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THE SLEEPER.

"Wake dear one! On each blade of gross

The trembling dewdrops shine;
But pale their radiance when compared

To one soft glance of thine.
The bad has oped her petals far

In shrinking modesty,
As if she thought her budding charms

Would blush on seeing thee."

Dewdrops in the morning sun
Melt and vanish, one by one;
Eyes, which were so bright before,
Close in sleep to ope no more;
Fragrant rose-buds fade away,
Roses on the cheek decay.

"Wake, dear one! From the wood and grove

Thy name the song-birds call,
And tell it to the sighing breeze

And playful waterfall;
For bird*, and waterfall, and breeze,

All love to sing of thee,
All love to hear thy sweet young voice

Join iu their melody."

Birds, which hush their songs at night,
Sing again when day is bright;
Breezes lull, then sigh again;
Brooklets sing a ceaseless strain:
There's a voice of sweetest mirth
Never more will sound on earth.

"Why sleeping still, when here I thirst

For word or smile from thee?
Why sleeping, when the lark has sung

Her morning note of glee?
Why sleep, and leave the bud to bloom

Unriv.ill'd and unknown;
The birds, the waterfall and breeze,

To sing their song alone?"

Bnds will bloom, and roses fade;
Songs and silence till the glade;
Brooks still sing a gleesome song;
Other fair ones charm the throng;
Lovei-s sing in lovers7 strain:
She will never wake again.

"Ah! artful one, thon fcignest sleep

To win n lover's kiss;
I fain would chide, yet can not love

Withhold from tasting bliss.
Ah, heaven! her brow is icy cold,

I can not feel her breath;
Still lies she as from marble hewn,

Slec|is she? or is it death?"

Yes, she sleeps; but zephyr's sigh,
Rippling rivers flowing by,
Birds' sweet music in the grove,
Sob of anguish, voice of love,
Burning kisses on the brow—
Nought can wake the sleeper now.

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THE CROSS.

"What came, ye forth to see t

The desert paths so drear;

The desert air is stilt.

What came ge forth to hear t

A whisper 'mid the reeds.

Or voice of one thai /deads,
Persuading soft, or prophet's voice austere t"

"I came not forth to look

For prophet or for seer,
For word from lip or book

I wait not, waiting here;
Where neither speech nor voice
Is heard, my spirit's choice
Abides, for unto mo
The Lord hath show'd a Tree."

'' IVJiat wouldst thon with this tree,
Bare, leafiest, gaunt f On thee
It drops no tendril now,
It stretches forth no bourfh.
Behold the woods, the summer woods are/air;
On Ijchanon the oak
Stanils with its heart unhrohe
In giant strength; what green hi ices tremble there!
The very gourd that springs

And dies within a day.
Will spread its Jan-like, trinas
To shade thee while it mag:
Tlie rose is sweet ere get it pass away,
The lilg blooms and Jades in still decag.

11 Tiioh lovest well the slow
Sweet lapse of rimnina water o'er the stone.

The song of birds at e.irly morn, the low Light, raffling winds; what jindst thou here f a mow; What hearest thon T a sigh Half utter d 'tioixt the sky And earth, from age, to age that seems to die,

"No bird itpon this tree

Will sit and sing to thee;
No flo'rer will spring beneath ; all hurry by

That pass this place; the vine

No cluster yields, for wine
None ask, and here the merry-luiarted sigh."

"Yet hence I will not stir;
What healing gums distil
From out this tree! Of myrrh
The mount is this, of frankincense the hill,
And all around are fair
Broad meads, with shepherds there
That feed and guard their flocks contented still.

"By Sinai long I staid, And heard a voice that spake to me, 'This do, And thou shalt live ;' but when more close I drew, I saw with hidden fire the mountain shake: Upon the air I heard the trumpet break

Long, loud and lou ler yet: what hope had I When even Moses said, 'I fear and qu ike—

Let not God speak unto me, lest I die!'

"To Tabor then I came. How fair, methought, how pleasant is this place. How green and still! Then, Jesus, on Thy face I look'd, and it was comely; fall of griiee And truth Thy lips as oiu whom Go 1 bath blest.

Here then, mcthought, for ever I will rest,
Here will I build my shrine, and pay my vows;

But while in sweet content

To pluck fresh txmghs I went,

Peter and James and John,

Yea, Jesus too, had gone,
And I was left amid the wither'd boughs.

"At length another place

I reached at noon ; the trodden ground was bare;
Of a great multitude I saw the trace,
But nil was silent now; no marvel there
My eyes beheld, no law
I heard, no vision saw,
Save Jesus only, Him, the Crucified.
I saw my Lord, that look'd on me and died.

"Here will I see the day

Pass by, the shadows creep
Around me; here I pray,

And here I sing and weep;

Here only will I sleep

And wake again; I keep
My watch beneath this tree
The Lord hath showed to me."

THE STORM ON THE LAKE OF
GENNESARETH.

