The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1878-05-14 00:00:00

be publitaticms of tly Month.

The Magariac of Art is another of those beautiful
productions which emanates from the office of the
enterprising firm of Cassell. The part before us teems
with illustrations in the highest style of art, and the
letter.preo deals with all the artistic subjects of the
day—Ste Paris exhibition, the picture galleries, artists'
haunts, our living artiste—the subject of the memoir
this mouth being Mr. H. M. Ward, the studio and
the like, while the price is almost ridiculously low.
Fowahor Wild Powers has as usual two exquisitely
tinted plates.
Is Iklgraria," By Proxy's weird and extraordinary
story comae to • conclusion, interesting but perhaps
somewhat sad. " I'b. Return of the Native"- relates
more of the surprising vagaries of Mins Eustacia
" Stage properties interestin,cly deals with the
"properties" of the theatre in the old time and in the
present day. In Fables and their Sequels Mark
Twain is funny, as usual. "Her Child's cry" is • very
triste production and " an automatic enigma"
able, but rather out of the bounds of poswiUlity. The
French Stage, Italian Poeta. and Knights of the
Garter form the rot of the reading.
Tales from Blackwood. This is • new series—to be
published monthly—of the lost excerpts to be found
in one of the best of magazines. Paper and printing is
all that could be desired, and the selections will meet
the most varied tastes. This first contains—" Irene
Macgilliciddy." a truthful, but sarcastic' take off"
upon American e. English polite society; "Nan." a
pretty little noetical noose, from which we give
an extract 'The Bells of Hotreaux," • thrilling
story; and "The Recent Confessions of an opium
eater." one of the best penny.horrible—inspired
parodies upon • well known work that we have read
for a long time.
She owns the door, Dick steps up hurriedly.
"K., I keep you for a minute r
Her arm falls by her side.
"Come infertile schoolroom."
, "Yes, wait a moment'
Into her chamber she steps, flings down the rubbish on
the bed, poses a comb through her tails of twisted hair,
and goes after him.
Dick is standing by the window, with his knee on the
Wire, his bands in hls pockets and his forehead Droned
against the pause.
The clock says lialf.peat (our, and the birds are In faU
chorus, outside.
Obaetly looks the schoolroom at this hour. There is
Miss Bliseet's work.basket gaping open on the table, and
the book with which she solaced her lonely evening.
There is the piano, who., voice never ceases by day,
clewed, silent. There is the backboard on which some
little figure reclines perpetually, empty, and tilted up
against the wall. The very map. and globes have an air
at undisturbed repose.
The books nestle tranquilly together on the student
All sense of womb's.' has left Nan now.
She comes up to Dick In her crumpled ball-drew, with
her toeing fleece of hair, sod shining ornaments, a strange
vision in this grim early
She is all in • tumult, but still she hag an ere toss. how
nice ha looks. One glance suffices to take him in from head
to foot ; Do collar, the red burnt ocek showing against the
white shirt, the rough cost and the sleek black trouser.;
Dick never looked to greater advantage, while she—but
no matter, he turns round and draws his knee off the
lea ITC
Thin he offers her • seat, which she mutely disregards,
and there ia • paws, during which they eye each other
awkwardly.
How on earth is he to begin / Nan has the best of it at
the °utast, sad that is something. lie has sought the
interview, and speak ha mud. She is only therein com-
pliance with his request. At last he makes tha plunge.
"Nen. I want to ask you • question r
Fest'
. .

