I was once, says Sir Walter Scott, proceeding from the old to the new town of Edinburgh, by the earthern mound, at the head of which I was lead for a few minutes, to look at a bull that had got into an enclosure there, after the unmerciful butcher lads had driven it fairly mad. The crowd that gathered on the outside of the fence increased the brute's fierceness. At last they began to cast ropes over its horns and around its neck, thereby to pull it to a strong hold, that it might be slain where it was, which drove it to its most desperate fury. Its eyes now glared madness, there were handfuls of foam flying from its mouth, with its fore-feet it pawed the ground, throwing lumps of earth as high as the adjoining houses, and it bellowed so as to make one quake. It was any thing but an agreeable sight, so I moved away homewards. But before I got to the foot of the mound, an alarming shout caused me to look back, when I perceived the animal at no great distance behind me, coming on with all its rage. I had just time to spring to the top of the wall that lined the foot-path, and to behold its further progress.

I shudder to this hour when I think of what mmediately I saw. Among the people that were near me and in jeopardy, was a young ady, and she wore a red mantle, which is a ery offensive color to many of the brute creaon. As I did, she also made for the wall, but ad neither time nor strength to gain its top, e the infuriated animal drove towards her.

She turned her back, however, to the inaccessible eminence, as if to see the full extent of her fate, and then stood as nailed to it, save only her arms, which she threw aloft in her despair, which would indeed have been as frag ile in her defence as a rotten reed. Her tender body would have been nothing against a force that could have broken bars of brass, and horns that might have transfixed an animal of its own size. As I have said, directly towards the unprotected young lady the bull drove forward; with steadfast eye he came on; he mistook his mark not an inch; for, as the multitude behind him yelled their horror, he dashed with prodigious strength and madness against her.

Was it not a miracle that the dear young woman escaped unhurt and untouched? Yes, it is true: for the terrific animal struck at her so accurately, that a horn smote the dead wall on either hand, thus embracing, but from their great length, shielding her person from even the slightest damage. But the staunch wall stood the tremendous thrust, and sent back with rebounding force, to a great distance, the huge and horrible brute, throwing him prostrate, never to rise again: for numberless destructive weapons were plunged into him before he had time to recover from his recoil.

HONESTY THE BEST POLICY.

The Boston Transcript says that, the other day as a butcher stood by his cart selling meat, he saw a man stoop and pick up something under the cart. What have you got there? asked the butcher. The fellow said, it looks like money. On examination it proved to be a ten dollar bill. The butcher said, I suppose it is one I dropped when making change. To which the finder replied, I think I ought to have one half, for had it not been for me you never would have seen it again. The butcher knowing it not to be his bill, thought he could do no less than to comply with the fellow's request, he therefore took a five dollar bill out of his wallet and gave him, taking the ten.

Soon after the butcher was purchasing some goods in a store and offered the bill to the shopkeeper, who pronounced it counterfeit. The butcher was somewhat surprised and then related the manner of his obtaining the bill. He was soon convinced, however, that the best thing he could do would be to fold up the bill, place it in the back part of his wallet, and look out for the future on similar occasions.

It is the usual fate of dishonesty to outwit itself. The man who pretended that he found the bill doubtless knew that it was counterfeit; but the butcher proved the greater knave of the two. How very true it is, in all cases, that honesty is the best policy."

CHOOSING A KING.

When the Sidonians were once going to choose a king, they determined that their election should fall upon the man who should first see the sun on the following morning. All the candidates, towards the hour of sun-rise, eagerly looked towards the East, but one, who, to the astonishment of his countrymen, fixed his eyes pertinaciously on the opposite side of the horizon, where he saw the reflection of the sun's rays before the orb itself was seen by those looking towards the east. The choice instantly fell upon him who had seen the reflection of the sun; and by the same reasoning, the influence of religion on the heart is frequently perceptible in the conduct, even before a person has made direct profession of the principle by which he is actuated. "By their fruits ye shall know them."

EDUCATION IN AMERICA.

In most of the states of the American Union, if not the whole, there are now schools established by the legislatures for the education of all the youth, in reading, writing, and arithmetic, and supported by a public and general tax. This system was adopted in Massachusetts as

writer) can read and write, and rarely can one be found not qualified by education to transact the common concerns of life. To educate his children is the first object and the chief glory of the parent, their ignorance is to him and to them disgraceful. In these schools the human mind receives its first impulse in the career of learning; an impulse which carries many forward to high stations of honor and of usefulness."

VINEGAR.

The name of Vinegar is derived from two French words Vin, wine, and aigre sour. France being a vine country, vinegar there really is made from wine, by allowing it to be exposed to heat and air until it becomes sour. But in this country vinegar is much more frequently made from cider; wine being far too costly here to be spared for such a purpose.

Vinegar is sharp and acid, prevents both animal and vegetable substances from decaying, and possesses several valuable medicinal qualities. The best vinegar is of a lightish orangebrown color; but that which is made from beer is much darker.

Of late years a method has been put in prac tice of obtaining vinegar from wood. Vinegar so obtained is called pyroligneous acid, and is much used for medicinal purposes.

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A lake is a portion of water, either entirely surrounded by land, or having no other outlet than a river, by which its contents are discharged. There are many beautiful lakes scattered over the United States, and some of them are remarkable for their size and for the fine scenery along their banks. You can readily find Lake Superior on your map. This lake, as you probably know, is the largest body of fresh water in the world. It is 400 miles in length, and 100 at its greatest breadth. Its shores are rocky and

uneven, and it embraces five large islands, one of which, called Isle Royal, is not less than one hundred miles in length. Severe storms sometimes arise on this lake, when the waves rise as high as on the Atlantic.

