Notes On Literature, Science, And Art.

bomgs , lay up no excess of food . At best they have none to spare , and in this garden their greatest enemies are the hornets , Avho lie in wait for the returning bees , attack them , rifle them , and not unfrequently kill them . The marauders are entrapped by very simple means . A bottle , half filled with water , is sufficient to entice them to their death . " That a halfpenny daEy neAvspaper should be able to arrange for the first publication of really valuable contributions to our literature , like those letters of Mr . Hep-Avorth Dixon ' sis one of the promising signs of the timesand speaks Avell alike for the

, , spirited proprietors and for their subscribers in the north of England , Avhere the paper has an immense circulation , under the able management of our Brother , John Hyslop Bell . It Avould be interesting to know hoAV many of our brethren have been , and IIOAV are , connected Avith the press , that great enlightener of mankind : and every true Mason ardently AA'ishes for more light , both for himself ancl for others . There is ahvays something interesting to me in looking over the Registers of

Baptisms , Marriages , and Burials , preserved in our parish chinches ; and I have wished for many years to see the AA'hole of such as are still legible printed and published separately , with explanatory notes AA'here necessary to thi'OAV light upon history . Occasionally one comes upon singular entries . The November number of Dr . Marshall's Genealogist gives the folloAA-ing from the Registers of Easham , in Worcestershire : —

" 1741 . Bur . Tho . Lewis of Orleton An ingenious honest Man thought to be destroy'd by Egerton BosAvell of Cleobury A Silley ignorant pretending Quack ( M Lewis not being well ) gave him so large a dose of opium , y' he Never waken'd ; but see y ° justice of Providence , Boswell to Vindicate his Own Reputation , ( being told he had kill'd so good A man & thereby Ruined his fiamiley leaving behind him a wife and many Children Much in Debt ) Said he e safely take y ° same Quantity w he did w had such an effect upon him y' he im ' ediately lost y use of one Side ., lay lingering and Senseless 3 or 4 Days and then Dyed Dnpittyed . "October 29 1741 BurElizabeth Lewis Sister to " Above ThoLewis Sinster She Ever

. . y . p was Esteem'd a very A erteous Modest woman tho' thro' some Disorder in her Head Cut her own throat almost from Ear to Ear about 3 years before She Died Her wind pipe was 3 parts Cutt through her throat puding { sic ) More y" halfe way her whole Breath and Voice came thro' y wound . She was y " y ° most fearful and Gastly Object I ever Saw Yett please God ( by y" Assistance of D Seager of Tenbury ) She soon got well of y' terrible wound , perfectly recovered her senses , and became a sincere penitent ( I do believe ) before she dyed . " And in the early part of the present century Ave have : —

" 1808 . Married . Thomas Elton Miller Esq' of Bockleton in this County and Elizabeth Whitehead June 4 . The only & much beloved Daughter of the Rector of this Parish . She was a happy Bride little more than one month , dying at Exmouth in Devon , July 12 th . " Hamanel , and other Poems , is the title of a little volume b y E . S . Littleton , of Tunbridge Wells , a young poet of considerable promise . The principal poem—a dramatic one , though intended for reading only—opens Avith Hamanel walking sloAvly along the sea-shore , beneath the cliffs . It Avas a fine conception of Charles Dickens to make a child AA'onclering at " AA'hafc are the AVI'M Avaves saying ? " Mr . Littleton ' s translation of their never-ceasing song has music as Avell as fancy .

"Onward we roll , onwarel we roll , AA'ith a laugh for our song , and a hiss for our dole ; AA'ith a surge and a bound , ancl a roaring around , AA e roll as for ages before . From the far distant west we are speeding our course , And on our bosoms are bearing the breeze , And the soft balmy air , of the still western seas : We have hither been driven bthe deep ocean ' s force

y , To be shatter'd and spent on the shore . "We rejoice ' neath the light of the moonbeams aboA'e , ] Neath the shadows of yon frowning cliffs ; 'Tis to leap in the moonlight and shadows we love , 'Midst the iolly-faeed fishermen ' s skiffs .

Ave are singing a song we have sung to the dead , And roil'd o ' er them a funeral dirge ; O ' er the souls of brave men we deep terror have spread , And have sadden'd with moans in our surge . "