cts of the soil. There was a high faculty of
art as it seemed to me developed in the production of those works, and
that faculty of art had grown up in Lambeth. It was the Lambeth School
of Art from which Messrs. Doulton derived an abundant supply of workers
to whom they could intrust the preparation of those admirable objects.
Among the works I would mention one. It was a beautiful piece of work
produced by a youth who from his birth was both deaf and dumb. Now,
consider what it is to be deaf and dumb; what a cutting off of
resources; what a stinting of the means of training and improvement; and
then consider, notwithstanding this, how it was through an inborn
resolution in the centre of his being it was in the power of this lad to
make himself a producer of works that could command admiration on the
score of beauty, again showing how the energies, if rightly directed,
can be forthcoming when required.

A DEAF AND DUMB GIRL'S DREAM.

(WRITTEN BY HERSELF.)

I had a dream on the 26th of January. I was going for rolls, and going
back I met Gracie, a friend of mine, and she and I spoke quite well--we
were not deaf and dumb. A poor boy, very ragged, carried a basket with
some coloured glasses and stones, very bright, and some curious musical
instruments that I had never seen before. He walked behind us, and he
called to Gracie, and she turned to him, and he said to her that he
wanted her to buy many of them; that they were a penny each. We took
them up and looked at them, and they were very curious. She chose a
bright red one for a brooch, and bought it for a penny. Then he said to
me "Will you buy some?" But I did not want to be tempted to buy, and he
told me a great deal about its very beautiful sounds; that it was more
beautiful than all the others, and nothing could be more beautiful to
hear in this world, and he showed me how to play on it, and we heard
beautiful sounds. So I changed my mind, and wanted it very much, because
I could hear it. Then I saw a policeman come up to us because he heard
the beautiful music; and he laughed very much, and looked so very happy.
I said to the poor boy, "Thank you very much for your showing me how to
play on it." And he was very glad as he went away. Gracie went home, and
I went home, carrying my glass organ with me.

The above appears to us specially interesting; it is a curious
circumstance that a deaf and dumb girl should seem to hear sound in her
sleep.

A DEAF