ument will enable everybody to judge him- | spirit of Roman divinity, is to be found self as to the extent of the movement, and amongst the enemies to the Pope's temporal the character of its supporters, while it must power. The work now in progress in Italy, impose silence upon the false statements that could be freely indulged in by the court of Rome as long as the whole matter was in a state of suspense. If the names are in number and character anything like what we have good grounds for expecting to see attached to the document, its publication will prove an event, and it will then tax even the monstrous audacity of the French Ultramontanes to persevere in their swaggering assertion that no genuine Catholic, and no in Italy. one truly imbued with the doctrine and

under the influence of Father Passaglia and some other theologians, is one of great and sterling value, for it is changing the hostile temper of a large and most important Catholic body upon the point the most vital to the lasting success of an Italian Kingdom; and it is as a standard whereby to mark the growing strength of this rising flood of opinion that we draw attention to the rapidly increasing mass of anti-Papal literature

Great pains have been taken by the sculptor to make the drapery at once graceful and natural, and as much as possible to represent the texture of the dress. In these aims he has been very successful, and we are accordingly pleased, but nowise surprised, to learn that Mr. Theed's work has received the unqualified approval of the committee to whose care the erection of the statue has been entrusted, most of whom were personal friends of Hallam, all, as well as his

THE WALLED LAKE.-The wonderful Walled | in St. Paul's Cathedral-a statue of the histoLake is situated in the central part of Wright rian Hallam having just been placed in that County, Iowa. The shape of the lake is oval. walhalla of illustrious Englishmen. The statue It is about two miles in length, and one mile is of pure white marble, is seven feet six inches wide in the widest part, comprising an area of in height, and has been erected by public subsome 2000 acres. The wall inclosing this lake scription in commemoration of the esteem in is over six miles in length, and is built or com- which this distinguished writer is held by his posed of stones varying in size from boulders of numerous admirers. The historian is repretwo tons weight down to small pebbles, and is sented holding in his right hand a pencil, and in intermixed with earth. The top of the wall is his left a manuscript or note-book, under which uniform in height above the water in all parts, are placed a volume of each of his two principal which makes its height to vary on the land side works, "The Constitutional History," and according to the unevenness of the country, from "The Middle Ages." He wears the robe of a two to twelve feet in height. In the highest part doctor of civil law. the wall measures from ten to twelve feet thick at the base, and from four to six at the top, inclining each way-outward and inward. There is no outlet, but the lake frequently rises and flows over the top of the wall. The lake at the deepest part is about ten feet in depth, and abounds with large and fine fish, such as pike, pickerel, bass, perch, etc. The water is as clear as crystal, and there is no bubbling or agitation to indicate any large springs or feeders. Wild fowl of all kind are plenty upon its bosom. At family, considering the likeness admirable. the north end are two small groves of about ten acres each, no timber being near. It has the appearance of having been walled up by human hands, and looks like a huge fortress, yet there are no rock in that vicinity for miles around. There are no visible signs of the lake being the result of volcanic action, the bed being perfectly smooth and the border of regular form. The lake is seventeen miles from Boon River on the west, eight miles from Iowa on the east, and about one hundred miles from Cedar Rapids. It is one of the greatest wonders of the West, and has already been visited by hundreds of curiosity seckers.

STATUE OF HALLAM IN ST. PAUL'S.-An addition of a most interesting character has recently been made in the fine array of monuments

NEW MODE OF GOLD MINING.-The gold miners of California have had the felicitous idea of attacking with water the masses of sand and earth forming the auriferous deposits. The water is brought in pipes and thrown in powerful jets upon the soil, producing an astonishing action in levelling the mounds and washing out the nuggets of gold. At Brandy City, in the hilly county of the northern parts, there are numerous rich diggings, but the soil is very hard, and the application of water has proved highly beneficial, and rendered the work incomparably more rapid and more productive. One of the columns of water there falls for more than eighty yards, and detaches great masses of earth, while at the same time it washes and separates from it the gold it contains.-London Review.

THE WATER BABIES:

A FAIRY TALE FOR A LAND-BABY.

CHAPTER I.

BY THE REV. PROFESSOR KINGSLEY.

L'ENVOI

HENCE, unbelieving Sadducees,
And less-believing Pharisees,
With dull conventionalities;
And leave a country muse at ease
To play at leap-frog, if she please,
With children and realities.

and keep a white bull-dog with one gray ear, and carry her puppies in his pocket, just like a man. And he would have apprentices, one, two, three, if he could. How he would bully them, and knock them about, just as his master did to him; and make them carry home the soot sacks, while he rode before them on his donkey, with a pipe in his mouth and a flower in his button-hole, like a king at the head of his army. Yes, there were good times coming; and, when his master let him have a pull at the leavings of his beer, Tom was the jolliest boy in the whole town.

