the ship's past calking, this bout; but if you don't mind the trouble of picking me up, I'd rather die within doors. I'm getting faint; but, if you feel-pocket-flask of'. His voice grew husky here; but Sergeant Flint, kneeling beside him, at once proceeded to extract from one of the coat-pockets of the dying man a small leathercovered flask, and to pour between his lips a portion of the contents. Better now,' murmured Bruce feebly; 'but it is only a flicker of the lamp before it goes out. Anyhow, I'd like to be away from this hell that rages so near us.' They bore him into a ruinous house, in front of which he had fallen; and placing him on a sofa in one of the rooms which overlooked the courtyard at the back, and where the hideous noises of the street were but faintly audible, they contrived to persuade the portress, a wrinkled old dame, whom they found, with her palsied old husband, cowering in one of the deserted apartments which had escaped being harmed by fire, to go in search of the nearest doctor. The man of healing came, a jovial army surgeon, temporarily attached to one of the great Paris hospitals, and who roundly declared that he could spare but a short time away from his ward of fifty patients, but that he would endeavour to look in again that evening, if-ifHe did not conclude the sentence, otherwise than by a speaking glance at the wounded man, who had now closed his eyes. The surgeon carefully inspected the hurt, and then drew Oswald aside. A friend of yours, Monsieur? a relation, eh?' asked M. le Docteur blandly. 'No; only a countryman.' above an 'Well, then, I shall not be considered brutal if I tell you it is a question of minutes, and that little short of a miracle could prolong life for hour. These inward wounds, sir, beyond the reach of tourniquet and styptic, are a standing puzzle to the Faculty; and besides, the ball, with that curious rotatory movement which such projectiles from a grooved barrel possess, has clearly injured some large blood-vessels in its passage. You had better be liberal with stimulants, and so keep off syncope until the system is totally exhausted; but if all my colleagues were assembled in this room, they could do nothing to defer that evil quarter of an hour that must come to us all, Monsieur, some day.' And with a promise to call again at a late hour, 'given by way of formal courtesy,' the surgeon departed. A second dose of brandy enabled Bruce Larpent to speak, though in a weak, low tone. Who are you, sir?' he asked abruptly, as Oswald knelt down beside the couch on which he lay; and how came you to be in company, as I gather, with the policeman who arrested me? I have never wronged you.' 'Nor had I any wish to do you injury, Mr Larpent,' said Oswald earnestly. 'Your-disappearance compelled me to employ energetic means of tracing you, in order to obtain information respecting a lost will-that of Lady Livingston. I am a nephew of her late husband, and my name, which may or may not be familiar to you, is Oswald Charlton. I have followed you to Paris simply in the hope of recovering the lost will, in default of which Miss Beatrice Fleming, the dowager's ward and heiress, is unjustly deprived of the property which should be hers.' 'And you think that I-stole it?' returned Bruce, half defiantly. 'I cannot take upon myself to say that this is so,' said Oswald, in a gentle tone; but circumstances pointed you out as the person most likely to be able to reveal the place where this important document now is, a document to the signing of which you were witness, and which is not known to have been seen since the attack in the streets on Mr Goodeve, who' Who had it in his pocket, I suppose you to imply,' interrupted the dying man, with a hollow laugh. Sergeant Flint, whose heart had not been hardened in the practice of his profession, made answer in his most honeyed tone: Duty, Mr Larpent, is duty, or else I would have preferred to have avoided disagreeable topics until you felt fitter to discuss them; but if you will have it, there are one or two queer little games, that the law calls forgery and embezzlement, let alone the garroting job, in regard to which, my brother-officer, Superintendent Starkey, has spotted evidence sufficient for a jury, he has. You can't have forgotten a man, real name Isaac Bond, better known to you, I daresay, as the Ugly One. He's in custody for something else, and is quite ready to swear, that he had a meeting, at Pirate's Post, in the marsh down by the river, with somebody it's needless to mention; and that the same party, on the night of the garroting, was "Enough!' exclaimed Bruce, turning uneasily on his pillow: 'you have done your work well, and earned your hire. Yes; it would be possible, I suppose, to procure a conviction, and to send me to Portland breakwater. I'd not own as much, though, if it were not that I am to pass so soon before another tribunal than that of the Old Bailey, and that subterfuge and silence will go for nothing there.' His voice died away in gasps, and presently when he spoke again, it was thin and reedy as the far-off sound of a flute. ""Whoso sheddeth man's blood," he began thus, "by man shall his blood be shed: "there you have it, and I'm not the first, by millions, to prove it true. Give me some more of the spirits. I