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smile. "German lessons, forsooth! If little Maria Chamberlain and Allan Balfour don't become adepts in some other lore than guttural German, then I'm much mistaken, that's all, uncle John. Comedies sometimes have unlooked-for tragic endings; and what should you say, uncle John, if the acquaintance, commenced once upon a time in your dwelling, should some time terminate in a very serious and responsible engagement calling for a clergyman and a ring, in which Maria Chamberlain should sustain the part of wife to the Country Cousin ?"

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of sale, or mortgage, but I want you to give me-Carrie Lindsay."

"Aha! so you would take an old man's darling?" said John Balfour with a sad smile. "Well, nephew, I don't wonder you want to gather that sweet flower to your heart. Take her, Ralph, for I can spare her to you now better than I could one year ago, thanks to the lesson which you and Allan gave my wife and daughters at that memorable party last year. Take her, and with her old uncle John's blessing."

"You have made me a happy man this day, uncle John?" exclaimed the young man, grasping his hand enthusiastically. "There, not a word!" said the old man, hastily drawing his hand across his eyes. "Haven't I seen it all along? Ah, that I have, Ralph. But a word about Allan. You know that I gave him the chief clerkship last month; and next spring I intend to take him into the firm-Balfour, Ray & Co.-eh, Ralph ? There's the stuff for a true business man in him. The Chamberlains make a great deal of him; he and Frank are inseparable. But do you know he goes over there to study German with Maria, under her teacher? I used to think you liked Maria yourself, Ralph, eh?"

"Hum, hum, the plot thickens!" replied Ralph, with a


It is our good fortune to have many lady readers; and to women the nursery is an always new, always delightful subject of discussion. This consideration has moved us to put together some of the curiosities of baby nursing-to depict, ere they go out of use and memory, as the once familiar hornbook has gone, some of the many machines invented for baby's benefit and nurse's ease. Of course, it is not a very important subject, but it is an interesting one: all old domestic customs are interesting, especially when they are dying out.

And it cannot be denied that our nurseries have been entirely revolutionized of late, among other things. What has become of its literature, for instance? The strategic Giant-killer, the elegant Valentine, the rude Orson, Cinderella most charming, are all falling back into the limbo of worn-out mythologies; while, as for the nursery rhymes we used to hear, who repeats them now? Not many nurses, not many mammas. Long before the famous New Zealander of the future arrives at London Bridge they will be extinct; and if that savant happens to recover them amongst the ruins of the British Museum, Bloomsbury, he will be even more puzzled over them than with the nursery rhyme written for his savage progenitors by Mr. Punch:

Catch a little white boy,

Catch him by the leg; Cook a little white boy,

Bring the crumbs and egg

What is the rest of it? It ends, you know, with

Put him on the table with the missionary pie!

Of course nothing need be said about the familiar inventions of modern days-nothing, for instance, about the baby-jumper-a machine for the pacification of querulous infancy, which at one time seemed likely to become as universal as the much-abused perambulator is now. Cruik shank proposed, indeed, to give the invention an application which would have extended its benefits throughout the family. Some of our readers may remember an etching of the humorist's in which materfamilias sat darning stockings in peace, while every member of the household



-from papa to the baby-was delightfully dozing in a "jumper." However, the machine was not destined for any great success-spite of several improvements, the last of which appears to be giving a "highty-tighty" motion to the chair by means of springs beneath.

Swings are probably as old an institution as infancy; and as it is the fashion now to account for the origin of everything, we have no difficulty in making the suggestion that the art of swinging was originally invented by a monkey. It is a favorite diversion of that ingenious animal, and nature has provided him with a double means of indulging it-in the lithe parasitical plants of monkey countries, and in the possession of a prehensile tail. According to Lord Monboddo's theory, the human race in its infancy may also have enjoyed both these advantages; though the probability is that it did not. However, it is just as likely that the monkey taught the human race to swing as that pigs invented the plough; and it is the opinion of no less a scholar than Mr. Gladstone that the pig's snout, turning up the earth for roots, did suggest to some brilliant savage the construction and use of that important instrument of agriculture. The construction of the swing is naturally very simple; though that which we have engraved is the product of years of civilization. The cross pieces slide up the ropes, baby is placed on the seat, the cross pieces are then hauled down again, and he is as secure as a Chinese thief in his canque. Swings are recommended by the "faculty" in preference to rocking-horses-on mathematical principles. We forget how the difference is made out, but the one determines blood to the head, they say, and the other does not. Both frequently determine the head to the turf-a matter of less importance in ancient times than now, since the skull grows thinner, generation after generation, as civilization advances.

