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On the other hand, it may be that ranges of mountains covered with perpetual snow, and valleys piled up with huge glacial accumulations, extend all the way to the Pole, and thus give to our globe an Arctic ice-cap like that displayed on the planet Mars. This, however, is very improbable, for, if it were the case, we ought to find a circumpolar ice-wall like that of the Antarctic regions, and the Arctic Ocean beyond the North Cape should be crowded with icebergs instead of being open and iceless all the year round. With such a configuration the ice-wall should reach Spitzbergen and stretch across to Nova Zembla; but, instead of this, we have there such an open stretch of Arctic water, that in the summer of 1876 Captain Kjelsen, of Tromsö, sailed in a whaler to lat. 81° 30' without sighting ice. He was then but 510 geographical miles from the Pole with open sea right away to his north horizon, and nobody can say how much farther.

These problems may all be solved by the proposed expedition. The men are ready and willing; one volunteer has even promised £1,000 on condition that he shall be allowed to have a seat in one of the balloons. All that is wanted are the necessary funds, and the amount required is but a small fraction of what is annually expended at our racecourses upon villanous concoctions of carbonic acid and methylated cyder bearing the name of "champagne."

Arrangements are being made to start next May, but in the mean time many preliminary experiments are required. One of these, concerning which I have been boring Commander Cheyne and the committee, is a thorough and practical trial of the staying properties of hydrogen gas when confined in given silken or other fabrics saturated with given varnishes. We are still ignorant on this fundamental point. We know something about coal gas, but little or nothing of the hydrogen, such as must be used in the forthgoing expedition. Its exosmosis, as proved by Graham, depends upon its adhesion to the surface of the substance confining it. Every gas has its own speciality in this respect, and a membrane that confines a hydrocarbon like coal gas may be very unsuitable for pure hydrogen, or vice versa. Hydrogen passes through hard steel, carbonic oxide through red-hot iron plates, and so on with other gases. They are guilty of most improbable proceedings in the matter of penetrating apparently impenetrable substances.

The safety of the aëronauts and the success of the aërial exploration primarily depends upon the length of time that the balloons can be kept afloat in the air.

A sort of humanitarian cry has been raised against this expedition, VOL. CCXLVII. NO. 1795.

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on the ground that unnaturally good people (of whom we now meet so many) should not be guilty of aiding and abetting a scheme that may cause the sacrifice of human life. These kind friends may be assured that, in spite of their scruples, the attempt will be made by men who share none of their fears, unless the preliminary experiments prove that a balloon cannot be kept up long enough. Therefore the best way to save their lives is to subscribe at once for the preliminary expense of making these trials, which will either discover means of travelling safely, or demonstrate the impossibility of such ballooning altogether. Such experiments will have considerable scientific value in themselves, and may solve other problems than those of Arctic exploration.

Why not apply balloons to African exploration or the crossing of Australia? The only reply to this is that we know too little of the prac tical possibilities of such a method of travelling when thus applied. Hitherto the balloon has only been a sensational toy. We know well enough that it cannot be steered in a predetermined line, ie. from one point to another given point, but this is quite a different problem from sailing over a given surface of considerable area. This can be done to a considerable extent, but we want to know definitely to what extent, and what are the limits of reliability and safety. With this knowledge and its application by the brave and skilful men who are so eager to start, the solution of the Polar mystery assumes a new and far more hopeful phase than it has ever before presented.

W. MATTIEU WILLIAMS.

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A SCOTCH HOLIDAY.

`ARE'S fardel flung away-how sweet

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To climb once more a slate-jagged mount,

Mistwrapped, and muffled at its feet

In ruddy firs, to track the fount

Of some torn river from the moor
That plunges tow'rds a quiet shore!

The sense of liberty, the breath

From wind-swept peak and dew-dashed flowr's— These animate that living death

Which holds in bondage our best hours,
Where fashion, use, and wont combine,
Enslaving man to Mammon's shrine.

And then the gleaming thread which flings
Its life adown the stern rock-wall,
The mighty pine which heav'nward springs,
Where most the silver spray-show'rs fall,
The turf-heaped shieling, old grey farm,
Lone sheepfold-these ne'er cease to charm!
Here long cool eves and larger stars,
More lustrous moons, withdraw the gaze
From meaner things; the prison bars
Which caged the soul in evil days
Snap, as good influences shed
Their blessings on the soul instead.