want to keep strength to speak till all's over.' Again the dram served to produce a partial revival of the wounded man's energies. He did not immediately speak again, but glanced around him. The Zouave had lighted his pipe, and sat at the window, waiting, with soldierly philosophy, till the present episode should end with the life of the principal performer. The detective had withdrawn himself, perhaps wisely, a pace or two, and Oswald was alone beside the sofa. From a half-unconscious impulse of compassion, the latter stooped forward, and, with a handkerchief, wiped away the blood and froth that were gathering about the corners of the sufferer's mouth. It was but a trifling act, yet, somehow, Bruce Larpent's voice was much softened as he said: 'Thank you, Mr Charlton. You see me lying here before you, and though you know me only as the scamp I have of late become, you won't let me die like a dog, as I deserve. Now, tell me true: is the finding of this will of very great moment to you? Does the restoration of the property to Miss Fleming mean the enabling you to marry the girl of your heart?' 'No, indeed,' answered Oswald sadly; 'I see no KDOW reason for denying my attachment to the young lady you speak of. But she is pledged to marry another that Sir Frederick Dashwood whom you must have known on the other side of the Atlantic -and I am more likely to help than to hinder the match should I succeed. Still, justice ought to be done.' 'And so let it be !' rejoined Bruce, making signs for the flask to be again put to his lips. I have done wrong, and very wrong,' he resumed, when he had swallowed another portion of the brandy, and I'm scarcely sorry that I lie where I do, never to rise until the judgment-day. Yet, though you'll doubt me, I was an honest man but some few months ago, and, wild as I was, had wronged no one of a quarter-dollar, not I. You won't harm Aphy-that's my sister-if—if '— And he stopped, breathing with difficulty. Indeed, no,' replied Oswald, bending over him. 'If the will be recovered through any information supplied by you, she shall never be disquieted as to the means by which she became possessed of it, should it, as I conclude, have been lodged in her hands by you. If you will only' 'He's going, squire !' exclaimed the detective, springing forward, as he noted a sudden and ghastly change in Larpent's wan face; but it was too late. The head fell heavily back, and one quick convulsive shudder ran through the limbs. Then all was still. her late guest. 'It gave a house,' so she said, 'a bad name, to have the commissaire in it, and the agents, and so on. She might lose half her clients, honest bourgeois who abhorred violence in any shape. Little did she think, when she let her room to that unhappy Englishman, that he would play her such a trick as to come back feet-foremost, and necessitate a perquisition, an autopsy. All her customers were decent quiet folk, and now she should be accused of harbouring Communist ruffians, and her establishment would be eternally disgraced, and her good name in the quarter would never be as it had been.' All of which Oswald perfectly understood to mean that the eloquent speaker wished for compensation; and certainly a few napoleons worked a wondrous conversion, and changed the voluble virago into the most accommodating of householders. A long and arduous task yet remained to be performed. Nothing could legally be done without the sanction of the nearest commissary of police, and those serviceable functionaries, as yet but half installed in the bureaux which a few hours since had been occupied by revolutionary officials, were all too few to cope with the multifarious duties of their position. At last, after much importunate bribery, a secretary in shabby black was induced to draw up a hurried procès-verbal, to receive depositions, and to sign, in his chief's stead, the necessary certificates. The undertakers in the gorestained Paris of that day had nearly as hard a time of it as even the subordinate magistrates; but here again money and persistency prevailed, and proper arrangements were made for Bruce Larpent's decent, if hasty, burial. The few effects which he had with him were handed over to Oswald, who acted as spokesman, in_consideration of the warrant of which Sergeant Flint was the bearer; and these accompanied them when, late in the day, worn and weary, they arrived at their hotel, and dismissed the friendly Zouave with a donation which made him vaunt the wealth and free-handedness of Englishmen, in wine-shop and tavern, for a month to come. Long ere this, all resistance had ceased. Barricade after barricade had been turned or taken ; every post of any strength was in the hands of the troops, whose imposing numbers awed into submission the few malcontents not in hiding-while long strings of prisoners, recalling to mind the chains of galley-slaves that formerly traversed France, were hourly driven like cattle along the dusty road to Versailles and the camp at Satory. 