a "go-cart" while in vigorous little hands (or with vigorous little hands in it) that apparatus was constantly coming into collision with you and your furniture in a way surprising and disastrous to all parties-you always knew where to have a baby in a roundabout. There were practical limits to the dear child's enterprise of which he was ignorant, and with which you had many reasons to be satisfied.

The sketch from which our drawing was made was taken at Caistor, in Lincolnshire, seventeen or eighteen years ago. We have since seen in other parts of England-in old country cottages-a hole in the beam above, and another in the floor below, which evidently once accommodated a revolving pole like that shown in our picture. In almost every case, however, the then occupants of the cottage were totally ignorant of what these holes were designed for.

We have also included in our series some ruder schemes. To cage children in a chair turned on its side is a common expedient with the working classes. In the west of Yorkshire, in Lincolnshire, and in Cheshire, the "peggy-tub" is turned to the same account. The " peggy-tub" is so called, we believe, because it is used in connection with a three-legged, or threepegged instrument, churn-wise. There is an obvious danger to baby's chin in all these contrivances; the "go-cart" itself was open to this grave objection, the force of which was found when the pretty prattler lost his footing.

To pad the head is a Devonshire expedient, designed to mitigate the effects of a fall. It is known elsewhere, no doubt; we think we have heard that it is used in Spain. In some cases the pad is placed only at the front and at the back of the head; in others it is continued all round. A band passed over the top of the head keeps it in position.

Lacing the body to a pillow is a German custom. No doubt it is a practice congenial to infants of a lymphatic disposition, with no turn for self-government. Children of British consti

Our other contrivances for the pacification of the infant mind, for controlling the exercise of infant restlessness, or for teaching unlearned babies the art of locomotion, have been very nume-tution would probably kick at the restraint. It is thirty years


Most of them are now antiquated, or altogether out of date. "Leading-strings" were at one time almost universally used in the nursery, and to be "still in leading-strings" lives as a byword and a reproach now that they themselves have been long forgotten. Children are often assisted to walk in our own day by a handkerchief or shawl passed round their waists; but the leading-strings of old-such as we have depicted--were contrivances expressly fashioned for the purpose. A band met round the child's chest (where it was fastened by buttons), and to the band the "strings" were attached.

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The "go-cart" was a much more complicated apparatus. Its construction-familiar, no doubt, in the memory of many of our readers-is shown in the third picture on page 312. Some of these elaborate engines were made with the top a permanent circle," so that the child had to be dropped within it; others were divided and hinged off, so that could open and close upon the ambitious infant whose first attempts at pedestrianism it was intended to facilitate. There was another sort of "go-cart," not unlike a small double towel-horse; and some were made of wicker-work.

"Go-carts" are shown in many Italian and French pictures; and the machine, slightly varied, seems to have been commonly used throughout Europe for several centuries. In the picture of "Infancy"-the first of a set of four in the National Gallery, the productions of Lancret, who died in 1745-the "gocart" figures. It is of much the same shape as that shown in our engraving; the chief difference being that Lancret's " gocart" does not run on castors, but on fixed wheels.

since they were emancipated from the intolerable tyranny of swaddling bands-the relics of an effete barbarism extending back to the feudal period-and the nurse who now attempted to fetter an English infant with them again would find herself grievously mistaken. Still we cannot but applaud the pillow contrivance for little Dutchmen.

