ntinued._)

VARIETIES.

"EXCELLENT HEART."

Take a good-sized, tender heart. Extract all seeds of selfishness, and
proceed to stuff as follows:--

1 lb. crumbs of comfort.

1 quart milk of human kindness.

Several drops essence of goodness and happiness.

Good dripping from the eaves of Love's dwelling.

Blend these well with a little of the oil of Time to mellow and soften.

Place the heart on a warm hearth with Love's rays full upon it and some
of the light of other days. Move it now and then, but do not probe it.
Keep the world's cold blasts from it if possible, but do not allow it to
be absorbed in its own juices. It will take time to prepare, but when
ready is fit for king or peasant and welcome at any table.

SAUCE FOR ABOVE.

Pint or more good spirits, a few honeyed words; a little cream of
society may improve, but is not necessary. Carefully avoid cold water,
vinegar, or pepper, or acidity in any form.

The above will keep for years.--S. L.

CONTENTED.--If you can live free from want, care for no more, for the
rest is vanity.

THE STORMS OF ADVERSITY.--A smooth sea never made a skilful mariner,
neither do uninterrupted prosperity and success qualify anyone for
usefulness and happiness. The storms of adversity, like the storms of
the ocean, arouse the faculties and excite the intention, prudence,
skill and fortitude of the voyager.

A WISE MOTHER.--The celebrated Orientalist, Sir William Jones, when a
mere child was very inquisitive. His mother was a woman of great
intelligence, and he would apply to her for the information which he
desired; but her constant reply was: "Read, and you will know." This
gave him a passion for books, which was one of the principal means of
making him what he was.

TWENTY-FOUR NOTES IN ONE BOW.--The _Daily Post_ of February 22nd, 1732,
contains a curious announcement with regard to Castrucci, the violinist,
namely, that he would play a solo "in which he engages himself to
execute twenty-four notes in one bow." This piece of charlatanism, so
misplaced in a truly able musician, was excellently capped on the
following day by a nameless fiddler advertising his intention to play
twenty-five notes in one bow.

A CAT STORY.--There was a favourite Tom cat owned by a family in
Callander, in Scotland, and it had on several occasions shown more than
ordinary sagacity. One day Tom made off with a piece of beef, and the
servant followed him cautiously, with