'It's not so very much, squire,' said the sergeant, after he had concluded his minute survey of poor Bruce's scanty possessions; but, such as it is, we have proofs enough here to enable us to make our own terms with the sister. She set him on, I very much suspect, in all he did, and I should say he would have kept on the square, fairish, if it hadn't been this Miss Aphy wanted a cat's-paw to rake the hot chestnuts out of the fire. We'll be off to-morrow, sir, if you are willing. I feel as if I should never know what sound sleep was until we tread on English ground again.' EXPERIENCES OF A LITERARY ASPIRANT. RESPECTABLE reader, have you ever been houseless and homeless? Were you ever in process of starvation? Did you ever find yourself drifting aimlessly through the interminable streets of London, with an empty pocket, an empty stomach, and an empty faith in everybody and everythingwithout courage to beg, without chance to borrow, and without inclination to steal? Clothed with respectability as with a garment, you indignantly repudiate these questions as an insult. Across the smooth, well-paved, holy-stoned path of your existence no such dark shadows have ever fallen. So much the better for you, my friend! Only with me, you see, it has been otherwise; and hence, in the present paper, I am enabled to speak with a certain degree of authority. At four o'clock of the morning of November the third, eighteen hundred and sixty-eight, I was one of the half hundred or so passengers that reached the Great Eastern terminus at Shoreditch by the night-mail from Norfolk. Circumstances, which need not here be capitulated, had induced me to separate myself from my friends and family, and had determined me to proceed to London with the special view of seeking my fortune. The profession I proposed following was that of literature, and I entered upon my career, at the date and hour afore-mentioned, with a capital of one-and-twenty years and-so grant me grace !-one-and-twenty pence. Other resources I had none. It was a drizzly morning, that of November the name of common-sense, not have applied to your third, eighteen hundred and sixty-eight-drizzly, friends? Why not, indeed! Perhaps I was too dirty, and raw. One after another my fellow-proud; perhaps too obstinate; perhaps, even, too travellers to town splashed and rumbled away in indifferent as to my own fate, for at that time cercabs; and at last, stiff and sleepy, I stood alone tain recent events had made me look upon life on the rain-beaten pavement outside the deserted other, satisfactory to myself, I, at all events, must with jaundiced eyes. Reasons of some kind or station, my shilling-and-ninepence in my pocket, have had, since I never for an instant entertained and my sole remaining belongings-the clothes to the notion of seeking family assistance. I thought my back-gradually becoming deteriorated beneath of enlisting, and I thought of suicide. Against the the black and weeping skies that overhung the latter alternative, however, I had a most unphilosooty wilderness of London house-tops. Looking sophical prejudice. I fancy I was too young to down the dripping vista of Bishopsgate Street, I appreciate it properly. At one-and-twenty, one's beheld a wet and solitary dog, and, farther city matured, that one instinctively prefers the former. ideas of life and death are so lamentably unward still, a wet and solitary policeman. Seldom, With youth, it is what Mr Darwin calls natural I fancy, had aspirant to fame and fortune a more selection;' and rather, indeed, than thus solve my unpromising prospect at the outset of his journey difficulties, I would even have enlisted. than I had. Not a door of all the thousand doors should I have been the first poor wretch of an author around me at which I could knock and hope to who has had, literally, to take arms against a sea obtain shelter ! Not a soul throughout the of troubles.' Colley Cibber did so; Coleridge did million-souled city but was a stranger to me! At so; Edgar Poe did so. that moment, I am not ashamed to own, I felt utterly crushed and despondent. At six o'clock, after two hours' tramping, I came across an open coffee-shop, which I entered. low place, and a rough lot in it. Big, unshaven men in clay-spattered corduroys, and with their day's dinner loosely knotted up in dirty bundles, were bolting thick slices of bread-and-butter, and audibly lapping the hot brown fluid that passed as coffee. A pint-cup of it was placed before me. I looked at it: I folded my arms on the table, let my head fall forward, and went to sleep beside it. Nor How long my state of sheer destitution continued, I cannot absolutely say, for, as has already been intimated, I wholly lost count of time; AI must, however, have been pitiably near starvation when relief came. Whilst funds remained, I had despatched divers effusions in manuscript to several of the more prominent of the London magazines, the conductors of which did not shew that generous rivalry' in securing my contributions I had fondly hoped to witness. As a matter of fact, the contributions in question (I can now perceive) were in nowise calculated to meet with editorial acceptance, and the editors accordingly did not accept them. Indeed, they made no sign-and no wonder ! Moderating my aims, therefore, I had devoted the last few pence I could raise (the proceeds of the sale of a pocket-handkerchief) to the purchase of pen, ink, and paper, and retiring to a news-room in the City-since recognised as Deacon's in Leadenhall Street-had concocted and copied out a certain quantity