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The mothers of Southern Italy sometimes bind up their infants, too, like mummies; but their children are livelier and less plump than those of Germany, and so, with a certain propriety, they are lashed, not to a pillow, but to a board. A hole is drilled at the head of the board, and by this means the little dear can be suspended to the wall, or hung out on a branch like peaches or canary birds. We often hear of the ripe South; this is how they ripen children through the sour period of teething. Provided with a rattle, they are themselves able to scare away the birds, and it is not till a later period that they are henpecked. That the musical capacity of southern Italians had originally anything to do with the practice of suspending them among the branches, we have no authority for supposing.

Indian squaws, and squaws of several other countries, in fact, follow a similar custom. The Sioux Indians, at any rate, do so, though the practice is not known among other North American tribes. The little Sioux is lashed to a straight board by bandages which are laced tight behind with thongs. Its feet rest on a broad hoop passed round the bottom of the board. The Sioux mother is passionately fond, and many an hour she spends in decorating baby's cradle with porcupine quills, the teeth of various animals in quaint devices, and the figures of

A greater painter than Lancret, and one who lived long be- men and horses, &c., either embroidered or painted. Another him, also left the "go-cart" among his designs.

Michael Angelo, in his old age (he was modest as well as great), drew the figure of an old man in a "go-cart," and wrote beneath it 'Ancora impara" (still learning). We have had painters since who appear never to have seen the force of this design.

The Roundabout, represented in the larger engraving on this page, was a contrivance far less common than the "go-cart," though it was almost as ingenious. To be sure, there was this objection to it, that going rapidly round and round a pole, at a distance of a couple of feet or so, is likely to produce giddiness, and even, perhaps, to addle infant brains. On the other hand, while it is impossible to calculate the orbit of a phenomenon in

and a larger hoop is stretched over the child's head; this serves the double purpose of protecting its face in the event of a fall, and as a screen against the weather. Besides, a toy may be conveniently hung from the canopy for baby to play with. When mamma has to travel, however, the toy is taken away, and baby's arms bound to his sides as an additional safeguard against the effects of tumbling. How the child is carried from place to place may be seen in our engraving. A strap or broad strip of hide is passed round the back of the board and over the mother's forehead, as porters sometimes use to carry their loads. In this way the child is confined for seven months; it is then released and carried in the folds of a blanket at the mother's back. Should the infant die before it reaches the age of seven

months, it is buried, and its place in the cradle filled with
black quills and feathers. This altered burden is still carried
from place to place by the disconsolate mother for more than a
year sometimes (if no other little stranger arrives in the mean-
time), and all with the same care as if the veritable baby Sioux
was cooing or yelling at her back. While engaged with her
small domestic duties, she will chatter the jargon of mothers to
her poor bundle of black feathers, just as if the little one were
still there with ears to listen to her fond foolishness. No doubt
she believes it is there; that she has charmed its spirit into the
cradle, where it lies hid amongst the feathers. Only on this
supposition can we account for the statement of an eminent
American traveller, "that it matters not how heavy or cruel
their load, or how rugged the route Sioux mothers have to pass
over, they will faithfully carry this, and carefully, from day to
day, and even more strictly perform their duties to it than if | rather a pretty one, and a little affecting too.
the child were alive." Ridicule fails to abolish the customa.
The whites on the frontier have tried it, of course; but unsuc-

we have exhausted the curiosities of baby-nursing and baby-
training. For instance, we have not mentioned an odd trick
practised on the brown infants of Ind. In the cultivated dis-
tricts of the north the women go to labor in the fields with
their sucking-babes on their hips. But in this situation they
are rather hampering to agricultural pursuits; and it is im-
portant, too, that the dear little things shall not be left to cry.
Now there are channels along which water for irrigating the
land runs. The mother places her baby with its head to one
of these channels, and by means of a reed, or some such con-
trivance, causes a small stream of water to flow on the baby's
bald pate. This is so cool, so soothing, that he drops off to
sleep, and so remains till sheer hunger compels him to call
mamma from her work. That pastoral scene we leave to be
depicted on the retina of the dear reader's mental vision. It is

To go back to Italy, it will be seen that we have an engraving representing a woman of the Campagna carrying two children in a basket on her head and a very picturesque way of carrying children too. This engraving is copied from an etching by Pinelli, made about fifty years ago. Of course, in real life, the basket was not left open for the cherubs to fall out of it. Cords or straps were passed across and across it; and the basket was fitly lined with wool, like a nest. A more agreeable mode of travelling can scarcely be conceived.

