ladies superintends the whole; a staff of ladies also undertaking to act in turn as visitors. Several infant nurseries on the principle of the Paris Crèches have already been formed by private individuals in London. It were to be wished that more existed, to save helpless little ones from the careless nursing of those barely their elders; or the neglect of careless neighbours; or the still worse effects of narcotic drugs administered to keep them quiet.

Continuing our tour through the Exhibition grounds after leaving the Crèche, we by-and-by found ourselves in the Sunday School department, where we had quite a long conversation with the Superintendent. He told us that within the last ten years twenty-nine Sunday Schools have been established in Paris, none having before existed. They are connected with the French Protestant Church, but Roman Catholic children are most gladly received into them. There are also depôts of the British and Foreign and American Bible Societies, whose agents are actively employed in giving away religious publications. Two little neatly-printed Gospels were offered to us with a simple Prenez un petit livre?' And we afterwards learnt that one million three hundred thousand portions of Scripture and tracts in various languages had been already distributed within the Paluis.

There is in the neighbourhood of this depôt an interesting Missionary Museum, consisting of contributions from the several Protestant Missionary Societies. The Roman Catholics were invited to join, but they declined. Here may be seen a strange medley of objects-strange, hideous, or beautiful-from Greenland, North America, Patagonia, the Antilles, South and West Africa, Asia Minor, India, Burmah, Thibet, China, Japan, the Islands of the Pacific, &c.; in all of which countries some six thousand Protestant Missionaries are dispersed, preaching the Gospel in more than one hundred and fifty different languages and dialects. The Missionary Museum is destined to set forth-1st. The social and religious state of the people before the introduction of Christianity amongst them. 2nd. The social and religious state to which the knowledge of the Gospel has brought them. Passing out of the Museum, a lowroofed building attracted our attention, bearing an inscription in Hebrew characters, with the words beneath in French, MAISON DES ANTIQUITIES HEBRAIQUES.' We entered, and soon perceived that it belonged to the London Society for Promoting Christianity among the Jews.' One table was occupied by a very complete model of the Tabernacle, in all its separate parts; another by a portion of Jerusalem, representing the churches and chapels of all sects and religions crowded literally one above the other around and upon the holy places of Mount Sion. Turkish Mosques and Jewish Synagogues, Armenian Chapels and Coptic Churches, Roman Catholic Monasteries, and Greek places of worship, are piled together in strange juxtaposition. An intelligent young German explained the whole; and we had a most interesting conversation with a German Missionary of the Society, who was superintending this department for the sake of conversing with the Jews who might visit it. He had hung upon the walls of the inner room a printed card with the fifty-second and fifty-third chapters of Isaiah: and these formed a constant cause and a never-failing theme for his discourses, he told us. It is supposed that there are about ten million Jews in the world, and five million of these have not yet had the Gospel preached to them. The Society needs both men and means. Its income has steadily increased since its foundation in 1809, but not in proportion to the claims upon it. It still continues to fall short of the necessary expenditure, and leaves no margin for the extension of operations, which is so desirable. There is an interesting school in connection with the Society in Palestine Place, London, where one hundred Hebrew boys and girls are maintained, clothed, and educated in the faith of Christ. Seven hundred and forty-nine children, exclusive of those now in the schools, have benefited by this Institution. Several of the boys have been ordained, and some are engaged in Missionary work among the heathen. God seems,' writes the Chaplain of the Society, to have prospered them all.' After a long talk with the Missionary about