He was not wrong, that Attic sage,

Who bade men search for Beauty's self,
For she would ope true wisdom's page
To save from sordid lusts of pelf;

My father! on this ruder shore

Thy scholar thanks thee for the lore!

The poet with his eyes unsealed

Feasts where a common mind finds nought,

And mountain mysteries revealed

To him creative wealth have brought;
Strong colours glow, the sun's swift glints
Illume his verse with changeful tints.

Nature for him grave knowledge keeps,
Meanings undreamt by meaner men,
Where the moon's shadowy vastness sleeps,
Where lake and corrie strike his ken;
Each peak a wizard's sceptre wields,
Rivers transport to Fancy's fields.

E'en we more humble wooers joy-
Sworn subjects we of Beauty's reign-
At her delights; here never cloy

The smiles her wilfulness may deign;
At opening morn from soft grey skies,
From pink-flushed clouds as daylight dies.

At eve by Tummel's roar to stray,

To watch Schehallion's mist-wreathed crown,

Or greater giants in shadowy grey,

That o'er their sleeping brethren frown;
To hear the curlew's scream, the reed
Shiver-were happiness indeed!

An old renown broods o'er this land;
Here shattered castle, abbeys pale,
And quaint historic palace stand,

Mute guardians of the gallant tale
How men here hunted, gay dames smiled,
And none their liberty beguiled.

Here Peace has fixed her stable throne

On rocks as firm, and discontent
May chafe afar-no jarring tone

With Scotland's kindly voices blent ;
The dark sea sparkling into white,
With silver girds her ancient might.
Still, like their thistles, quick to tear
A proud aggressor, Scotia's sons
With thrift a hardy offspring rear

Where heath-tufts blaze or trout-stream runs ;

And bare-legged lads, and lassies shy,
In home-love with their fathers vie.
For friendly deed and welcome word

A stranger oft must thank this land;
The gentle accents here once heard,
Burnt in his heart will life-long stand;
And memory turns with wistful gaze
To Caledonia's long bright days.
Adieu! From Berwick winding slow,
With Tweed's fair valley overpast,
Steam speeds me; but one look I throw-
A lingering look-not then the last-

To Scotland; nor can words now tell
My thankful heart; kind land, farewell!

Adieu! my holiday is dead!

Its wild-flowers will not bloom anew ;
Fancy and poetry have fled,

The loved hills fade in tender blue;
But close at hand are wife, babes, home,
And English working days have come.

M. G. WATKINS.

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TABLE TALK.

‘OR many reasons—among which may be counted the fact that a different course would convert into a mere obituary the pages now assigned to Table Talk-I do not ordinarily chronicle the death of men of eminence. So closely connected, however, during a long and honourable life, with the kind of studies it has been a special object of the Gentleman's Magazine to foster, with the magazine itself and with those responsible for its management, was the late James Robinson Planché, that some allusion to his life and labours is demanded. Foremost among modern antiquaries, not only in research and in that exactitude which it is the special province of antiquarianism to inculcate, but in the power of co-ordinating details and in the quality of quickening into vitality what in other hands is mere archæological lumber, Mr. Planché did much to fix the bases of modern research, and supplied materials out of which, with little or no acknowledgment, more than one high-class reputation has been established, To the knowledge of heraldry which he acquired in early years, he owed his successive appointments in the Herald's Office, the final dignity awarded him in that mysterious branch of the public service being Somerset Herald. To the public generally he was best known as a dramatist, the list of his plays approaching in length that of Heywood or some other writer of the Shakespearean epoch. During many consecutive years he supplied the stage with a series of extravaganzas which, in elegance of diction, happiness of treatment, and quaintness and pleasantness of humour, have never been surpassed. Besides these works, which constitute a class in themselves, he wrote, adapted, or translated comedies without number, and he even succeeded in the remarkable feat of rendering acceptable to the English play-goer a drama of "Aristophanes."

His long life enabled him, in a period which most men assign to repose, to see through the press the three works by which he is likely to be best remembered, the "Recollections," for the production of which he was specially fitted by his social popularity, no less than by his curious experiences and his fine memory; the collection of his Ex

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