The names of the other four great lakes, which lie on the northern border of our country, are Huron, Michigan, Erie and Ontario. This vast chain of lakes is connected with the Atlantic by means of the Erie and Hudson canal and the Hudson river.

Lake George in the eastern part of the state of New York is one of the most beautiful sheets of water in the world. It

is thirty-three miles long and two broad. It abounds with fish, and its waters are very clear.

Lake George contains as many islands as there are days in the year. You can therefore guess the number without much difficulty. High mountains rise along the shores, which present the most varied and attractive scenery. The hills on the western shore abound in deer, hundreds of which are killed every year. Lake George is celebrated in the history of the revolution, and many battles have been fought upon its borders.

One of the finest lakes in New England is lake Winnipiseogee, which lies nearly in the centre of the state of New Hampshire. It is about twenty-three miles long, and ten in the broadest part. It is 472 feet above the level of the sea. A steamboat now plies upon this lake, for the conveyance of passengers and freight. Many of the islands contain large farms, and one of them is 500 acres in extent.

It would take me a long time to tell you about all the American lakes, which are worthy of description, and, perhaps, your geography may give you all this information. I have not mentioned "Moosehead lake," in Maine, nor "Champlain," which bounds Vermont on the west, nor "Cayuga," nor "Seneca" lake in New York, nor lake "Pontchartrain" in Louisiana. These, with many others, are interesting and important 'sheets of water.

The picture on the preceding page will give you some idea of the scenery about lakes. A shore winding in graceful curves, banks covered with trees, or sloping with

sandy surface to the edge of the water, high hills, and flourishing fields, are the prospects, which often render lake scenery so delightful to the eye. You may sometimes see cattle grazing on the sides, or a boat will glide from some hidden nook, and move gracefully over the smooth waters.

On lake Champlain, immense timber rafts, containing houses for lodging the crews, are often seen. You will discern smoke issuing from the little huts, and hear the sounds of life and of labor, as the miniature village floats down to its destined harbor.

BAPTIST AND HIS DOG.

Baptist had a favorite dog that used to follow him every where, and was one of the most faithful and sagacions creatures ever met with. He usually accompanied us to S, and though the town is large, and was often crowded, we never felt any fear of losing poor Sweetheart. At last, however, we lost him. His fidelity was not in fault, but we had every reason to believe he had been stolen.

The streets were unusually crowded on one of our walks to S——, and we did not miss the dog till after our return home. It was then too late to recover him, but 1 heard that he had been seen dragged along by some tramping beggars, with a muzzle on his mouth and his poor tail between his legs. Of course I gave him up for lost. Two or three years passed away, yet Sweetheart was not forgotten by either of my children. I often heard conversations between them, at which I could not resist smiling; for in the simplicity of their hearts, they always spoke of the great probability of recovering poor Sweetheart, and of bringing the thieves to justice.

During a visit that we paid to my brother and the Eresby family in London, Baptist and I were walking in one of the streets near Soho, when our path was stopped for awhile by one of those crowds often collected in the streets when any thing is to be seen or heard. I was pushing my way forward, but as I found Baptist was in no such hurry, I also stopped. A man was turning the handle of an organ, and puffing and blowing with a rapidly moving chin at the pan-pipes that were stuck just below within his waist-coat, and in the midst of a circle that had been cleared by the mob, were two dogs dancing. One was attired as a lady, in a petticoat of scarlet cloth, ornamented with tarnished spangles, and a cap and feather; the other as a soldier, with a cocked hat, and a very short-waisted jacket of blue cloth, faced with red, and a pair of pantaloons, through the back of which, his tail turned up. While the organ was playing the dance continued, but when it stopped, the dog in the soldier's dress took what seemed to be the crown of an old beaver hat cut into a sort of shallow dish, from the organ-man, and holding it in his mouth, went round the crowd to beg. A few halfpence were thrown into it.-The dog came up to Baptist, who had managed to get among the foremost within the circle. He also put some half-pence into the hat, and as he did so, said, Poor fellow! poor fellow! The first sound of his voice had a magical effect on the dog, the hat and its contents dropped at once, and with a short joyful bark, the poor little disguised dog leaped mpon him and licked his hand, and seemed unable to express with sufficient liveliness the joy it felt. "Father," cried the boy, in a loud voice, "It is my dog, my own lost faithful Sweetheart, and he knows me; 't is my dog that was stolen by the trampers at

S-." The organ-man came forward to seize the dog, but Sweetheart-for it was indeed the very lost Sweetheart-snarled and growled, and even snapped at the man, "He is my own dog," said Baptist, stooping down and caressing poor Sweetheart, "indeed he is, and no one shall take him away from me. Judge between us," said the boy, with an energy that surprised me, turning and appealing to the mob, but holding Sweetheart fast under his arm all the while. The by-standers seemed almost as much interested as we were in all that passed, and many of them came between the angry man (who seemed still determined to seize the dog) and Baptist. Indeed, the fellow had slung his organ behind him, and was coming forward with a small whip that he produced from his pocket, the sight of which seemed to dash at once all the spirit of poor Sweetheart. After much expostulation, and some threats, and at last on the offer of a piece of gold, the man seemed to think that his best plan was to give up the dog, and the whip was pocketed again, while Baptist released his old favorite from his military attire.

Once, several years after, Sweetheart was missed by his young master at Oxford, and on turning the corner of the street to seek him (which he did instantly) he found the dog on his hind legs, turning round and round, and making a sort of slow pirouette before an old man, who was very slowly grinding an organ.-From Taylor's Records of a Good Man's Life.

ANAGRAM.

An anagram is a changing of the letters of a word, by which a new word is formed. It is said, that the letters of the word "warrant" will compose one hundred and sixty-seven good English words, besides a number of others of different languages.