" What made you go on en, to-nisht r
lionnust Go on now! Whet does he mean I What ha
she done I After ell, Is tare tr. he nothing hot thisl Haa
ohs been dreautinc of a lure-tale, ad Ls she to have noth-
Leg but • lecture I
Mortifying, miserable thought ! Wretched Nan ! She
strings herself up, and answers slowly and proudly, "1
don't know what you mean."
You don't know. Oh I perhaps I should not have
masa I thought you might, that wag all," says Mr.
Watt, with freezing politeness. " I see I was mistaken.'
No answer.
" need not detain you then. Pray excuse me," says
Dick, with his best bow.
An answering bow, • quiver of the lip, she sweeps
OMIT.
The room is blocked somehow, or Nan does not see
dealt-, and her dram is caught in • garden ahem It
rends—she tears it off; it rends further but stiU bolds on
—she stoop. her head, and Dick eas the tears running
down her face.
In a moment he is by hoc side.
I can't help it," sobs the poor child, a ling for
breath ind crime in with elame. •lam so —eo Let
030 CO.
You must not go yet," says Dick, in her ear. 'Nan,
don't you know that this Ls seergaine to me t I me no
boy to he able to fall in and out of love every second day.
Goma hem. Sit down. Dear," very softly, "you are not
afraid of me I"
Afraid I No But she is so ashamed, she is 'Do weak. so
hakil dens. Will she ever dare to look him in the face
Yet his arm is round her waist, and on. of her little
shoulders is premed against his rough coat She must
master herself and explain if she can, or get sway if she
can't Yet she can do nothing but cry. The anxieties
heart-Unkind% turning-points of that most miesrable
niftkhave been too mud' for her at leat,
attacks, questions, Pete and COW" but she is
demi%
You shan't get away now. I will not kit you, says be,
quietly. "You must say something. or I shall have to
*ay lifer you. Speak, Nan.
She lifts her face to speak, and Dick clasps the little
lovely loco to his bosom.
And what haa it all been about then I Absolutely
nothing.
Be had spoken to her, and she bad not hard, and she
had danced though be had not asked her, or some such
noelyvinarn nonsense.
Tbe right is on her side, end Ha knows it Is, but she
cannot claim it Thee ia a lamp in her throat, mi that
she cannot utter • syllable.
And be looks at her, and a great same of his love, and
his triumph, and his happiness comes over him. Why,
Dick, whet a heart you hazel What hidden walls lie
them unknown and undreamed of : simply because they
have never been probed before I
Let them spring up Naimoli new, and unchecked; the
little northauntry girl with the mark of her bright.
11 contented spirit has broken the spell. Ann she
will be a happy somas, and JOU have WOO a treasure.
God Mess you both
he Cassell'. Peoulg Ilsratise a new story is stsrtad
When the 'rid. was High," and the opening
chapaos give promise of • very readable compoettion.
The other contents are varied and interesting, the
Paris Exhibition having, Of conrae, a aril P&Por.
A family doctor contributes another o capital
articles. This time on
ammo LA?! HOUIR.

