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celebrated gunsmiths has been investigating Dawson, in writing an account of the disthe subject, and is about to introduce solid covery, to the newspapers, says, that each of blocks of compressed powder to fit the bore the smack took a hundred pounds' worth of of the rifle, and be dropped down in the fish in five days' fishing. “Captain Rhodes same way as the ball. No time should be informs me,” says the doctor,

“ that they lost in verifying, if need be, these results, caught the fish as fast as they could bait and when, if they are such as both experiment haul, and when any of the cod escaped from and theory indicate, the cake form of pow- the hook, great monstrous sharks, as blue as der, will, we doubt not, be generally intro- if painted with a brush, darted round the duced into the service.

ship's side, and swallowed them in an instant. The very sea-birds were tame, evi

dently never having been disturbed there by From The London Review.

man, some of them flying on board and eatDISCOVERY OF A NEW COD DEPOT.

ing the offal.” THOSE unacquainted with the natural his

Further information, received after a sectory of fish have been greatly astonished by ond expedition to this fisherman's el dorado, an account given in the daily newspapers of

confirms the first account. One or two adthe discovery of what may be called a new ditional vessels had been equally successful cod depôt. The story of the finding out of with those originally sent out, and their capthis new fishing bank is very simple. In the tains and crews give a glowing account of course of last June, the captain of a London the fish-wealth which may be gathered at cod smack had in vain tried to obtain a cargo this lonely spotand it is lonely enough, of fish at the once plentiful fishing stations being one hundred and thirty miles from of the Faroe Islands. After persevering for lone St. Kilda. six weeks, he was compelled to leave the place clean, and instead of proceeding to try fish they saw, and the wealth to be gathered

“ The statements they give of the great his fortune at Iceland with the rest of the there, seems (says Dr. Dawson) more ike cod fleet, he made for the Orkney Islands, the adventures of Sinbad the Sailor than in company with a Gravesend smack, in or- proved facts by successful fishermen. They der to prepare for a campaign at a place tell of encounters with great sharks thirty called Rockall, situated about three hundred feet long, with mouths that could swallow and sixty miles west by south of the Ork- calves, and bodies as large and round as neys. The captain's reason for going there tuns; of their fears and surprises from the

numberless large whales sporting and rising arose from a conversation he had some fif

on every side of them, one having actually teen years ago with the mate of an Irish grazed the bottom of the Victoria with its ship. They had been messmates together huge sides. They also saw numbers of on board of a man-of-war, and upon the cap- strange fish which they had never seen betain informing his old friend that he was in fore, and some black fish larger than porcharge of a cod smack, and went every sum- poises, with flat round heads, and which mer to the North Sea to capture cod,

seemed

very numerous." “ The North Sea be blowed,” said the We are very glad to chronicle the discovfriendly mate of the Irishman. “ You don't ery of this new fishing bank—1st, because know where to catch cod, you don't ; go to the present banks are being rapidly exRockall, where there is a bank eighty miles hausted; and 2nd, because the discovery in length, swarming with fish! I have been goes a long way to settle the fact of the sea two or three times becalmed there, and being colonized by fish much in the same caught cod as big as donkeys and as plenty way that the earth is inhabited by man. as blackberries !” This was great news, if The reason, it will be seen, why Rockall it were but true ; and that the news was as was tried at all was the failure of the fishing nearly true as could reasonably be expected at the Faroe Isles, hitherto one of the great there is now the best authority for believing. Strongholds of this particular fishery; and

On the 2nd of last July, the two vessels every person at all conversant with the hissailed from North Isles, and on the 13th of tory of our fisheries knows that the vast the same month they were both enabled to fishing-banks on the coast of Newfoundland return, filled with many tons of fish. Dr. are not nearly so productive as they used to be. Nearer home we have seen one fish- colonies. Thus we have the term " a school ing-ground after another exhausted, till it of whales ; " we have also the young salbecame a kind of standing wonder that we mon in shoals, each year's growth in sepaobtained any thing like a supply of fish at rate companies, and every fish as local in its all. The great Dogger Bank is nearly used dwelling-place as men are ; we know, too, up. Of the supplies of fish derived from that the herrings live also in nations which first to last from this gigantic depôt, some arrive at maturity in vast groups at differidea may be formed from the following state- ent periods of the season. The same laws ment which was published a few years ago govern the crustaceæ. Persons who deal in in the Quarterly Review :

shell-fish can easily tell the different locali“It is almost time that some new ground A Scotch lobster can be readily distinguished