the Society's doings, and his own work and labours, some word was said which showed us that we were old acquaintance, and had last met at a Missionary Meeting in the Black Forest. How strange!' he exclaimed, after ten years to meet again in the Paris Exhibition! We parted with a warm shake of the hands, intending to make our way straight to the inner circle and take a last look at the pictures, which are of course too many to be individually examined; some of the best are old acquaintance. I think everyone ought to notice one by the Dutch painter Van Schendel, of the Nativity; remarkable for the radiant glow over all the figures, but especially on the earnest happy face of the young Mother. There are two others by him, equally beautiful, in the Annexe Belgique. One of the Nativity again, somewhat differently treated; the second, The Flight into Egypt, a soft evening scene, in which Mary sleeps on the ass with her hand in Joseph's, while he holds in his other arm the sleeping Babe. We were stopped in our course by a great rush of people, and a cry of L'Empereur! C'est L'Empereur! The Emperor had been about the grounds and building all the morning with the young King of Portugal, and they had just been recognized. The crowd of strangers from the country and provinces, who had perhaps never had an opportunity of being near the Emperor before, were wild with excitement, flying hither and thither, up and down the allees, to intercept and see him. In endeavouring to avoid the stream, we by-and-by found ourselves at the spot where the quieter and wiser portion of the visitors had already assembled, opposite the grand entrance; and here, with no more parade or circumstance than that a gendarme or two divided the crowd to make them a passage, the Emperor and his royal guest walked quietly down the centre avenue to the gates, where their carriage stood.

I do not know what more I have to tell you. It is difficult to individualize amongst so great a mass of things, strange, curious, and beautiful, as are here collected together. I remember examining a travelling dressing-case, fitted up with a gilded foot-bath, and a Russian clock more curious than tasteful, in the form of a huge enamelled sunflower set in a pot, the blossom acting both as clock-face and pendulum. The hour appeared amid the stamens in the centre, and the minutes were reflected in a plate-glass at the back. More chaste than this is an Italian harpsichord, bearing the date 1577, the small keys made of blue lapis, the large ones of many-coloured agates and precious stones, the whole set in a case of dark chestnutwood, ivory, and ebony. I have already described to you the pretty costume of the Russian Kellnerin. We dined yesterday in the Swedish department, and were waited on by a couple of fair girls, the one dressed in white, with a scarlet boddice, black apron, and white coif, with pendent strings of pearls: the other in a white boddice, with a stomacher of scarlet and silver, a scarlet coif, and a black petticoat, with a red-bordered apron of white.

We are sorry to have paid our last visit to the Exposition. It certainly grows upon one, the more one sees it. It is not possible to take it all in in a hurry. We have tried a variety of modes of getting to and fro expeditiously, even to the vans which have been pressed into the service special de l'Exposition,' and which impudently price themselves higher than old omnibuses. The omnibuses here are supplied with a very small and uncumbersome seat for the conducteur, which he can put up or down at will across the door, and which is a great comfort and saving of fatigue to the man. It would be an easy thing to apply to our own London omnibuses, and a really merciful arrangement.

Now good-bye, we are leaving Paris, and I dare say I shall be in England again by the time this reaches you. Yours sincerely,

My dear

THE NAVAL REVIEW.

BY A SAILOR'S DAUGHTER.

It was amidst gloomy prognostics from our friends as to wind and weather, and with dire forebodings in our own minds as to our probable sufferings on the occasion, that we started on St. Swithin's Day for Southsea, fully determined to see, and if possible to enjoy, the Naval Review. The sun shone as the long heavily laden train moved off from Waterloo, and our hopes of calm weather revived; but St. Swithin had no pity for us, the rain soon came down in sheets, and we could only console ourselves by mutual assurances that it would rain itself out' before Wednesday. We Londoners were quite appalled by the storm that raged over Southsea Common, and fully expected that the cab we had with such difficulty secured at the station would be blown over, with disastrous consequences to our precious boxes, and our still more precious selves. When we did reach our destination, the wind whirled us violently into the house of our hospitable friends, and it was some minutes before we could respond to their greetings. Of course we looked out anxiously at the fleet, for our windows commanded a fine view of Spithead ; there were the ships, or as much as we could see of them through the mist of rain, the huge Minotaur just opposite to us, and all with topgallant-masts struck, presenting anything but a festive appearance. The sea a dull lead colour, with high white crested waves, the Common a perfect swamp, cabs passing laden with dripping luggage. Such were our first impressions. Naval men, those oracles as to weather, shook their heads, and opined that the gale would last three days at least; some declared the Review must be put off; and there seemed a general impression amongst them that even if it did take place, the ladies would be better on shore. With one exception, however, the ladies of our party, on pleasure bent,' did not take this view of the subject, not being inclined to give up what they had come so far to see. We dreamed of 'great guns' that night, and assuredly woke up to find the vision true.