One day a smart little groom rode into the court where Tom lived. Tom was just hiding behind a wall, to heave half a brick at his horse's legs, as is the custom of that country when they welcome strangers; but the groom saw him, and halloed to him to know where Mr. Grimes, the chimney-sweep, lived. Now Mr. Grimes was Tom's own master, and Tom was a good man of busi

ONCE upon a time there was a little chimney-sweep, and his name was Tom. That is a short name, and you have heard it before, so you will not have much trouble in remembering it. He lived in a great town in the North country, where there were plenty of chimneys to sweep, and plenty of money for Tom to earn and his master to spend. He could not read nor write, and did not care to do either; and he never washed himself, for there was no water up the court where he lived. He had never been taught to say his prayers. He never had heard of God, or of Christ except in words which you never have heard, and which it would have been well if he had never heard. He cried half his time, and laughed the other half. He cried when he had to climb the dark flues, rubbing his poor knees and elbows raw; and when the soot got into his eyes, which it did every day in the week; and when his mas-ness, and always civil to customers, so he ter beat him, which he did every day in the week; and when he had not enough to eat, which happened every day in the week likewise. And he laughed the other half of the day, when he was tossing half-pennies with the other boys, or playing leap-frog over the posts, or bowling stones at the horses' legs as they trotted by, which last was excellent fun, when there was a wall at hand behind which to hide. As for chimney-sweeping and being hungry and being beaten, he took all that for the way of the world, like the rain and snow and thunder, and stood manfully with his back to it till it was over, as his old donkey did to a hail-storm; and then shook his ears and was as jolly as ever; and thought of the fine times coming, when he would be a man, and a master sweep, and sit in the public house with a quart of beer and a long pipe, and play cards for silver money, and wear velveteens and ankle-jacks,

put the half-brick down quietly behind the wall, and proceeded to take orders.

Mr. Grimes was to come up next morning to Sir John Harthover's, at the Place, for his old chimney-sweep was gone to prison, and the chimneys wanted sweeping. And so he rode away, not giving Tom time to ask what the sweep had gone to prison for, which was a matter of interest to Tom, as he had been in prison once or twice himself. Moreover, the groom looked so very neat and clean, with his drab gaiters, drab breeches, drab jacket, snow-white tie with a smart pin in it, and clean, round, ruddy face, that Tom was offended and disgusted at his appearance, and considered him a stuck-up fellow, who gave himself airs because he wore smart clothes, and other people paid for them; and went behind the wall to fetch the half-brick after all: but did not, remembering that he had come in the way

of business, and was, as it were, under a flag | and could have thrashed Mr. Grimes himself of truce.

His master was so delighted at his new customer that he knocked Tom down out of hand, and drank more beer that night than | he usually did in two, in order to be sure of getting up in time next morning; for the more a man's head aches when he wakes, the more glad he is to turn out, and have a breath of fresh air. And, when he did get up at four the next morning, he knocked Tom down again, in order to teach him (as young gentlemen used to be taught at public schools) that he must be an extra good boy that day, as they were going to a very great house, and might make a very good thing of it, if they could but give satisfaction.

And Tom thought so likewise, and, indeed, would have done and behaved his best, even without being knocked down. For, of all places upon earth, Harthover Place (which he had never seen) was the most wonderful; and, of all men on earth, Sir John (whom he had seen, having been sent to gaol by him twice) was the most awful.

For Harthover Place was really a grand place, even for the rich North country; with a house so large that in the frame-breaking riots, which Tom could just remember, the Duke of Wellington, with ten thousand soldiers and cannon to match, were easily housed therein; at least, so Tom believed; with a park full of deer, which Tom believed to be monsters who were in the habit of eating children; with miles of game-preserves, in which Mr. Grimes and the collier-lads poached at times, on which occasions Tom saw pheasants, and wondered what they tasted like; with a noble salmon river, in which Mr. Grimes and his friends would have liked to poach; but then they must have got into cold water, and that they did not like at all. In short, Harthover was a grand place, and Sir John a grand old man, whom even Mr. Grimes respected, for not only could he send Mr. Grimes to prison when he deserved it, as he did once or twice a week; not only did he own all the land about for miles; not only was he a jolly, honest, sensible squire as ever kept a pack of hounds, who would do what he thought right by his neighbors, as well as get what he thought right for himself, but what was more, he weighed full fifteen stone, was nobody knew how many inches round the chest,

in fair fight, which very few folk round there could do, and which, my dear little boy, would not have been right for him to do, as a great many things are not which one both can do, and would like very much to do. So Mr. Grimes touched his hat to him when he rode through the town, and called him a buirdly awd chap," and his young ladies "gradely lasses," which are two high compliments in the North country; and thought that that made up for his poaching Sir John's pheasants; whereby you may perceive that Mr. Grimes had not been to a properly inspected Government National School.

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Now, I dare say, you never got up at three o'clock on a midsummer morning. Some people get up then because they want to catch salmon; and some, because they want to climb Alps; and a great many more, because they must, like Tom. But, I assure you, that three o'clock on a midsummer morning is the pleasantest time of all the twenty-four hours, and all the three hundred and sixty-five days; and why every one does not get up then, I never could tell, save that they are all determined to spoil their nerves and their complexions, by doing all night, what they might just as well do by day. But Tom, instead of going out to dinner at halfpast eight at night, and to a ball at ten, and finishing off somewhere between twelve and four, went to bed at seven, when his master went to the public house, and slept like a dead pig: for which reason he was as pert as a game-cock (who always gets up early to wake the maids), and just ready to get up when the fine gentlemen and ladies were just ready to go to bed.

So he and his master set out; Grimes rode the donkey in front, and Tom and the brushes walked behind; out of the court, and up the street, past the closed window-shutters, and the winking weary policemen, and the roofs all shining gray in the gray dawn.

They passed through the pitman's village, ail shut up and silent now; and through the turnpike; and then they were out in the real country, and plodding along the black dusty road, between black slag walls, with no sound but the groaning and thumping of the pitengine in the next field. But soon the road grew white, and the walls likewise; and at the wall's foot grew long grass and gay flowers, all drenched with dew; and instead of

the groaning of the pit-engine, they heard out a word, he got off his donkey, and clamthe skylark saying his matins high up in the bered over the low road wall, and knelt down, air, and the pit-bird warbling in the sedges, and began dipping his ugly head into the as he had warbled all night long. spring-and very dirty he made it.