Of the spread of these Societies we take this anecdote as an example:—­“A lady, who became acquainted at Brighton with the Co-operative Society of that town, and carried away a knowledge of the scheme, has formed three similar societies!, one at Tunbridge, one at Hastings, the third we know not where.  That at Hastings was, at the end of July, just thirteen weeks old; it had made a clear profit of L79. 5_s_. 4_d_. and its returns for the last week of that month were L104.  There are now upwards of seventy Co-operative Societies in different parts of England, and they are spreading so rapidly that the probability is that by the time this number of our Review is published, there will be nearly one hundred.”  Upon the system of Co-operation the Editor forcibly remarks, “It is at present in its infancy—­a cloud no bigger than a man’s hand.  Whether it is to dissipate in heat, or gradually spread over the land and send down refreshing showers on this parched and withered portion of society, God only knows, and time only can reveal.”

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STANDARD OF THE JANISSARIES.

Odd as it may seem, a soup-kettle is the standard of the Janissaries, an emblem rather more appropriate for a Court of Aldermen.  Dr. Walsh says that he saw in the streets of Constantinople, an extraordinary greasy-looking fellow dressed in a leather jacket, covered over with ornaments of tin, bearing in his hand a lash of several leather thongs; he was followed by two men, also fantastically dressed, supporting a pole on their shoulders, from which hung a large copper kettle.  They walked through the main streets with an air of great authority, and all the people hastily got out of the way.  This he found on inquiry was the soup-kettle of a corps of Janissaries, and always held in high respect; indeed, so distinguishing a characteristic of this body is their soup, that their colonel is called Tchorbadge, or the distributor of soup.  Their kettle, therefore, is in fact, their standard, and whenever that is brought forward, it is the signal of some desperate enterprize, and in a short time 20,000 men have been known to rally round their odd insignia of war.  Apropos, have they not something to do with kettle-drums?

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HOME COLONIES.

Workhouses are moral pesthouses, for the encouragement of idleness and profligacy, where at a great charge to the public, a host of outcasts are reared and trained for a career of misery.  For these costly and demoralizing establishments, which the English poor dread even more than imprisonment or transportation—­for

    "That pauper-palace which they hate to see,”

we would fain see substituted a district or county colony, where every able-bodied human being out of employment might find work and subsistence.—­Quarterly Review.