In India children are carried astride on the hip; in Egypt and in many other eastern countries the same custom is known. The Egyptian women, however, oftener carry their babes astride on the shoulder. Thus, in Isaiah we read, "I will lift up mine hand to the Gentile, and set up my standard to the people, and they shall bring up thy sons in their arms, and thy daughters | shall be carried upon their shoulders." The Egyptian children are little cared for, except among the wealthier classes, who are indulgent to excess. Still, it is often the case, says Mr. Lane, that those children who are most petted and beloved are the dirtiest and worst clad. "It is not uncommon in Cairo to see a lady shuffling along in ample tob and habarah of new and glistening silks, and one who scents the streets with the odor of musk or civet as she passes along with her person scrupulously clean and delicate-her eyes neatly bordered with kohl, and the tip of a finger or two showing the fresh dye of the henna; and by her side a little boy or girl-her own child-with a face besmeared with dirt, and with clothes appearing as though they had been worn for months without being washed.". But even this appears to be only an unexpected result of affection. Mothers thus neglect their children sometimes from fear of the evil eye, "which is excessively dreaded, and especially in the case of children, since they are generally esteemed the greatest of blessings."

Among other people who carry children on the hip are the Samoans, amongst whom a curious custom of adoption prevails. The general rule is for the father to give his child to a married sister; and as children are a source of wealth, she or her husband makes some present in return. As, of course, their children are given away after the same fashion, the traffic is endless. What have the paternal and maternal instincts-upon which we are accustomed to insist so much-to say to this practice?

The women of ancient Ethiopia seem to have carried their children from place to place somewhat after the manner of the Sioux Indians. The first picture on page 313 is copied from a cast (in the British Museum) taken from the sculptures of BeitOually, Nubia. This figure represents one of the captives who graced the triumph of Ramses II., after his conquest of the Ethiopians; and our readers know how many years distant that event is. However, there is little change in the African quarter of the globe, and it is extremely probable that our picture is as true of to-day as of three or four thousand years ago. We have now only one engraving to call attention to-that which represents a curly-haired little boy reposing under an apparatus which looks like a meatscreen. In fact, it is a contrivance used amongst some Europeans in Hindostan for keeping mosquitoes from their children. It is made of green gauze, stretched over an elastic frame.

Here we must make an end-without at all conceiving that


THE superior quality of Sea Island cotton has induced us to give
an illustration of the appearance of the plant when in full
bloom, and of the appearance of the pod in its ginned and un-
ginned state. The Sea Island cotton is raised at Port Royal,
South Carolina, now fully in possession of the National troops.
As all the readers of Frank Leslie's Illustra'ed Newspaper are
aware, the Atlantic coast from Charleston to Savannah is prin-
cipally made up of small islands, formed by small arms of the
sea, varying from sixty to two hundred yards; these are called!
the Sea Islands, and from soil and situation they are peculiarly
fitted for the culture of cotton. The artist of Frank Leslie's
paper, who accompanied the expedition to Port Royal and who
has been for several months stationed there, gives in one of his
letters the following interesting account of a recent visit to
some of the plantations where the far famed Sea cotton is