of comic verse, the composition of which was about the cruellest task that ever man's brain was forced to strain at. In my then condition of mind and body, I verily believe the effort well-nigh cost me my reason. Somehow or other, however, the thing was accomplished, and the result (accompanied by a few lines indicating the extremity of my situation) delivered at the office of a popular humorous periodical in Fleet Street. As address for response, I gave 'Poste Restante, General Post-office; and there, eventually, an answer arrived. The editor of - would see the author of the verses entitled Hard Lines, if he would call at the office of the journal between the hours of 2 and 4 P.M. This the author did; and the upshot of the interview that ensued was the acceptance of his contribution (payment for which was at once advanced by the Good Samaritan of an editor from his own pocket), and an encouragement to try again. From that date forward I became a constant contributor to this periodical, and erelong was engaged as an active member of its staff. For upwards of eighteen months I maintained the literary connection I had thus fortunately formed, only withdrawing from it on occasion of the paper changing its proprietors and editor. Nor was I sorry to cease acting, week after week, the arduous part of a professional joker of jokes, Comic journalism is essentially demoralising for It is not my intention to enter into detail with respect to the dreary days that I passed during the first fortnight of my introduction to London. By pawning all that was pawnable-waistcoat, necktie, socks, sleeve-links, and so forth-I contrived to keep famine at arm's-length for a matter of nine days-a nine days' wonder to me how I did it, it has since become! Then arrived a period of bedless and breadless vagrancy; and then, too, began that extraordinary confusion and weary bewilderment with regard to time that held possession of me throughout the entire term of my hunger and houselessness. I seemed to lose all estimation of duration. Minutes stretched themselves into hours, and hours lengthened drearily into days; whilst each succeeding day appeared a monstrous elongation of its wonted self, that left me faint and footsore on the threshold of the still more tedious night. During the day, I would creep into St Paul's, and there, in a little out-of-the-way recess, snatch a wretched dog-sleep for my exhausted energies, only to wake up, cold and cramped, to an acuter sense of my utter forlornness. When the cathedral closed, and the sanctuary was shut against me, I was forced once more to tramp the teeming pavements, with their shifting, unheedful crowds and endless alien faces. All through the wet, gusty night, whilst London was wide awake with the roar of wheels and the glare of gas; and later, when it had subsided into a fitful, uneasy slumber-from early evening until early morning -I dragged my aching limbs through the cruel labyrinth of streets, sometimes seeking shelter beneath an occasional porch, and anon sinking from very weakness upon the bare, rain-beaten door-step. But, says the respectable reader, why, in the THE MONTH: SCIENCE AND ARTS. the journalist persistence in it, in nine cases out of ten, is intellectual ruin. Constant capering relaxes the nerves, and life-from a literary point of view-degenerates into a mere carnival, a saturnalian mummery. Many a time have I lost patience with those whose only works were comic encyclopædias, comic arithmetics, comic Euclids, and comic histories of all kinds. Douglas Jerrold asserted his belief that there were some men even who would write a Comic Sermon on the Mount; and my own small experience fully confirms this conviction of that famous sage and satirist. Attempts at fun in every possible subject have assuredly been long since overdone. Literature generally stands in need, I think, of some new treatment. My pen, however, had not been exclusively confined to the pages of the paper by which I was salaried as a regular contributor. From time to time I had obtained insertion of prose and verse compositions in a variety of the leading periodicals of the day, and I now applied myself more especially to the production of such miscellaneous articles. Of course, like all young writers, I have occasionally met with, and merited rebuff; but, on the other hand, I can honestly and gratefully speak of the general courtesy of my reception by those much-abused gentlemen, the editors of the magazines. Since fairly embarked on my literary career, I have tasted somewhat both of the bitters and sweets of my calling. There have been rough times and smooth, times of plenty and times of dearth; but I have always striven to encounter either fortune with a becoming equanimity. Two years of the four and a half that have elapsed since I so impulsively came out of the east to London have been spent on the continent, where I found employment in the hack-work of compilation. This was by no means profitable from a pecuniary point of view; but, after the relaxing influence of comic journalism, it was a most wholesome schooling for my pen. Moreover, I took advantage of my residence abroad to ground myself in the French and German languages, for doing which special facilities were afforded me by the outbreak of the