ties from whence they derive their supplies. were formed in place of the famous Dogger: from a Norway one ; and a “native” oyster bank, which has now been preyed upon by so many nations for centuries, and has sup- differs considerably from a “scuttle-mouth.” plied so many generations of Catholics and These are all points which ought, long ago, Protestants with fast and feast food. No to have led to a better understanding of the better proof that its stores are failing could natural and economic history of fish. This be given than the fact that, although the ignorance has wellnigh ruined our most valground, counting the long bank and the uable fisheries. We have been trading for north-west flat in its vicinity, covers eleven thousand eight hundred square miles, and years in the belief that the supply was inexthat in fine weather it is fished by the Lon- haustible, and are but beginning to find out don companies with from fifteen to twenty that it is even possible to exhaust the sea. dozen of long lines, extending to ten or The German Ocean has been so long the twelve miles, and containing from nine thou- fishing-pond of Europe, that we can scarcely sand to twelve thousand hooks, it is yet not wonder, considering the wealth that has been at all common to secure even as many as drawn from its depths, that its supplies are four-score fish of a night.”

beginning to fail us. There can be no doubt, The fact that fish herd together in great however, that other sources of supply will flocks or nations seems now to be well es- be discovered ; if so, we can only hope that tablished. All the inhabitants of the great some method will be observed in harrying deeps, from the mighty whale down to the the nest, in order that the supply may be tiny minnow, live in what may be termed made to go as far as possible.

LUCIFER MATCHES. - Mr. Gore, a recent are produced is equally astonishing. M. Fürth writer on this subject, gives some astonishing sells his cheapest boxes at one penny per dozen, statistics respecting this branch of manufacture. each containing eighty matches. Another maker The firm of Messrs. Dixon employ four hun sells the plain boxes at twopence per hundred, dred workmen, and generally have on hand and 1,400 matches for one farthing; whilst á £8,000 or £10,000 worth of timber. Each week third maker sells a case of fifty boxes, each conthey consume one ton of sulphur and make taining one hundred lucifers, for fourpence. 43,600,000 matches, or 2,160,000,000 in the The imports of matches into the United Kingyear. Reckoning the length of a match at two dom are of the value of £60,000 yearly, repreand one-fourth inches, the total length of these senting the enormous number of 200,000,000 would far exceed the circumference of the earth. daily. The daily consumption is 50,000,000 Another calculation has been made, that the more than the above number, or upwards of whole length of waxed cotton wicks consumed eight matches each day for every individual in every year by one London manufacturer in the the kingdom.-London Review. production of “vestas,” would be sufficient to reach from England to America and back again. The magnitude of the figures relating to the English manufacture of matches is, how- EPITAPH.—The following is the epitaph on a ever, insignificant when we turn to the Austrian man who was too poor to be buried with his production. Two makers alone, M. Pollak, at relations in the church of Kingsbridge :Vienna, and M. Fürth, in Bohemia, produce the amazing number of 44,800,000,000 matches “ Here lie I, at the chancel door; yearly, consuming twenty tons of phosphorus Here I lie, because I'm poor; and giving employment to six hundred persons.

The further in the more to pay; The low price at which these necessaries of life Here I lie as warm as they."

From All the Year Round. him good-by; adding, as she quitted the THE PAINTER AND THE APPARITION. carriage, “ We shall meet again soon.” The

SOME few years ago a well-known English train rattled off, and Mr. H. (the artist) was artist received a commission from Lady F. left to his own reflections. to paint a portrait of her husband. It was The station was reached in due time, and settled that he should execute the commis- Lady F.'s carriage was there, to meet the sion at F. Hall, in the country, because his expected guest. It carried him to the place engagements were too many to permit his of his destination, one of “the stately homes entering upon a fresh work till the London of England,” after a pleasant drive, and deseason should be over. As he happened to posited him at the hall-door, where his host be on terms of intimate acquaintance with and hostess were standing to receive him. his employers, the arrangement was satis- A kind greeting passed, and he was shown factory to all concerned, and on the 13th of to his room: for the dinner hour was close September he set out in good heart to per- at hand. form his engagement.