At last I am able to remit you the sketches illustrating the gathering of cotton in the islands in this vicinity. I went on board the Mayflower, Captain Phillips, and visited the following plantations, where the cotton was being picked, ginned and bagged for transportation to New York, after being discharged from out of the Mayflower into a Government steamer. The plantations I first visited were Mr. Pope's, Dr. Jennings's, Frogmore's and Drayton's. I here witnessed the modus operandi through all its branches, and my sketches have been pronounced by competent judges the most accurate they have ever seen. I trust you will excuse the vanity of my repeating this. That I might thoroughly observe all I could, I employed the whole four days in the investigation and sketching, filling up the more elaborate minutiae afterwards. When I left the Mayflower, through the kindness of my friend, Mr. Benjamin Salisbury, now stationed at Dr. Jennings's plantation (under Colonel Reynolds, Government Cotton Agent, who has the supreme superintendence of collecting cotton for the United States), I was furnished with a Secesh horse and gig,' and we enjoyed a delightful ride of five miles, through woods and cotton fields, to Dr. Jennings's plantation. This is certainly the finest one I have seen. The mansion is a large two storey, with spacious verandahs, fine airy rooms, with a noble flower-garden in front, most tastefully arranged. Near the garden is a spacious library and billiard-room, containing a costly billiard-table, with all its appurtenances. In the rear are splendid stables, with harness, &c.; while on the right side, close by, stand rows of negro huts, built in the usual monotonous style of architecture. As usual, the proprietor of this lordly estate left everything at the first roar of the National artillery. As far as it is possible, the property of these unhappy and deluded men is preserved for future consideration, despite orders given by massa to Sambo to burn everything rather than it should fall into the hands of the Yankees. Through the politeness of Lieutenant-Colonel W. H. Noble, formerly of the Seventy-ninth New York Highlanders, I am allowed to copy his private memorandum of the cotton he had collected up to the 3rd December: Bales.

From St. Helena's Island, ginned and unginned, 3,480
Ladies Island and Field's Point
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"I am also informed by Colonel Reynolds, that since then we have gathered as much more, so that we shall have reaped here, up to the date of my letter, above thirty thousand bales. I must not forget to add that Mr. Pierce has been appointed assistant to the Colonel.

“The work of ginning, picking, packing, bagging and shipping, is performed by the negroes here, who work cheerfully and efficiently, receiving from Uncle Sam food, clothing and a trifle as wages. I am convinced that negroes are accessible to a firm kindness as well as to the rod of terror.

"Mr. Salisbury informs me that the Mayflower alone has collected upwards of $150,000 worth of cotton. After she had collected a certain quantity of cotton from the different plantations on the islands, she discharged her cargo into one of the Government streamers at anchor off Port Royal, such as the Atlantic, Baltic, Vanderbilt, &c., and steams away with it to New York.

"The McCarthy steam gin is considered as the model machinery for this kind of work, and two hundred pounds is the daily quantity one of them can accomplish.

"I do not trouble you with a long essay upon cotton, as some prosy specials might do, remembering that Mr. Squier has written a book upon the subject, nor will I tell you that the word 'cotton' is taken from an Ethiopic word, and that Whitworth's gin, which separates the cotton from the seed, is the invention of a Yankee. I shall conclude now with the hope that my sketches will make the rise and progress of cotton clear to all

your readers."

The Sea Island cotton is planted in March, and is in full bloom in September and October. When our troops landed at Port Royal in November, the greater proportion of the cotton was gathered; what was still on the field was taken charge of by our officers, and gathered under their superintendence.


THE engraving thus entitled represents some very curious specimens of the porcine tribe which are now in the possession of Mr. C. Jamrach, of Ratcliff-highway, London, a well-known importer of wild and rare animals. It is stated that they have qualities which would render their mixture with our native breeds advantageous.

At any rate, the Acclimatization Society of Vienna has already availed itself of the opportunity of securing some of these pigs, so that there is a probability of their becoming familiar in Europe.

When referring to an importation of domestic animals from Japan, it may be worth while to notice that Steinmitz, an accredited writer on that country, in a work published not very long ago, states that, though abundantly stocked with pictures and carvings of dragons, and all sorts of monsters, borrowed from the Chinese, the Japanese empire is but sparingly provided with four-footed beasts, wild or tame.

The country is too much cultivated and peopled to afford cover to the wild quadrupeds, and the tame are bred only for carriage and agriculture. The use of animal food is interdicted by the national religion, and they have not left pasture enough to support many sheep and oxen. "They have a few swine, which were brought over from China, and which some of the country people near the coast still keep, not indeed for their own use, but to sell to certain Chinese junks which are allowed to come over and trade, most of the Chinese mariners being addicted to pork."

