend's door, fully prepared for some specimen of amusing eccentricity for the thought now crossed my mind, that he might be really ill. Nambo instantly answered my summons, and, in a twinkling, conducted me to his master's bed-room, It was partially darkened, but there was light enough for me to discern that there was nothing unusual in his appearance. The bed was much tossed, to be sure, as if with the restlessness of the recumbent, who lay on his back, with his head turned on one side, and buried deep in the pillow, and his arms folded together outside the counterpane. His features certainly wore an air of exhaustion and dejection, and his eye settled on me with an alarmed expression from the moment that he perceived my entrance.

"Oh, dear doctor!-Isn't this frightful!-Isn't it a dreadful piece of business?"

"Frightful!-dreadful business!" I repeated, with much surprise. "What is frightful? Are you illhave you had an accident, eh?"

"Ah-ah !-you may well ask that!" he replied; adding, after a pause, "it took place this morning about two hours ago!"

"You speak in parables, Mr. N-! Why, what in the world is the matter with you ? ""

"About two hours ago-yes,' he muttered, as if he had not heard me. Doctor, do tell me truly now, for the curiosity of the thing, what did you think of me on first entering the room? - Eh? - Feel inclined to laugh, or be shocked → which ? "

"Mr. N―, I really have no time for trifling, as I am particularly busy to-day. Do, I beg, be a little more explicit! Why have you sent for me?-What is the matter with

lost your eye-sight this morning? Do you pretend to say you do not see I have undergone one of the most extraordinary alterations in appearance, that the body of man is capable of-such as never was heard or read of before?"

"Once more, Mr. N-," I repeated, in a tone of calm astonishment, "be so good as to be explicit. What are you raving about?" "Raving!-Egad, I think it's you who are raving, doctor!" he answered ; or you must wish to insult me! Do you pretend to tell me you do not see that my head is turned?"—and he looked me in the face steadily and sternly.

"Ha-ha-ha!-Upon my honor, N―, I've been suspecting as much for this last five or ten minutes! I don't think a patient ever described his disease more accurately before!"

"Don't mock me, Doctor ," replied N, sternly. "By G-, I can't bear it! It's enough for me to endure the horrid sensations I do!"

“Mr. N―, what do you "Why, Doctor ! you'll drive me mad!-Can't you see that the back of my head is in front, and my face looking backwards? Horrible!" I burst into loud laughter.

"Doctor it's time for you and me to part-high time," said he, turning his face away from me. "I'll let you know that I'll stand your nonsense no longer! I called you in to give me your advice, not to sit grinning like a baboon, by my bedside! Once more,-finally: Doctor , are you disposed to be serious and rational? If you are not, my man shall show you to the door the moment you please." He said this in such a sober earnest tone of indignation, that I saw he was fully prepared to carry his threat into execution. I determined, therefore, to humor him a little, shrewdly suspecting some temporary suspension of his sanity-not exactly madness-but at least some extraordinary hallucination. To

adopt an expression which I several times heard him use-" I saw what o'clock it was, and set my watch to the time."

"Oh-well!-I see now how matters stand!-The fact is, I did observe the extraordinary posture of affairs you complain of immediately after I entered the roombut supposed you were joking with me, and twisting your head round in that odd way for the purpose of hoaxing me; so I resolved to wait and see which of us could play our parts in the farce longest !-Why, good God! how's all this, Mr. N-?-Is it then really the case? -Are you-in-in earnest-in having your head turned?"—" In earnest, doctor!" replied Mr. N. in amazement. "Why, do you suppose this happened by my own will and agency? Absurd!". "Oh, no, no-most assuredly notit is a phenomenon-hem! hem!a phenomenon-not unfrequently attending on the nightmare," I answered, with as good a grace as possible.

Pho, pho, doctor !-Nonsense! You must really think me a child, to try to mislead me with such stuff as that! I tell you again I am in as sober possession of my senses as ever I was in my life; and, once more, I assure you, that, in truth and reality, my head is turnedliterally so.

"Well, well!-So I see !-It is, indeed, a very extraordinary case— a very unusual one; but I don't, by any means, despair of bringing all things round again!-Pray tell me how this singular and afflicting accident happened to you?"

"Certainly," said he, despondingly. "Last night, or rather this morning, I dreamed that I had got to the West Indies-to Barbadoes, an island where I have, as you know, a little estate left me by my uncle, C; and that, a few moments after I had entered the plantation, for the purpose of seeing the slaves at work, there came a sudden hurricane, a more tremendous one