Having completed his toilet, and descendHe took the train for the station nearest ed to the drawing-room, Mr. H. was much to F. Hall, and found himself, when first surprised, and much pleased, to see, seated starting, alone in a carriage. His solitude on one of the ottomans, his young companion did not, however, continue long. At the of the railway carriage. She greeted him first station out of London, a young lady with a smile and a bow of recognition. She entered the carriage, and took the corner sat by his side at dinner, spoke to him two opposite to him. She was very delicate or three times, mixed in the general converlooking, with a remarkable blending of sation, and seemed perfectly at home. Mr. sweetness and sadness in her countenance, H. had no doubt of her being an intimate which did not fail to attract the notice of a friend of his hostess. The evening passed man of observation and sensibility. For away pleasantly. The conversation turned some time neither uttered a syllable. But a good deal upon the fine arts in general, at length the gentleman made the remarks and on painting in particular, and Mr. H. usual under such circumstances, on the was entreated to show some of the sketches weather and the country, and, the ice being he had brought down with him from Lonbroken, they entered into conversation. They don. He readily produced them, and the spoke of painting. The artist was much young lady was much interested in them. surprised by the intimate knowledge the At a late hour the party broke up, and young lady seemed to have of himself and retired to their several apartments. his doings. He was quite certain that he Next morning, early, Mr. H. was tempted had never seen her before. His surprise by the bright sunshine to leave his room, was by no means lessened when she sud- and stroll out into the park. The drawingdenly inquired whether he could make, from room opened into the garden; passing recollection, the likeness of a person whom through it, he inquired of a servant who was he had seen only once, or at most twice ? busy arranging the furniture, whether the He was hesitating what to reply, when she young lady had come down yet ? added, “ Do you think, for example, that “What young lady, sir ? ” asked the man, you could paint me from recollection ?” with an appearance of surprise.

He replied that he was not quite sure, but “ The young lady who dined here last that perhaps he could.

night." "Well," she said, “look at me again. “No young lady dined here last night, You may have to take a likeness of me.” sir," replied the man, looking fixedly at him.

He complied with this odd request, and The painter said no more: thinking withshe asked, rather eagerly,

in himself that the servant was either very “Now do you think you could ?” stupid or had a very bad memory. So,

“I think so," he replied ; " but I cannot leaving the room, he sauntered out into the say so for certain."

park. At this moment the train stopped. The He was returning to the house, when his young lady rose from her seat, smiled in a host met him, and the usual morning salufriendly manner on the painter, and bade tations passed between them.

“ Your fair young friend has left you ?” tended for the absentee had been given to observed the artist.

him ; and that he had obeyed the summons, “What young friend ? ” inquired the lord supposing some business matter to be the of the manor.

cause of it. The young lady who dined here last The first coldness and surprise dispelled, night,” replied Mr. H.

the two gentlemen entered into a more “I cannot imagine to whom you refer,” friendly conversation ; for Mr. H. had menreplied the gentleman, very greatly sur- tioned his name, and it was not a strange prised.

one to his visitor. When they had con“Did not a young lady dine and spend versed a little while, Mr. Wylde asked Mr. the evening here yesterday ? " persisted Mr. H. whether he had ever painted, or could H., who in his turn was beginning to won- undertake to paint, a portrait from mere der.

description ? Mr. H. replied, never. “ No," replied his host; “most certainly “I ask you this strange question,” said not. There was no one at table but your- Mr. Wylde, because, about two years ago,

I lost å dear daughter. She was my only self, my lady, and I.” The subject was never reverted to after loss was a heavy afliction to me, and my re

child, and I loved her very deeply. Her this occasion, yet our artist could not bring grets are the deeper that I have no likeness himself to believe that he was laboring un- of her. You are a man of unusual genius. der a delusion. If the whole were a dream, If you could paint me a portrait of my child, it was a dream in two parts. As surely as I should be very grateful. the young lady had been his companion in

Mr. Wylde then described the features the railway carriage, so surely she had sat

and appearance of his daughter, and the

color of her eyes and hair, and tried to give beside him at the dinner table. Yet she

an idea of the expression of her face. Mr. did not come again ; and everybody in the H. listened attentively, and, feeling great house, except himself, appeared to be igno- sympathy with his grief, made a sketch. He rant of her existence.

had no thought of its being like, but hoped He finished the portrait on which he was the bereaved father might possibly think it engaged, and returned to London.

so. But the father shook his head on seeing For two whole years he followed

the sketch, and said, "No, it was not at all his

up profession : growing in reputation, and work- failed. The features were pretty well, but

like.” Again the artist tried, and again he ing hard. Yet he never all the while forgot the expression was not hers; and the father a single lineament in the fair young face of turned away from it, thanking Mr. H. for his fellow-traveller. He had no clue by his kind endeavors, but quite hopeless of which to discover where she had come from, any successful result. Suddenly a thought or who she was. He often thought of her, struck the painter; he took another sheet of but spoke to no one about her. There was paper, made a rapid and vigorous sketch, a mystery about the matter which imposed a bright look of recognition and pleasure

and handed it to his companion. Instantly, silence on him. It was wild, strange, utter- lighted up the father's face, and he exclaimly unaccountable.

ed, “ That is she! Surely, you must have Mr. H. was called by business to Canter- seen my child, or you never could have bury. An old friend of his—whom I will made so perfect a likeness ?call Mr. Wylde-resided there. Mr. H.,

“When did your daughter die ? ” inquired being anxious to see him, and having only the painter, with agitation. a few hours at his disposal, wrote as soon as

“About two years ago; on the 13th of he reached the hotel, begging Mr. Wylde to a few days' illness.”

