is seated aiming a spear at the savage beast, is from Prussia. One wonders how it could have been wrought so large and so perfect. There are many more statues of all kinds, but the most perfect is the figure of a Greek slave girl in Parian marble, by Hiram Powers, an American. To tell them all is not possible; but there were babes in the wood; the orphans; the shipwrecked boy; the dog protecting a child from a snake; Samson bursting his bands; the happy child, playing with a toy; the unhappy child, who had burst his drum; and many others.

Of models there were many-The river, shipping, and town of Liverpool, was the largest; the Falls of Niagara; the houses of Shakespear and John Knox; Plymouth Breakwater; Castle of Roseneau, where Prince Albert was born; west front of Exeter Cathedral, made of the pith of rushes by a lady; the great tubular bridge in Wales; and many more.

All the nations seem to have done their best. The French excelled in silks, ribbons, gloves, and bonnets-the Swiss needlework was surprisingly beautiful-a shawl in needlework from Austria surpassed everything of the kind-the lace from Belgium was lovely-the carpets from Turkey, Persia, and India, splendid. Among the curiosities

in this way were a knitted frock in which were 1,464,859 stitches-straw worked into crape in figures-a needle-work ornament for a state bed, executed in London by thirty girls in ten months, of 700 shades of colour, with 1,600,000 stitches-gold and silver dresses of sixteen yards each at sixteen guineas per yard. The lace trophy and the silk trophy were very magnificent. But we were most

surprised at the specimens of flowers and other ornaments in the new art of crotchet work. What clear heads and nimble fingers must have been at work! But again we must stop. We have a long list yet, especially of curiosities; with which, and a few further thoughts, we shall bring our remarks to a close.

THOSE EVENING BELLS.

THOSE evening bells-those evening bells-
How many a tale their music tells,

Of youth, and home, and native clime,
When I last heard their soothing chime!

Those pleasant hours have passed away,
And many a heart, that then was gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
And hears no more those evening bells.

And so 'twill be when I am gone:
That tuneful peal will still ring on,

When other bards shall walk those dells,

And sing your praise, sweet evening bells!"

THE RE-CAPTURE OF AN AFRICAN GIRL.

A SCENE OF LIBERTY.

AFTER some years, when I was beginning to grow tall, my mistress sent me into the field, for she claimed me as her slave, and I always obeyed her orders. Field-work was harder than that in the house, but I was not displeased to be away from my master, whom I could not bear to look upon; besides, he was a passionate man, often drunk, and then his fury was ungovernable, till they stupified him with liquor, in which state he would lie for days together. One time when he was absent a Moor passed by, and my mistress called me and shewed me to him. He examined me all over very attentively, looked pleasantly at me, and afterwards had a conversation with her on the subject. She then gave me to understand that the Moor had offered a good price for me at the end of six months, provided I then looked well and plump. She praised my beauty, and said that I should go to live with the Moor, but that I must take care to answer his expectations. For this purpose I was brought from working in the fields, was well fed, and had to drink a large quantity of camel's milk every morning. Thus we are treated like the cattle: like them

we are bought and sold, and like them we are gorged with food when it answers our owner's purpose.

The time fixed upon was fast approaching, but I looked forward to it with far less interest than did my mistress. She was expecting my price in a quantity of necklaces, bracelets, and a fine shawl, which the Moor had promised to give for me if I were in good condition, and she spoke much about the hoped-for finery. I cared little about the matter, feeling no interest in the barter; whether I were a slave or a slave-wife made little difference, and would scarcely alter my condition of servitude. My thoughts were very limited, and provided I should be well treated and have plenty to eat, I little cared where I was or to whom I belonged. I had no idea of a soul or of a future state, but regarded myself as one of the cattle-only having a more beautiful body than they. I knew more than the cows, but not more than the ants and bees, and the wise elephant. What I heard of these creatures often made me wish that I was as free and as wise as they seemed to be. I lived for to-day, heedless of to-morrow, and nothing but my daily employment had ever exercised my mind. My master never prayed, for he was a Soninkee or drunken infidel, and knew not God. We had dances at particular times of the year, and

some of the people made offerings to idols, and we wore greegrees or amulets to keep away danger and disease; but we knew no more. The Moors, however, have a sacred book, and some of the negro nations worship Allah as they do; but this is for the men, not for the women.

The expectations of my mistress turned out like other African hopes-they were written on sand, which is scattered by a sudden whirlwind. One day while I was weaving cloth beside her, we were surprised by a small party of horsemen who dashed into the yard. All the men of the place were absent, which these robbers had ascertained by their spies. They instantly seized us and as many more women as they could find, each taking up one upon his horse, and rode off at full gallop. It was the work of a moment, and we were all carried away-my mistress, her child, and the other wives, sharing in the same captivity with their slaves. In Africa a man may be great to day and very little to-morrow, and he that plundered his neighbour's house yesterday may have his own home broken up next morning. When my master came home from looking after the cattle which he had stolen he would find his huts desolate, and might have no information about the robbers-only that they were Moors.