Copyright Law Again.-Rightly or wrongly, the "irritable race of authors" believes that it is ill-used. Men of genius are persons with a grievance; they die early of disappointed ambition; they are a prey to their own sanguine miscalculation, and frequently to the greed of others, and even the great public at large, which is so ready to honor them, to join them in the feast, or to congregate over their graves, is equally ready to take advantage of a hole in the copyright law, and to purchase a book regardless of the rights of the author or the profits of the publisher. The latest illustration of this comes from the other side of the waternot from our American cousins, but from our Canadian brothers-and a story of the case without any comment will be the best way of advocating justice. Mr. Edward Jenkins, barrister-at-law, is the author of "Ginx's Baby," a very powerful satire in favor of the poor and in aid of Christian government towards the lowly. The popularity of the work is the proof of its excellence, and in this case it deserves all the admiration it has excited. There is no doubt that "Ginx's Baby" was written from the purest motives, and that if it were put to him, rather than not do good, the author would have been content to give his book away for nothing; there is equally no doubt that it now is a valuable copyright, and that if authors have any right in the creation of their own brains, this author has to some portion of that gain which would never have existed without him.

Under these circumstances, while American publishers are ready to pay for advance sheets, Canadian publishers, "mine own familiar friends," claim a right to reprint their fellow-subjects' works, to issue "an absolute piracy," says the author, "in a form and at a price that makes me shudder;" and that, under the law as it at present exists, there is positively no remedy for either English author or English publisher! That is, that in one part of her Majesty's dominions one subject of her Majesty may pick another's pocket with impunity. If a Scotsman in Glasgow reprints Mr. Tennyson, he infringes copyright and may be prosecuted; if he live at London, Canada West, he can do it fearlessly and thrive on the profits. What shall we say of Paris Communism after that? Mr. Strahan, in London, England, pays the Laureate large and liberal sums for his poems; but Mr. McCollup, of London, C. W., may reprint these poems without paving a penny. Now, although Canada is an integral portion of the Empire, yet the Canadians pass their own laws, and somehow in 1842 somebody contrived to secure a little Act in the Imperial Parliament (not reported in Hansard and working its sinister course in perfect silence), which declared that the Acts against "importing foreign reprints of British works should be suspended so far as regards Canada." This put English authors at the mercy of the colonists, by enabling the latter to buy American reprints on payment of an ad valorem import duty of 20 per cent., afterwards reduced to 12

per cent.

Then it was that the Canadian mind flourished upon cheap reprints. Who would give six shillings for that which he can buy for ten cents? Hence it is that the satirical dogs of English authors have sent to police poor-boxes the huge sums of fourand-sixpence, half-a-crown, and in one case, we believe, of fourpence-halfpenny, which they have received for the sale of a successful work in Canada!

Determined to be generous to English authors, the Canadians passed an Act enabling them to reprint English works, and, as in the case of importations, to pay the author 12 per cent. But if a work costs one guinea in London and one shilling as a Canadian reprint, the poor author will not grow very rich on 12 on his shilling copies, even if he gets it in full and without evasion. In the case of "Ginx's Baby," nothing has been sent, and as it happens, such a treatment is peculiarly disagreeable to the author, because he has passed a third of his life in Canada, was there educated, and has been a most advanced and consistent friend to that colony, and to colonial society in general. Let us look farther into the matter; by an Imperial Act of 1865, any colonial law repugnant to justice, "shall, to the extent of such repugnancy, but not otherwise, be and remain absolutely void and inoperative." So that "Ginx's Baby" could really put in motion the Imperial force against the Canadian. "I should have raised," says the writer, "if I had enforced my rights, the delicate question of Imperial relations, and the 600,000 persons said to be enrolled in the Canadian Militia would be immediately called out to vindicate the right of Canada to legislate for herself, and to rob an Englishman." So that while the provisions of this Canadian Copyright Act are simply and absolutely wrong so far as they conflict with those of the Imperial Copyright Acts, the English author has really no redress unless he stands the chance of war. the poor fellow cries "Fiat justitia, ruat cœlum," he might cut off Canada, which hangs but by a thread, from our Empire, and hasten that dispersion of Mother England's children which a certain ministry seems so anxious for.

