lowing:

'Hall's _Journal of Health_ recommends to those writing to soldier
friends to inclose a little _capsicum_ (in the vulgar, simply
strong cayenne pepper) in the letter. The editor declares that the
effect of the slightest pinch in a glass of water, is better than
quinine whisky. It prevents thirst, and wards off miasma; it
protects from chills, and does not induce too much animal heat. It
stimulates without leaving any depressing effect; all of which we
most firmly believe. The weight is so small that enough to do a
great deal of good may be put in tissue-paper and be inclosed in a
single letter without cost additional to the regular postage
rates.'

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Every mail brings fresh proof of English antipathy to the Federal Union.
It is now only a question of time when we are to be attacked by the
great Abolition nation. John Bull is hammering away at his iron-clads
and doing his best in every direction to aid the aristocratic and
despotic principle, so dear to his soul--nay, which _is_ his very soul
and self. In China he is helping the Imperialists, whose awful and
heart-rending atrocities go beyond all belief--in the West, the
slaveholder meets with his warmest sympathy. How well--how human--how
Christian he looks _now_ with his sheepskin thrown aside--this selfish,
brutal savage, howling for cotton and trade and gold as though all
truth, honor, and nobility were as dirt before them.

For all this, England will have its reward. In the history of nations,
1862 shall be marked as the year of British falsehood, infamy, and
guilt. _Upharsin!_

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DEAR CONTINENTAL: Curious fellows those Pre-Raphaelites!

Do you remember Holman Hunt's picture of the Light of the World? I
remember that one evening at the Century, among a cheerful group of
Leutze, Durand, Gifford, Mignot, and others, you once called it a
pre-Raphaelight of the World!

Well, 'twas far away in Switzerland, _tilly hi ho--tilly i o!_ all in
the mountains high, several years ago, and I was touring and sketching
somewhere along in the Oberland. I found at last a retired village
without English. No--not without them altogether--there was one little
man with a _barba rossa_, and he was pre-Raphaeliting round for a
subject.

He found it at last in a small rock about nine inches by twelve--full of
sentiment, tone, color, piet