The Ottawa free trader., 1871-04-22

and facsimile Of the famous "1oabite Stone"
are given. dating back to 900 years before Christ
A story by liss Oliphant, one Of the finest and
best OF living novelist., begins with this num-
Der, taking the title of "Norah, the story If
Wild Irish Girl" Ben: A story for Nsy.
Day." is pleasant story by George Eggle.
ston. ''Gur labor system and the Chinese" is q
timely paper by Frank II. Merton. Then comes
come fresh, sparkling poetry, after which the
editorial department, SC.
We give few specimen paragraphs called at
random. From the "Wanderer of the Yellow.
stone:"
The Great Falls are as the head Of cue of the
most remarkable canons i'll the worl6-a gorge
through volcanic rocks fifty miles long, and vary.
ing from one thousand to nearly five Thousand
feet in depth. In its descent through this wou-
derful chasm the river falls almost three thous-
and feet. At one point, where the passage had
been worn through mountain range, our hun
ters ass0red us it was more than 4 vertical mile
IN depth, aud the river, broken into rapids and
cascades, appeared no wider than ribbon. The
brain reels we gaze into this profound and
solemn solitude. We shrink from the dizzy
verge appalled,, glad to feel the solid earth under
our feet, and venture no more, except with
forms extended, and faces barely protruding over
the edge of the precipice. The stiffness is hor-
rible. Down, down, down, we see the river at.
tenaated to thread, tossing its miniature waves,
and dashing, with puny strength, the massive
walls which imprisOn it. All access to it's mar
gin is denied, and the dark gray rocks hold it ia
| dismal shadow. Even the voice of its waters in
their coEvulsve agony cannot be heard Tn.
cheered by plant or shrub, o structed with mas
| sive boulders and by Jutting points, it rushes
madly on its solitary course, deeper aud deeper
into the bowels Of the rocky firmament The
| solemn eradeur of the scene surpasses descrp.
| tion. 1t must be seen to be felt The sense OF
danger with which it impresses you Is harrow
! ing in the extreme. You feel the absence OF
sound, the oppression of absolute silence If YOU
could only hear that gure ling iver if you could
see living tree in the depth beneath you, if b I'd
would fly past, if the wind would move any object
| in the awful chasm, to break for moment the
solemn silence that reigns there it would relieve
| that tension of the nerves which the scene has
! excited, and you would rise from your PROSTATE
condition and thank God that he had permitted
| you 10 gaze unharmed, upon this majestic dis.
play of natural architecture. As it is sympa.
thising in spirit with the deep gloom of the
scene, you crawl from the dreadful verge, scared
lest the firm rock give way beneath aud percipi-
tate you into the horrid gulf
From All EullOrlal, dOOut the interior OF
the Earth y
We suppose that Professor David Forbes, of
England, knews much about the interior OF
the earth as any man living. In a late lecture
he insisted that all the objections brought by
geology, mathematics or astronomy, against the
old theory that the earth is molten mass sur.
rounded by a crust about fifty miles thick, are
quito untenable. He would have US believe,
while the outer layer of melted matter, Just be.
low the earth's crust, may be kind of CLASSY
Stag, that, not tar below this layer salamand der
bent on discovery would find the pure molten
metals, of which the heavest-gold. platinum,
etc.-would be at the earths centre Very likely
the mass of the earth is molten iron, and this
view is corroborated by the fact that the broken
fragments Of some disrupted world, which, in
the form of aeroites, are continually falling from
the sky are often metallic iron. But what tan
tslizing thought it is, that just under our feet
are countless tons OF the precious metals only
waiting for John Whopper to let us know the
route by which he passed through to China.