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Let us hope that a temperate appeal to the bare justice of the case will make our Canadian brothers conscientiously generous to English and Scotch authors. We hear from a Canadian source that there is really no hope of redress, the Act having once been passed. Surely no Canadian who loves the Old Land, the mother tongue, the days of Auld Lang Syne, and the thousand noble thoughts and sentiments which he has imbibed from Burns, from Scott, from Milton, and from Shakspeare, will grudge paying a due copyright to an author? If he should do so, says Mr. Jenkins, it will but be too confirmatory of the sneer that "Colonists are eager to take all they can get and give nothing in return.' The sneer, we hope, is undeserved. Let us try to come to a fair understanding; let justice be done to authors and writers; and we dare affirm that the solution of the great Alabama Question will not be more important than the inception of this new bond of union between Great Britain and her children.-London Publishers' Circular.

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Origin of the Honeymoon -It was the custom of the higher orders of the Teutones, an ancient people who inhabited the northern parts of Germany, and from whose language the English is chiefly derived, to drink Mead, or Metheglin, a beverage made with honey, for thirty days after every wedding. From this custom comes the expression "to spend the honey-moon." Attila, King of Hungary, drank so freely of this liquor on his wedding day that he was found suffocated at night, and with him expired the empire of the Huns.

FROUDE'S SHORT STUDIES.

SECOND SERIES.

Mr. Froude may be read with pleasure, if not with profit, except when his ill luck leads him to meddle with history or theology. Theology puts him out of temper; history leads him into those quagmires into which it has a way of leading people who venture to meddle with it without understanding it. Mr. Froude is a memorable example that a man may write twelve volumes of so-called history without showing a glimpse of the historical spirit, and without ever letting us feel quite certain whether the whole thing is or is not a gigantic joke. At the end of Mr. Froude's history we are still not quite certain whether the great paradox of King Harry is not a conscious paradox, in which a clever man has been trying how far he could get people to believe him, while he has himself been laughing at them in his sleeve all the time. The Essays, we think, settle the matter. the whole, we think that Mr. Froude really is in earnest, and that he really believes the doings of his hero to be all right. It is plain that he has convictions. He has

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views, for instance, about the colonies, about the degeneracy of the present age, about Ireland-views which, whether we agree with them or not, are clearly put forth with all good faith and earnestness. And no one ever denied that Mr. Froude, when he takes pains and does not get into a namby-pamby fit, can write clear and attractive English, and that he has the special gift of telling a story. We accept, then, his Essays as in themselves agreeable, if not very profound or instructive reading, and as clearing up the great difficulty about the History. We accept all that Mr. Froude has written-Lives or Saints, Nemesis of Faith, Panegyric of Henry the Eighth-as having been written. in sober earnest. We are perhaps not bound to accept all as being capable of being reconciled with one another; it may be enough if we accept them as successive phases of faith, each setting forth Mr. Froude's honest convictions at the time.

The speculations of a clever writer like Mr. Froude will not always be either just or profound, but they will always supply some matter for thought. When we come to his panegyric on the worldly clergy of

the last century as compared with the more religiously-minded clergy of the present, we are not so certain; he is now getting on dangerous ground. Theology is Mr. Froude's red rag, and he begins to paw and toss the moment he sees it; so we tremble a little when we come to an essay on the "Condition and Prospects of Protestantism." But when he tells us that "the work of the Reformation was done when speculative opinion was declared free," we know where we are. No doubt the Reformation has in the end led to the freedom of speculative opinion. But no amount of Mr. Froude's declamation will persuade us that anybody in the sixteenth century, unless possibly Akbar and William the Silent, at all maintained freedom of speculation as a principle.—Saturday Review.