"TM method I. which we in the present day conduct
our business, and the way la which we take our enjoy-
ment+, hays, I am convinced, • tenancy to shorten our
todsteases. life with most of no is a fitful fem. • race
that Ii nu aKmighUmililft7d heedlessly; our nervous
,;
natema an kept sonstan on the stretc and an thus
too soon worn out beyond power die • we twines
In malty old before our than Pa hue of late hours,
eitli its numerous atteadamt eMs. is MU. *us that toads
mromtly to abbreviate life. It is no excuse to my that late
boon are fashionable ; unhappily this is so, and sadly
indeed doss society need reformation in this respect, for
ate bout., late -uppers, law parties, and late pay-goings
yearly claim their victims by ,the thousand. Wen this
climate ever so favourable to lorogevity, it would be no
reason why we should turn night into dal. no reseals Irby
we should be abroad when deadly dews are falling, or abed
In stuffy rooms when the glorious aus is shining, and
when then is life and health in every braise that Wolin
Tiara an two classes@ of papa, who, it seems to me,
are the chief adorers from the -Want of keeping late hours
—drat the votaries of Wham or pleasure and secondly
those who devote their line to literature and the stodyolf
the scissors I would have • word to say to both. The
lint I would remind that refreshing sleep and rat are
Joel as necessary for the keeping at out wies in p.m,
as are food and exercise " Apollo does not aleas band
his bow," and • due proportion of sleep Is reciartga.l
that the asters may recover, and the nerves be f
and recruited after the bustle or tolls of the day. I have
in • previous paper, tried to explain that daring sound
slum the caputartaa of the bran are In • great measure
bloodless, that if these minute arteries are weakened by
long szeltement of any kind. the, an unable property to
orestrod, their elasticity Is in e Pat ransom pas, and
aad oily • semi or partially bicoeille °mmHg= of the
broil' Li possible, and consequentlydeep sleep canoot be
but only in its stead • 444:121.USCOillet
rarta w IA past events end past thoughts an
and teennea together in what are tanned drama w
whether pleasant or MN reverse, indicate the absence
that balmy sleep which alone is natare's sweet rawer.
Now • certain lime at quiet repose at mind before M 1444
to bed le amasser to thole who have spent the night In
Joyful eXeitemPent. tO allow the blood to return from the
brain, if anything like refreshing lion ie to be expected.
for only the wary labourer cea throw himself on his
couch and go to slop alone. But do the keepers of late
hours ever get, or ever seek legal, this rad of name
this prelude to • quiet night? I fist bss seldom. And
If their bodies are derived at sailklent rest and sleep
sorely It Is as absurd to think they con but as WM as they
otherwise would, as to expect • Owe of simple
. a clock for example, to go on for ever without yr=
PROBABLE ! repairs.
I Bat independent of the evils that arise from humectant
ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. or unhealthy sleep there are ethers—and nemesrout
From the Sportsman.) ! amosgh they are, in all couseinae—oonnected with the
I is sow absolutely habit of hasping late hours, to one or two ally of which
RY4l3lll2*—lt wrowto ' I would cell ettspation. Overexciteumeat a the brains ilit
of a Doke sea Jock, or of padding as den' ; but 'at • time when it should be In state of repose, Is one :
It is simestric. However, • good heart is better than totem San in luting 644d:taking la another. I°-
• digestion and its thousand ad one attendant Md are
PliWrila. BanDna.—;:upeArdir ... dimmnd almost certain to follow the latter, and as to the forma
by 'a Maw ea (all adi atria. ir, hi It Is In Half the cause of touch after-misery I moats of
=ll al «Pal Puts malnkoz,it the nanocuouns, the perriahosse of temper, the loss al
of lima. We bnurnn thm."l= t'.. niemary ead peneral weariness of llfek which it is even
:== a wit mu* forw oith to complain of, ore doe to it, aad I mWat
40 go
etarts.
441141.4 In a bin woe i r and my with troth that &starlet awful*/ all
a amid Ikao ea YR* shwa ot yaw asataam bath. ems 2444106. ti
IS
WO' emit might be traced to this
lage alha make forth. Sad la aanurna, he ii, ..,..
TIM orgolosi *hot ft Inds to Ira Os ' ......r- /maws iker--•• _poi Pabst
dde end dodo le loodes Wir—lemOrlageglr Or . Neerig.

too, they suittiort. - -
Led our music- patron war-moors Is patteralasi oven

at tioti7;l
I till yet., old perdue. It. proper : I feels quit. • swa,
le holy me Lb.
I tund to detest • big bloater, but now I am nuts on.
Nob.
And if that ain't " • drosin the clams together," why.
nay I b. blow•d
new 'embusein' /tads never done it, for all they so
hollered and crowed.
Later all, the NObs* notions and ours is • lot more alike
than you'd goer ;
A Toff ie • nue and • brother it's mainly • wetter of

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dress :
Their rule's "Number One and no Soiree timed not le7
a ant on a "Sala.
But pits tholr last brad on a smart 'ua, and wce's common
mum if rAist ain't,
No tmachetab gammon for as. mats. nor no GosthYPoillull
gosh
Owes ani don't 10 (0 with the Softies an Ranh= as inaaaged
to ruse:
tt.nrz Gad swagger an does ; sad as far the rot &boat
By toottatis "go in a hooter, end settle lAint at ter the
WA-

That's patroit sperrlt, ray pippin, mod politics tooted in
that key
Goes down, like @sloop, at the 'AU., and my sentiments
suite to • T.
0 salmon, to rend odr mem Tedle a towelling wood-chopyiste
RILL
tell yes. it's tummy, my lad, and aa good aa • play oe a

So (Aarley. my ',arty. risk in it—l wish you was ditto, I
do
Too ran 'owl, and chuck cats, sad cry " Traitor r sad
bonnet old bloke. WI sll's blue
They're started our game at St Stephen's —Sias shows
wet swell bunstag we wry •
Sot trot up aad try It, my by. Is the tap of
Tome sentmptioutly,
AUT.