Was there ever such weather?' was the general greeting next morning; and all day we watched anxiously for the 'clearing shower,' which was often declared to be falling. At sunset it really came, the clouds rolled away, the wind fell, the swampy common began to dry up, and our hopes rose in porportion. It had been announced that the Review would certainly take place, and accordingly crowds of people kept pouring into Southsea.

The sun did shine brightly on Wednesday morning, but the wind was high, and the sky anything but cloudless; and when we assembled at a very early breakfast the most sanguine amongst us were obliged to admit that things looked very unpromising. Nevertheless, we were all in high spirits, and determined to persevere; so arming ourselves with waterproofs and umbrellas, we set forth. Some joined a party who were going to one of the turret ships; and the rest, among whom was the writer, had been invited on board H. M. S., which was one of the steamers appointed to escort the Royal yachts. Bravely we struggled across the Common, and even the sight and sound of the waves dashing high against the pier did not shake our determination, for was not a man-of-war's boat coming for us? Soon the aforesaid boat, which was the captain's gig, came dancing up to the pier, and in a few minutes we were safely seated in her, and on our way to Spithead. In spite of the spray that dashed over us, and more than one shower, the row was very enjoyable, for we were well covered up, had a beautiful view of the fleet in the occasional gleams of sunshine, and the sensation of being safely steered through such a rough sea was very pleasant.

We may add, that there lurked in our minds a certain degree of triumph at being

perfectly well under such trying circumstances, which all who have experienced a contrary feeling will readily understand. At last we reached the ship, which was at anchor, and very still and steady she seemed after our toss in the little boat. We took off waterproofs, wet feathers and veils, and then mounted up to a bridge of planks, bordered with flags which had been put up between the paddle-boxes. From this we had a beautiful view, and anxiously did we look towards Portsmouth harbour, for the first sight of the Royal yachts.

Some time passed before a distant salute told us that the Sultan was really coming, and soon the Trinity yacht came out of the harbour, followed by the Osborne with the Sultan's flag flying, and the Alberta carrying the Viceroy's. There were five other steamers in the royal procession, and as they neared us, we weighed anchor, and went round the stern of the beautiful Victoria. We looked right down the fleet, the ironclads being on our left, the wooden ships on our right; and truly it was a magnificent sight. Slowly we steamed down between the two lines, keeping just ahead of the Royal yachts, every ship saluting, manning yards, and cheering, till we passed the last gun-boat, and found ourselves off Osborne. Here we waited while the Queen embarked, and we realized that sea air makes luncheon very welcome; but we did not like leaving our lofty position, and soon returned to it, wondering what would be done next. Orders had been given that the ships were not to weigh, as manœuvring in such weather would be dangerous, and of course this made the whole thing appear a failure in the eyes of naval people. To us, however, everything was new and delightful, and the whole day one of constant excitement. Many had been the predictions that the Queen would not embark in such weather, especially as the fleet could not move; but we were not to be disappointed; the Royal yachts came rapidly towards us, and we turned and preceded them to clear the way.' Again we went down between the lines of noble ships, this time beginning with the gun-boats, and ending with the 'Victoria' and 'Minotaur,' the two flag-ships, and again there was a grand salute, manning of yards, and cheering-the cheer from the 'Victoria' was splendid, and at each of her mast-heads stood a man waving a flag-how they did it sailors only know, for to us it seemed a most alarming exhibition of loyalty. We had some heavy showers as we passed down the fleet, and it was very cold; but (with one or two melancholy exceptions) we were far too excited and interested to heed either wind or rain, or to leave our elevated position between the paddle-boxes. The Royal yacht went slowly past us, just after we had passed the two flag-ships, and we could see the Queen and the Sultan standing on deck, with a crowd of uniforms, red and blue, about them. There was a great deal of motion, for the wind had risen; but we may conclude that the Royal party did not suffer from it, as instead of returning at once, the signal was given for the ships to engage.' We are told that it is not easy to astonish the Oriental mind; but we could not help thinking that even a Sultan's equilibrium might be slightly disturbed by the broadsides that ensued. We were close to the 'Victoria,' which was completely enveloped in smoke, her guns seeming to flash and roar all at the same time, and so with all the rest. The ships looked very stately and beautiful as they re-appeared through the clouds of smoke, and we felt convinced that whatever the Sultan's opinion might be, our Queen must feel very proud of her fleet. For ourselves, we are quite prepared to assert that now we know what a sea-fight really is! The next signal was to ask whether the gunboats could attack the forts, and the answer being in the affirmative, the order was given, and a fresh cannonading began; this, however, was at some distance from us, and we could see but little of it. As the last wreaths of smoke disappeared, the signal was given to return; and for the third time that day we steamed through the fleet. The sea was now smoother, the band played, and some of the party began dancing on the quarter-deck. We amused ourselves with watching the sailors, two of whom were performing a valse, in the midst of an admiring circle of friends. One man was summoned to the quarter-deck to dance a hornpipe, which he did with the utmost