Mr. GROTE, the historian, D.C.L., F.R.S., died, at his residence in Saville Row, London, on the 18th June, after a long illness. He was eldest son of George Grote, Esq., of Badgmoor, Oxon, and was born in 1794, at Clay-hill, near Beckenham, Kent. His ancestors came from Germany; his grandfather founded, in conjunction with Mr. George Prescott, the well known banking-house. Mr. Grote, was eduIcated at the Charterhouse, and entered his father's establishment as a clerk in his sixteenth year, his leisure being spent in unremitting study. About 1823 he commenced the "History of Greece," upon which he worked till the Reform movement of 1830-1, when he espoused that popular cause, and in December 1832 was returned for the City of London, which he represented in three successive Parliaments, retiring in 1841. He was an advocate of the ballot, in favor of which he made an annual motion. His first publication, in reply to Sir James Mackintosh's "Essay on Parliamentary Reform," in the Edinburgh Review, was printed anonymously in 1821. He has also produced "Essentials of Parliamentary Reform," an article on Clinton's "Fasti Hellenici," in the Westminster Review, and another on Niebuhr's "Heroic Legends of Greece," in the London and Westminster Review. In March 1846, the first volume of his important work, the "History of Greece," appeared; and having for some time ceased to take an active part in politics, he was enabled to devote his entire attention to that work, which was completed in 1856. It was followed by "Plato and the other Companions of Socrates," published in 1865. Mr. Grote married, in 1820, Harriet, daughter of Thomas Lewin, Esq., a lady of an old Kentish family, who is known as the authoress of "The Life of Ary Scheffer," and other works. He was two years ago offered a peerage by Mr. Gladstone, but he refused it, devoting himself sedulously to his duties as President of the University of London, of which he was a most devoted upholder and supporter. In private life it would be difficult to find a more estimable, modest, and amiable gentleman than the late Historian of Greece.

ANECDOTES OF SIR WALTER SCOTT.

An English lady and gentleman, who in traveling through Scotland, had come to the neighborhood of Abbotsford, without providing themselves with an introduction to Sir Walter Scott, and who felt when there an irresistible inclination to intrude upon him, - could think of no expedient by which to gratify their curiosity, but that of throwing themselves upon his mercy and begging the favor of an interview. In their card to him they said that in coming to Scotland their chief object had been to see "the great Lion of the North, Sir Walter Scott;" and they begged him to consider how hard it would be if, after all their travels, they should have to go home disappointed. Sir Walter immediately returned an answer couched in the most polite terms, and concluding with a request that they would come that day to dine with him, " as he had some reason to believe the Lion of the North, like his friends at Exeter 'Change, was best worth seeing at feeding time."

Mrs. Murray Keith, a venerable Scoth lady, from whom Sir Walter Scott derived many of the traditionary stories and anecdotes wrought up in his admirable fictions, taxed him one day with the authorship, which he as usual stoutly denied. "What," exclaimed the old lady, "d'ye think I dinna ken my ain groats among other folk's kail?"

When Monsieur Alexandre, the celebrated ventriloquist, was in Scotland he paid a visit to Abbotsford, where he entertained his distinguished host and the other visitors with his unrivalled imitations. Next morning when he was about to depart Sir Walter Scott felt a good deal embarrassed as to the sort of acknowledgment he should offer, but at length, resolving that it would probably be most agreeable to the young foreigner to be paid in professional coin, if in any, he stepped aside for a few minutes, and on returning presented him with the following epigram. To American readers it must be explained that Sir Walter held the situation of Sheriff of the county of Selkirk :

Of yore in old England it was not thought good
To carry two visages under one hood;
What should folk say to you, who have faces such plenty
That from under one hood you last night shew'd us twenty!
Stand forth, arch deceiver, and tell us in truth,
Are you handsome or ugly, in age or in youth?
Man, woman, or child, a dog or a mouse?
Or are you at once each live thing in the house?
Each live thing, did I ask?-each dead implement, too,
A workshop in your person-saw, chisel, and screw!
Above all, are you one individual? I know
You must be at least Alexandre & Co.