late war, my situation during the early part of the campaign being conveniently open to the visits alike of Gaul and Teuton. I also wrote a novel; but not being satisfied with it on completion, I decided to put it aside for that probationary period which Horace prescribes for a doubtful work, meanwhile essaying my luck at a second. And this brings me up to the present date. One word more a word in season to those unknown authorlings, my brother-beginners. Let me recommend them to be modest (as becomes the literary novice), compliable, and respectful; and, above all, let me urge them not to be too aspiring. They should bear in mind the fable of the Frog and the Bull, and remember how the frog made a fool of himself, not an ox. Let them always seriously incline to hear the advice of their professional seniors; and, even though they should not invariably follow it, let them never fail to thank the mentor of the moment for his wellmeant counsel. And if, as they begin to rise in repute, they should meet with a certain amount of envious detraction (as peradventure may be the case), let them not be discomforted. There is a section of lettered humanity that regards the enrolment of every fresh volunteer in the ranks of 829 literature with selfish and narrow-minded animosity. Happily this section is small. My experience assures me that in the pursuit of literature as a profession there are many noble-hearted beings, who are ready to welcome young and aspiring recruits into their ranks. THE MONTH: AFTER the overmuch discussion that has of late prevailed about 'encouragement' of science by the government, it is refreshing to see that science can encourage itself, and that, notwithstanding what some popular growlers describe as 'the apathy of the ruling powers,' the scientific and learned societies who have recently opened their sessions shew no falling-off in matter, nor in hopeful confidence that philosophical research will continue to increase and multiply. If, as Mr Disraeli said at Glasgow, a knowledge of the spirit of the age is essential to true progress, then this knowledge prevails at one of our universities. Oxford has accepted Mr Warren de la Rue's offer of a large reflecting telescope, with other apparatus for physical and astronomical investigation; is going to build a proper observatory, and give such assistance to the Professor of Astronomy as will enable him to use all those appliances to the best advantage in the cause of science. In this, Oxford sets a praiseworthy example, and will soon find that honours and dignities can be won in the field of physics, as well as in the domain of Latin and Greck. Astronomical Society, Mr Warren de la Rue has Among the Fellows of the Royal and of the Royal long been known as a zealous cultivator of science, and munificent in his promotion thereof. He is in the prime of life, and may therefore hope to see rich results from his noble gift to Oxford. Of all philosophical instruments, the spectroscope seems now to hold out the grandest promise of discovery. In astronomy and in chemistry, its unrivalled power of analysis are more and more appreciated. In papers read before the Royal Society, On Spectroscopic Observations of the Sun, Mr Lockyer has added largely to our knowledge of what the sun is made of, and what is going on therein, and shews that it will repay any amount of investigation. He is at present engaged in mapping the entire spectrum of the sun in all its details by aid of photography; and the map when published will have incalculable value for all students of cosmical phenomena. Mr Lockyer is an example that a man busy with official duties may yet find time to do good work for science. It will be a satisfaction to some readers to learn that unpopular science can be cultivated, and that it is recognised and rewarded, as well as popular science. Among physicists of the present day, the Conservation of Energy is a familiar term; but thirty years ago the principle which it involves was unknown. In acoustics, a clearer understanding of the phenomena of sound has been arrived at through a clearer knowledge of the operation of the ear, and out of these may come important speculations of the cause of harmony. In Physiological Optics, peculiarities of vision have been accounted for; the accommodation of the eye has been placed on the sure basis of exact measurement, and the ophthalmometer and the ophthalmoscope are instruments of the highest value in all investigations of the eye, whether in health or disease. To Professor Helmholtz of Berlin, the world is indebted for treatises on the profound subjects above mentioned, and for perfection of the instruHe has been for some years a foreign member of the Royal Society, and that learned body, at their recent anniversary meeting, conferred on him the Copley Medal, which, though of small pecuniary value, has long been regarded as foremost among their titles of honour. Sir Humphry Davy called it their ancient olive crown. ments. New Burlington House, a grand pile, looking into Piccadilly, with a quadrangle to the rear, is nearly completed. The Royal Society are now in occupation of their new apartments, comprising a stately library, in the east wing. The Linnæan and the Chemical Societies are also in their new quarters; and in