However this may be, it would appear from a statement of the same writer that some pains have been taken by the Japanese with these animals, for he says that Sir Edward Belcher, when at Japan, "was supplied with some hogs that were overwhelmed with their own fat, and weighed about one hundred and fifty pounds."

The Japanese idea of the bringing up of the pig seems to be akin to that which produces the specimens which we see at the annual cattle show in London.

THE Prince Imperial, though only five years and a half old, already speaks three foreign languages-English, German and Italian.


A TURIN letter of January 8 gives the following interesting account of Garibaldi at home:

We found him planting fig-trees in his island. "We must make haste," he said, "for spring is approaching." The idea of something to be done in the spring now appears continually in every word that Garibaldi says. He may be often seen on the peak of one of the rocks of the island, studying the vast real map spread before him, and contemplating the far distant horizon, as if seeking for a landing point.

The colony of Caprera has been somewhat augmented within these last few days. M. and Madame Deiden, old friends of Garibaldi, have returned; the general is surrounded by his children; Ricciotti has left London to remain constantly with his father and Theriseta, who, with her husband, is passing the winter at Caprera. Theriseta has her piano in the house. She is a good musician, and Garibaldi himself, though music is not a pursuit with him, has one of the sweetest voices in the world. It is quite a sight to see the way he draws himself up when to his daughter sings the war-song from the Puritani

Suoni la tromba intrepido, Io pugnero da forte.

Colonel Deiden has just set up the iron house which was sent over from England to Garibaldi. It is a little wonder. Every piece fits in and takes out as neatly as in a baby-house. There are no less than six rooms in this moveable habitation. It has been set up in a shady place, otherwise the metal roof would have rendered it unhabitable under the hot sun of Caprera. As it is, there is a talk of covering it with a thatch. Garibaldi is building a wing to his own very small mansion, and does the principal mason's work in fashioning the stones himself. Glaziers visit Caprera very seldom ; a recent storm broke several windows, which are at this moment stuffed up with paper. Presents to Garibaldi arrive frequently, and are very useful, for the three thousand livres a year which he has to live upon are a poor provision for all his household. He has to feed, on an average, fifteen people a day.

THE SICK IN BED.-With a proper supply of windows, and a proper supply of fuel in open fireplaces, fresh air is comparatively easy to secure when your patient or patients are in bed. Never be afraid to open windows then. People don't catch cold in bed. With proper bedclothes, and hot bottles, if necessary, you can always keep a patient warm in bed, and well ventilate him at the same time. Never to allow a patient to be waked intentionally or accidentally is a sine quâ non of all good nursing. If he is roused out of his first sleep, he is alintelligible fact, that if a patient is waked after a few hours' inmost certain to have no more sleep. It is a curious but quite stead of a few minutes' sleep, he is much more likely to sleep again; because pain, like irritability of brain, perpetuates itself. If you have gained a respite of either in sleep, you have gained more than the mere respite. Both the probability of recurrence and of the same intensity will be diminished, whereas both will be terribly increased by want of sleep. This is the reason why a patient, waked in the early part of his sleep, loses not only his sleep, but his power to sleep. The more the sick sleep, the better will they be able to sleep. A good nurse will always make sure that no door or window in her patient's

room shall rattle or creak; that no blind or curtain shall, by any change of wind through the open window, be made to flap; especially will she be careful of all this before she leaves her patient for the night. If you wait till your patient teils you or reminds you of these things, where is the use of his having a nurse?-Florence Nightingale.

AGAR said, "Give me neither poverty nor riches," and this will ever be the prayer of the wise. Our incomes should be like our shoes; if too small, they will gall and pinch us; but if too large, they will cause us to stumble and to trip. But wealth, after all, is a relative thing, since he that has little, and wants less, is richer than he that has much, but wants more. True contentment depends not upon what we have, but upon what we would have. ` A tub was large enough for Diogenes, but a world was too little for Alexander.

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