But I think you're a troop-an assemblage--a mob,
And that I, as the Sheriff, should take up the job;
And, instead of rehearsing your wonders in verse,
Must read you the riot act and bid you disperse.

At the sale of an antiquarian gentleman's effects in Roxburgshire, which Sir Walter Scott happened to attend, there was one little article, a Roman patera, which occasioned a good deal of competition, and was eventually knocked down to the distinguished Baronet at a high price. Sir Walter was excessively amused, during the time of the bidding, to observe how much it excited the astonishment of an old woman, who had evidently come here to buy culinary utensils on a more economical principle. "If the parritch pan," she at length burst out, "if the parritch pan gans at that, what will the kail pat gang for?"

James Hogg, in a pleasant paper on the statistics of Selkirkshire, in the Quarterly Journal of Agriculture, having occasion to make mention of Sir Walter, as among the eminent persons born in that county, writes as follows: "To speak of Sir Walter as a literary man, would be the heighth of absurdity in a statistical writer. In that light he is known and duly appreciated over the whole world, wherever letters have found their way. But I shall say, that those who know him only by the few hundreds of volumes that he has published, know only the one half of the man, and that not the best half neither. As a friend, he is steady, candid, and sincere, expressing his sentiments freely, whether favorable or the reverse. He is no man's enemy, though he may be to his principles; and I believe that he never in his life tried to do an individual hurt. His impartiality as a judge is so well known, that no man, either rich or poor, ever attempts to move him from the right onward path. If he had a feeling of partiality in his whole disposition, it is for the poachers and fishers, at least I know that they all think he has a fellow-feeling with them-that he has a little of the old outlaw blood in him, and, if he had been able, would have been a desparate poacher and blackfisher. Indeed, it has been reported that when he was young he sometimes leistered a kipper, and made a shift to shoot a moorfowl i' the drift.' He was uncommonly well made-I never saw a limb, loins, and shoulders so framed for immoderate strength. And, as Tom Purdie observed, 'Faith, an he hadna been crippled he wad ha'e been an unlucky chap.'"

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Sir Walter, in lending a book one day to a friend, cautioned him to be punctual in returning it. "This is really necessary," said the poet in apology; "for though many of my friends are bad arithmeticians I observe almost all of them to be good book-keepers."

Mr. Hay's poems do not generally rise above the fatal mediocrity that damns a poet; but the Pike County Ballads, few as they are, are enough to make a reputation for their author with all who are not offended by the air of irreverence which attaches to that familiar mode of dealing with sacred ideas inherited by Americans from the Puritans of New England, and twisted by modern habits of slang into a form still more grotesque, but perhaps with less of essential vice in it than the Biblical cant associated with the name of Praise-God-Barebones and the Roundheads of the Commonwealth, as well as with the "professors" of the Scotch Covenant.

ROBERT HOUDIN, the celebrated conjurer, died on the 10th June, near Blois. He was not unknown to literature, having published his autobiography, which is a most interesting volume, and which had an immense sale, and his wonderful tricks were thought of sufficient importance by the French Government to be used both to astonish and pacify the Algerine tribes under Abd-el-Kader. One would hardly go to a conjuror's book for an educational treatise; nevertheless, Houdin's account of his method of developing the faculty of observation in his son is worthy of attentive study. Houdin was not only a most finished conjurer, but a man of wide and varied education and many accomplishments. He was aged 65 years.

A TOWN BUILT TO ORDER.