solemnity, going through innumerable steps without moving a muscle of his countenance, and receiving the applause of the company with equal gravity.

We soon found ourselves again off Osborne, and we had to wait a long time while the Queen took leave of the Sultan, and went on shore; after which the signal was made that she was well pleased with all that had been done. It was now quite fine, and we had time to admire the wooded slopes of Osborne, and the sea which looked bright and sparkling in the evening light. Then we got a little tired of waiting, and were not sorry to see the royal yacht with its attendant train again rapidly nearing us. And now for the last time we went through the fleet; and the parting salute to the Sultan was certainly the prettiest sight we saw that day. The wind blew the smoke away from us as fast as the guns were fired, and the last cheers were as hearty and ringing as the first. So we steamed to our anchorage, as the royal yachts passed into Portsmouth Harbour; and the end of the day was as successful as the beginning, for the sail back in the gig was only too short; we landed about sunset, and were soon at home, astonishing our kind hostess by assuring her that we had passed a most delightful day, and that in our opinion the Naval Review had been a decided Believe me yours, &c.

success.

A SAILOR'S DAUGHTER.

NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS.

No MS. can be returned unless the Author's name and address be written on it, and stamps be sent with it.

Contributions must often be delayed for want of space, but their writers may be assured that when room can be found they shall appear.

Declined with thanks.-J. R.; H. B.; Z. Y.; Post-office; and Surrey.

Moonlight asks for The Legend of St. Rumbold. Alban Butler has St. Rambold and St. Radbold, not St. Rumbold.

Margaret C. traces the proverb about The wind tempered to the shorn lamb (about which N. V. inquired) to Sterne's Sentimental Journey.

E. S. M. answers E. B. that

'Not lost, but gone before,'

is a translation from Seneca; and Susan adds, that in Notes and Queries it was traced to these words of his

'Non amittuntur, sed præmittuntur.'

C. G. thinks H. C. would find Hymns for Infant Children, with Accompanying Tunes, edited by the Rev. J. B. Dykes, (Masters,) useful for an Infant School.

C. G. begs to inform O. that in the Sixty-seventh Canon it is ordered that whenever anyone is passing out of this life, a bell should be tolled, and that the Minister shall not then sluck to do his duty; .... and after the party's death if it so full out, there shall be rung no more than one short peal, and one other after the burial.' Brand quotes thus from Durand's Ritual- When anyone is dying, bells must be tolled, that the people may put up their prayers. Let this be done twice for a woman, and thrice for a man. . . . . If for a Clergyman, as many times as he has Orders, and at the conclusion a peal on all the bells, to distinguish the quality of the person for whom the people are to put up their prayers. A bell too must be rung while we are conducting the corpse to church, and during the bringing it out of the church to the grave. The custom in the North is to ring nine knells for a man, six for a woman, and three for a child.