Shone the sun no more on purple mountain,
Lush gay greenery, and tangled I horn,

Bird of brilliant hue, and silver fountain,
Oleander pink, and golden corn.

Lay the fair lake stretch'd in tranquil slumber;

Closed was now her eye ofheav'nly blue: O'er her watch'd the stars in countless number;

Round her Night its sable mantle drew.

On that dark expanse went, gaily gliding,
From the western shore a fisher-craft,—

In the slumber of the pool confiding,
In the evening-breeze which blew abaft.

Lo! adown yon rift which glooms above her
Swoops from hi* dreur wild the eastern gale:

Lo! the hungry waves her bulwarks cover,
Flaps with dirge-like sound her shatter'd sail.

Blast and billow round that barque are raging;

Kound that frail barque blast and billow rave: Wind and wave 'gainst her fierce war are waging:

But she bears the Lord of wind and wave.

With the long day's heat and burden weary (Shepherd good, tending His suffering sheep)—

Worn, I wis, wilh many a night-watch dreary,—
'Mid that turmoil Jesus lay asleep.

Slept the Lord on that rough fisher-pillow:
Kound Him broke the sad upbraiding cry
(For iheir barque was sinking'neath the billow)—
"Car'st thou not, O Master, that we die?''

Soft, as murnier of the evening-breezea
O'er the stillness of the summer-sea,

Heard they then the mild reproof of Jesus—
"Fearful hearts, why trust ye not in Me?"

O'er the turmoil hath His voice resounded,
And the Word of God hash utter'd "Peace!"

And the raving waves have shrank confounded, And the threatenings of the wild wind cease.

Wonder'd then those men who saw His |K»ver: Whisper'U they affrighted—" Who is he,

At whose voice the mighty storm-blasts cower,
At whose will is still'd the surging sea?"

So, amid life's storms if terror seize us,
Henrd his mild reproof-as air of balm:

So rebukes our foes the voice of Jesus,
And the soul fares on in holy calm.

John Hoskyns Abraham..

Sunday Magazine.

BRIEF LITERARY NOTICES.

The Intuitions of the Mind Iittlvftbiely Invextignted. By the Rev. James M'Cosh. LL. IX, Professor of Logic and Metpahysics in Queen's College, Belfast, &c. New and Revised Edition. London: Maemillnn and Co. 18G5. When the first edition of this work appeared, we expressed our judgement that "no philosophical student could afford to be ignorant of its contents." We further described the volume as, "in part, an attempt to classify and explicate our fundamental faiths, by a fuller induction and stricter analysis than have hitherto been given; and, in part, a protest afrain.-t Hamilton's corruption of the true Scottish faith, against his doctrine of the merely relative and phenomenal character of all our know-ledge.'1 We added, that, "no philosopher before Dr M'Cosh has clearly brought But the stages by which an original and individual intuition posses, first, into an articulate, Inn still individual, judgment, and then into a universal maxim or principle;" and that no one before Dr. M'Cosh had "so clearly or completely classified and enumerated our intuitive convictions, or exhibited in detail their relations to the various sciences which repose on them as their foundations."

Let us now say, further, that this edition teirs the marks of very careful revision, so as to render inapplicable some strictures as to the style of the work with which we presumed to abate our commendation of the first edition; and that the author has also taken some hints we ventured to ott'.-r iu regard to the fuller explanation of his views on certain points. The work as it now appears, is fully worthy of the distinguished philosopher whose Method of the Divine Government has »o long be«n a standard with theological students.

The amount of summarized information which it contains is very great; and it is the only work on the very important subject with which it deals. Never was' such a work so much needed as in the present day. It is the only scientific work adapted to counteract the materialistic school oi' Mill, Bain, and Herbert Spencer, which is so steadily prevailing among the students of the present generation.

We are still, indeed, convinced that a fallacy lies ut the bottom of Dr. M'Cosh's chapter on "the Infinite;"indeed, that the very phrase, 'the Infinite," arises out of a pernicious confusion

of idc-as, and is utterly misleading, and that Locke was much nearer the'truth as to this matter than any in the later times who have descanted respecting "the Infinite" and " the Absolute." We hold the word "iutiuite" to b^ merely an uttributi,

and to be properly applied only to Deity. We denounce the ever-recurring confusion between the mathematical infinite, (so called,) and beween the infinite of space, which, if it were anything, would merely be n mathematical and quasimaterial infinite of three dimensions, and the Infinitude of our Lord God. We would explode utterly all such in- Eilin •-, in works of metaphysics or philosophy, as "The Infinite." Mr. Calderwood lias, in effect, all but come to our position on this subject. We doubt not that he will be compelled to come to it fully, and to altar the title of his well-known work. And we hope that Dr. M'Cosh will some day alter the title of his chapter. As to causation, again, we still trace, as we think somewhat too much of the influence of J. S. Mill on Dr. M'Cosh's views. Nevertheless, we repeat that the present is a work of very high rulue, and indispensable to the student. Dr. M'Cosh seems to be the only champion at present in the field against the metaphysical ami uioral scepticism of the English school of 1'ositivist philosophers.—L&rulon Quarterly,