September. She died in the afternoon, after call upon him there. At the time appointed Mr. H. pondered, but said nothing. The the door of his room opened, and Mr. image of that fair young face was engraven Wylde was announced. He was a complete on his memory as with a diamond's point, stranger to the artist ; and the meeting be- and her strangely prophetic words were now

fulfilled. tween the two was a little awkward. It appeared, on explanation, that Mr. H.'s friend beautiful full-length portrait of the young

A few weeks after, having completed a had left Canterbury some time; that the lady, he sent it to her father, and the likegentleman now face to face with the artist ness was declared, by all who had ever seen was another Mr. Wylde ; that the note in- her, to be perfect.

From The Saturday Review. melancholy moral that passion is vanity. SCIENCE AND PASSION.

Valvedre is written to show how hollow and If any one wishes to estimate the differ- foolish all ill-managed love-making is, what ence which separates the current literature poor, silly creatures the women are who long of the Continent from that of England, the to be idolized at any expense, and what a most instructive writer he can turn to is un- great gain it is for a man to leave such things questionably George Sand. There are plenty behind him forever. The hero of Vulvedre is of writers who outrage more completely the reclaimed in a manner that would be thought feelings which in England are most highly highly proper on this side the Channel. Heis honored, and who reveal, with a more brutal made to work very hard and very sedulously frankness, all the extremities of Parisian at a factory for seven years, and is then sudrecklessness. But George Sand has this denly married to the daughter of a Swiss great and distinguishing merit — that she pastor. But this is only half the moral of alone gives us the good side of what we set the book. The writer wishes to show, not ourselves to condemn—that she can feel, if only that passion fails, but that something not expound, a philosophy of life that may else succeeds. This something is science. be a deplorable mistake, but cannot be called The last discovery of the authoress of Lelia ignoble or tame—and that she really raises is that wisdom and happiness lie, not in the problems as to the constitution and the daring discussion of religious difficulties or usages of modern society which are worth in the fierce triumphs of a defiant love, thinking over seriously. She has lately writ- but in botany and mineralogy, in watching ten a novel called Valvedre, which is, in its the path of glaciers, in contemplating the way, a remarkable work. It must be con- order and harmony of nature, and in colfessed that she has not got more lively as lecting and arranging the contents of a mushe has gone on writing; and in spite of the seum. finish of its style, Valvedre would be a very No one who reads the book can refuse to heavy dose for any one who read it merely acknowledge that she is perfectly serious in as a tale. But it is not without considerable this—that she is heartily tired of her old interest to those who are acquainted with the frame of mind, and that she sincerely begeneral scope of her writings. It marks a lieves she has found a new life full of beaugreat revolution in her opinions and her ties that cannot decay. The names of other philosophy; and though many people, as continental writers also instantly occur who they grow old, are apt to go through some have gone through something of the same change of the sort, yet the particular shape history. The author of the Sorrows of Werwhich this change assumes in a Frenchwoman ter spent the evening of his life in examining of genius has its own special interest. In the growth of plants and the laws of color ; her early days, she devoted herself to paint and the most fanciful of French historians the phases, the excuses, and the course of has taken to describing birds, and the loves passion. She claimed that, in defiance of of whales. But in George Sand we get the the judgment of a conventional world, pas- philosophy of this transformation stated as sion should, if sincere, be considered its own a philosophy. Valvedre lays down as a thesis justification. We will not stop now to esti- which the author is prepared to maintain mate what fragment of truth there may have against all disputants, that science is the been in the vast mass of error which she true antidote to passion and the true source poured forth with such amazing rapidity. of human happiness, whereas sensuous exBut this was her creed, and she shrank from citement is the true source of human misery. none of its consequences, and adorned it with Most English readers would say that this the ardent eloquence and the touches of was a very poor kind of repentance, and that poetical sweetness which never failed her. the sinner ought to turn saintly and not sciWith passion she allied art; and music, entific. Substantially this is true ; but it painting, and the artistic representation of ought to be remembered that in rhost Cathscenery were freely used both to express and clic countries, and especially in Frauce, turnto complete the fervor and romance of her ing saintly means turning into that mixture lovers. She has now apparently outlived of panic and love of excitement which is all this. She has at least attained to the known as becoming devote. George Sand

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