The following account of Riverside, in Illinois, is condensed from a letter to a New York newspaper :

It entered into the mind of the originator of Riverside to do that in the beginning which the inhabitants of villages, towns, and cities sometimes do, and always wish to do after the population is there, and when it costs much more to do it. He determined to prepare a city, and depend upon people to live in it when it was completed. Sixteen hundred and four acres of land were purchased, situate eight miles from the business centre of Chicago, and four miles from the city boundary. A lovely and lively stream runs through it, and it has the only piece of good woodland near the city. The Chicago and Quincy railroad runs through the tract, affording the resi ients twelve trains daily each way between it and Chicago. The new town was commenced in June, 1869, when the only building on the ground was a large stable, which was removed bodily to the distance of a mile and a half. Since that date the company have completed 9 miles of roads, 25 to 30 feet wide, finely laid, guttered, and drained, winding handsomely and bordered with grass; they have made 7 miles of tar and gravel walks, 16 miles of sewers, 5 miles of water mains, and 5 miles of gas pipes. The gas and water works cost $100,000, and gas lamps light up the roads as in the city. Water is supplied from an artesian well 739 feet deep, which was dug in three months, and yields 250,000 gallons a day.

There have been planted since June, 1869, 47,000 shrubs, 7,000 evergreen trees and 32,000 deciduous trees; of the latter 2,500 were large shade trees, some of them 19 inches in diameter and 80 feet high. Special machinery has been used to take up and move these. One tree and the earth attached to it weighed 25 tons. They have contracted for setting out 30,000 elm trees during the present year.

Of the 1604 acres, 740 acres have been appropriated to parks, roads and paths. The large park along the watercourse contains 180 acres: it has already a well-grown wood of oaks, elms, hickories and black walnut trees.

The artesian well now throws water to the height of 39 feet, and supplies the second stories of the houses. The well is surmounted by a handsome tower of brick and stone, which cost $27,000. The company have erected a Swiss building for a refectory, containing large dining-rooms, private supper-rooms, handsome parlors and a large assembly-room capable of holding an audience of 300 persons. Around two of the stories are broad verandas which overhang the river. This building cost $40,000.

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In the vicinity is a charming stone cottage, which cost $11,000, intended for billiard and smoking By the first of July, 1871, a hotel will be completed at a cost of $70,000. There is a handsome stone church, which cost $13,000, and a block of stores and offices of stone and red Milwaukee bricks, which cost $14,000. Boat-houses are now building by the company, and a noble drive is nearly finished to connect Riverside with Chicago.

The enterprise is successful. Besides the public buildings above mentioned, 47 fine dwellings have been erected, of which a number have been occupied

by some of the wealthiest citizens of Chicago. The lots are sold on condition that no house shall stand within 30 feet of the road, or cost less than $3,000. One of the dwellings has cost upwards of $30,000.. Only one house is allowed to be built on a lot 100 feet in front; the lots are 250 feet in depth. Purchasers bind themselves to build within a year.

Riverside has been created a separate township, and the residents have thus the power to prohibit the sale of liquors. When the improvements of the company are completed, they will be handed over to the township, which will afterwards maintain them.

Riverside is a most beautiful and healthy summer resort, and to accommodate the many who desire to avail themselves of its beauties and the magnetic and sulphur springs on the premises, and at the same time, enjoy the fine boating and fishing the river affords, and the driving the splendid roads of Riverside render so enjoyable, the company have recently completed the most comfortable, elegant and best appointed hotel to be found in any watering place in the country, with large, well ventilated and handsomely furnished rooms lighted with gas and supplied with running water. Situated in Riverside park, which comprises 1600 acres beautifully improved, affording many miles of delightful park and forest drives and promenades equal to those of Central Park, New York, it is rendered one of the most attractive resorts to be found on the Continent, and affords home comforts with its most charming surroundings.

Excuses for not Attending Public Worship, by Exemplary Christians.-Overslept myself, could not dress in time, too cold, too hot, too windy, too dusty, too wet, too damp, too sunny, too cloudy, don't feel disposed, no other time to myself, look over my drawers, put my papers to right, letters to write to my friends, took physic, tied to business six days in the week, no fresh air but on Sundays, can't breathe in church,. always so full, feel a little feverish, feel a little chilly, feel very lazy, expect company to dinner, got a headache, caught cold last night at a party, intend nursing myself to-day, new bonnet not come home, tore my muslin dress coming down stairs, got a new novel, must be returned on Monday morning, wasn't shaved in time, don't like a liturgy, don't like an extempore can't sit in a draft of air, stove so hot in winter, always get a head-ache, mean to enquire of some sensible person about the propriety of going to so public a place as a church, will publish the result..