the spring, the Geological, Astronomical, and Society of Antiquaries, now lodged at Somerset House, will move to Burlington House. The President of the Royal Geological Society of Ireland, in his annual address, drew attention to the great advantages which geological science had of late derived from the microscope, 'one of the most important implements in the geologist's armamentarium, to which we owe the expansion of a comparatively new field of work, namely, Petrography. In exploring this field, a large amount of knowledge of the nature and constitution of rocks has been gained, while much more remains to reward inquiry. An active-minded person in want of occupation would find ample scope in micro-geology. Science tends to become more interesting, now that we know that the combinations in the inorganic and in the organic world are regulated by the same laws. As Professor Macalister explained: "There is but one chemistry, and not a separate science for organic and for inorganic compounds. On two bodies and their compounds, hang all, or most of the varying forms of nature. The organic world has been spoken of as the realm of carbon, and we may with nearly equal truth regard the mineral world as the realm of silicon. What carbon is in the first, that silicon is in the second;' and from recent investigations of what are called the 'silicon alcohols,' there seems reason to believe that 'the latent properties of a second organic world' await discovery. Telegraphists and observers of magnetic phenomena are often disturbed and puzzled by earthcurrents, and to find out what earth-currents really are would be a praiseworthy exploit. A suggestion has been made in a paper read before the Society of Telegraph Engineers that, as the 'quadrant electrometer' is so perfect an instrument, if telegraphists all over the world would betake themselves to careful observation with that instrument, they might accumulate data from which the mystery could be cleared up. A further suggestion was, that if an electrometer is to be kept in good working-order, all its parts should be well electro-gilt. The potentiality of an instrument is weakened by corrosion. Touching on the much debated question as to whether electricity is a fluid, an ether, or a force, the same paper shews that electricity is the result of contact. It is contact of dissimilar bodies, the two metals, that first starts the impulse, and then the chemical action of the battery keeps it going. Thus in electrical as well as geological science the field of research grows ever wider. The Society of Arts are preparing an exhibition of stoves and fire-grates, by which they hope to demonstrate that the art of burning coal can be carried on with the perfection of economy. It is notorious that with fire-places generally their proper performance is matter of chance; houses are made uncomfortable by smoke inside, and ugly by pots and cowls outside, because builders and stovemakers have never yet learned the true principles of construction of grates and chimneys. A premium of five hundred pounds has been placed in the hands of the Society, and makers of the best grates of various kinds. Actual they have promised to apportion it among the trial is to be made in a building erected at South Kensington; so we may hope not only that the best will be chosen, but that the best will be as perfect as they ought to be. It is a bad sign of the times when either in mechanics or in morals the best is not good enough. With a view to further economy of coal, the Society offer medals for locomotive engines to work without coal. If petroleum, or gun-cotton, or some explosive compound, could be made to drive machinery, a great saving of coal would be brought about, and with manifest advantages. They are also continuing their endeavours towards converting peat into an economical fuel. Many attempts have been made, and have failed; but another experiment is now to be made by a company who have bought a thousand acres of peat-bog in Devonshire. The Society of Arts are not narrow in their range of subjects: they are trying to prevent the fires that burn down houses; to improve watersupply; to find a locomotive to run on common roads; to improve street cabs and carriages; to bring meat fresh and fit for the market from South America and Australia, and fruits from all countries; to extend our knowledge of African products; to render museums alike accessible and instructive; and to promote the cultivation of music. Of their endeavours in the latter particular, the National Training School for Music, now in course of erection at Kensington, affords satisfactory evidence. Meteorologists have not failed to notice the 'cold snap,' to use an American phrase, which again occurred in October, and thus once more demonstrated its periodical character. During eleven days, in the latter half of the month, the temperature was below thirty-two degrees. The cause of the depression is unknown, and is well worth investigation by those who study the weather. On one of the rainy days at the beginning of the month, a remarkable phenomenon was observed in Wensleydale. After about five hours of rain, the river Yore was seen to rise suddenly nearly three feet, and form a wave, which flowed down the valley at five miles an hour. |