in the water, that it is difficult to tell the reality from the reflection.  At home in England, I would have gone far to see such scenes; but they are here at every turn.  I enclose you some leaves, but the purity of the colour is gone after a few hours.  I am sure many valuable additions might be made to the European stock of flowers:  there are thousands of species—­some extremely beautiful; but how they are propagated, or whether they could be transplanted, I cannot tell, being no horticulturist.  Among the millions here, one plant would be much admired with you.  It grows wild about three feet high, with long, curiously-formed leaves, and surmounted by bunches of bright scarlet blossoms, exactly like the geranium.  In the course of my stroll, I came upon a genuine shanty of a new settler, full of fine children.  The husband away at work—­a little patch cleared for Indian corn and a few vegetables, the sturdy trees enclosing all.  Truly the pair have their work before them, but they have likewise hope and comfort.  I chatted a little while with the wife, a genuine specimen of the Anglo-Saxon race—­clean, industrious, and hopeful:  left home to avoid being starved, and sat down here, in rude comfort, with her ruddy children growing up about her—­to be a joy and a support, instead of the drag and vexation they would have proved at home.—­Private Letter from an English Artist settled at Boston.

WOMEN.

Christianity freed woman, because it opened to her the long-closed world of spiritual knowledge.  Sublime and speculative theories, hitherto confined to the few, became, when once they were quickened by faith, things for which thousands were eager to die.  Simple women meditated in their homes on questions which had long troubled philosophers in the groves of academies.  They knew this well; and felt that from her who had sat at the feet of the Master, listening to the divine teaching, down to the poorest slave who heard the tidings of spiritual liberty, they had all become daughters of a great and immortal faith.  Of that faith women were the earliest adherents, disciples, and martyrs.  Women followed Jesus, entertained the wandering apostles, worshipped in the catacombs, or died in the arena.  The Acts of the Apostles bear record to the charity of Dorcas and the hospitality of Lydia; and tradition has preserved the memory of Praxedes and Pudentiana, daughters of a Roman senator, in whose house the earliest Christian meetings were held in Rome.—­Women of Christianity, by Julia Kavanagh.

‘WHARE’ER THERE’S A WILL THERE IS ALWAYS A WAY.’

    Langsyne, when I first gaed to schule, I was glaiket,
    In books and in learning nae pleasure had I;
    And when for my fauts wi’ the taws I was paiket,
    ‘I canna do better,’ was aye my reply. 
    ‘Deed Rab,’ quo my mither, ‘for daffn’ and playin’
    There ’s nocht ye can manage by nicht or by day;
    But this let me tell ye, and mind what I’m sayin’—­
    Whare’er there’s a will there is always a way.