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A Library not a Library. A singular description of Library exists at Warsenstein, near Cassel; the books composing it, or rather the substitutes for them, are made of wood, and every one of them is a specimen of some different tree. The back is formed of its bark, and the sides are constructed of polished pieces of the same stock. When put together the whole forms a box, and inside of it are stored the fruit, seed, and leaves, together with the moss which grows on the trunk, and the insects which feed upon the tree; every volume corresponds in size, and the collection altogether has an excellent effect.

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If a beautiful woman would kiss the sea, its waters would be no longer bitter.-Koran.

The honor of a man is a virtuous wife.Sophocles.

Let pleasant people say what they will, good sense is given equally to both sexes.-Rousseau.

A woman's weapon is her tongue, which she uses to prevent rust.-Chinese Institutes.

Nature made man with an axe, but woman with a pencil.-Canadian Tradition.

Woman should be our mistress in youth, our friend in middle age, our nurse at last.-Lord Bacon.

The eye of the wife is as light of day to her husband.-Bishop Taylor.

Oh, what a treasure is a virtuous wife !-discreet and loving; not one gift on earth makes a man's life so highly bound to heaven.-Chapman, 1605.

We find benevolence in man, but its graces in woman.-Rochefoucault.

We govern all men, because women govern us.— Themistocles.

A wife is the best half of a man.-Hindoo Institutes. Without woman the evils of life would be intolerable; her sympathy consoles, her prudence directs and her wisdom governs.-Anon.

Women are in every respect equal to men.-Lady Morgan.

Last and best of all God's works.

I gave my enemy a wife, because I could do him no greater injury -Pythagoras.

A silly man would be a tolerably wise woman, but a clever woman would be a very silly man.-Rousseau. Fear no weapon but a woman's tongue.-Chinese Proverb.

The Supreme waited till he was asked to create woman, lest man should accuse him of spite.-Koran. Women are like the baggage of an army, an inevitable evil.-Sir F. Bacon.

Where there is women there must be mischief.St. Columb.

Who is weary of a quiet life, get himself a wife.Italian Proverb.

Who trusts a woman and leads an ass, will never be without sorrow.- French Proverb.

Why were fools made? To be companions to women.-Winkelman.

Fire, water, and women, are the three great evils. -Homer.

If she obeys him.-Hindoo Institutes.

There never was such a thing as a wise woman; the wisest of us is only a little less foolish than the rest. Mary, Queen of Scots.

Women are pure egotists.-Hazlitt.

How art thou lost!-Milton.

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take,

But every woman is at heart a rake;

Nothing so true as that you once let fall,

Most women have no character at all.-Pope.

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Sir Thomas Lawrence.-In the "Miscellanies of the Hon. Daines Barrington," a 4to volume, published in 1781, the author, speaking of the early proofs of musical genius exhibited by the Earl of Mornington, father to the Duke of Wellington, takes occasion to mention the talent for a sister art displayed by a boy in the ninth year of his age. This boy afterwards became Sir Thomas Lawrence. Barrington's words are: "As I have mentioned so many proofs of early genius in children, I cannot here pass unnoticed Master Lawrence, son of an innkeeper at Devizes, in Wiltshire. This boy is now (Fèbruary, 1780) nearly ten years and a half old, but at the age of nine, without the most distant instruction from any one, he was capable of copying his

torical pictures in a masterly style, and also succeeded amazingly in compositions of his own, particularly that of "Peter denying Christ." In about seven minutes he scarcely ever failed of drawing a strong likeness of any person present-which had generally much freedom and grace, if the subject permitted. He is likewise an excellent reader of blank verse, and will quickly convince any one that he both understands and feels the striking passages of Milton and Shakepeare."

It is a matter of no little regret that Sir Thomas Lawrence has left no resemblance of himself in any shape. He never sat for his portrait or bust, nor, we believe, did he ever make even the slightest sketch of his own likeness.