The Roman and the Teuton.—A Series of Lectures delivered before the University of Cambridge. Bv Charles Kingsley, M. A.. Professor of Modem History. Macmillan. 1804. Our readers need not be told, that we are not disciples of Mr. Kingsley. If we rehearsed the Articles of our Belief together, the sense which he would attach to some of the chief of them would differ as greatly from the sense which they would have for ourselves as if the words expressed dissimilar, or even incompatible, doctrines. And dogma apart, there are questions of ecclesiastical and social life, questions, too, of topic and tone in the department of Christian literature, upon which we make bold to differ most widely from Mr. Kingsley. In the present volume we note a series of points, at which Mr. Kingsley uppcai-s to us to abandon the lines, if not of sound faith, at least of the caution and discreetness which befit a writer whose teachings, both as to their matter and manner, are gospel to a crowd of fervid readers. Every one who is familiar with lly/iatia knows the position in which Mr. Kingsley takes pains to exhibit the most awful of all Christian doctrines in that remarkable book ; and we regret to observe, that in the Lectures before us the same polemic is carried on, though with less vigor and subtlety. We marvel at this. We do not say that there is no ground for Mr. Kingsley's hostility; but, considering that our Lord has again and again used the language which, under the form in which the Church has sometimes employed and applied it, Mr.Kingsley so strongly repudiates, we think he is bound to distinguish more carefully between things which differ, and not to run the risk of demolishing a truth while he is caricaturing or satirising a falsehood. So, again, in this volume, we are sorry that he should let down the value of a most just and noble eulogium upon the Methodism of the last century by suggesting that its preachers often appealed to "low hopes and fears, which we should be ashamed to bring into our calculations"—as if there were more than a very email grain of truth in this; and that he should indulge in perpetual appeals to heaven in his pages, where earth would be quite as impressive and abundantly more reverent. |

But Mr. Kingsley is a noble writer after all; nobler and nobler, we venture to think, as he goes on writing. There were some fine sentiments in his little work on the Pentateuch, published a short while since,—sentiments, which, as coming from Mr. Kingsley, would have greater weight against Colenso and his school than octavos of Hebrew and Algebra from some men. And we honor him for those sentiments; both for the holding and for the enunciation of th.'in. Ami this Roman and Teuton, notwithstanding certain reserves which we can not but make in commending it, is one of the most brilliant, powerful, and grandly Christian hooka which we have recently met with; as lofty in its principles, as it is suggestive in its philosophy and bewitching in its style and coloring. Mr. Kingsley's subject is the Overthrow of the Roman Empire by the Northern Barbarians, and the Formations of that New European Lite to which the great etasrrophe gave birth. His aim, however, is not to re-wiite Gibbon, or simply to delineate character and action after his own picturesque and graphic manner. He pitches his ambition higher. He wishes to show that Rome fell and the Teuton conquered, not by any inevitable operation of natural causes, b.it under the direct "strategy of Providence;" and that, in fact, this marvelous crisis of human history is a never-to-be-forgotten demonstration of those "eternal judgments" of God, to which the prophets of the Old Testament attribute the downfall of kings and states. This is what we want: men of Mr. Kingsley's powers and breadth of view culling things by their right n.imes, first proving and then saying plainly, that God did this or that, and not re-action, anil not necessity, and not chance, or any other god of our nineteenth century pantheon. We trust a large number of our readers will make themselves acquainted, if they have not already done so, with Mr. Kingslcy's unanswerable argument against the doctrine of a necessary development in the history of mankind, contained in the Inaugural Lecture of this Series. The Lecture is entitled. Tlie Limits of Exact Science as a/yitieJ to History, and is one of the most weighty and forcible "words in season" to which we have had of late the opportunity of listening. We lament our inability to reproduce the main points of this masterly vindication of the prerogative of the human will ; and hardly less, that our limits forbid us likewise to furnish some idea of the contents of Mr. Kingsley's work as a whole. The Forest Children, the Dying Empire, the Human Deluge, the Gothic Civilizer, Dietrich's End, the Nemesis of the Goths, Paulns Diaconus, the Clergy and the Heathen, the Monk a Civiliz;-r, the Lombard Laws, the Popes and the Lombards, and the Strategy of Providence, are the titles of the Lectures; and to those who know Mr. Kingsley's writings, they will serve as hints of the affluence of thought and of striking language to which they point. His work, however, must l>e read to be appreciated; and of those who do read it, we believe few will lay it down without sensible enlargement of their intellectual horizon, most wholesome quickening of their social and moral sympathies, and vastly deepened convictions of the truth, for nations, as well as for individuals, of the solemn yet blessed doctrine of that Divine Book which is destined to outlive all the philosophy in the world which it does not baptize: "Verily, there is n reward for the righteous; there is a God that judgeth in the earth."—London Quarterly.

Ticknor & Fields, Boston, have reeently published some interesting hooks, among which are the following: Skirmishmnndtiketrhn. By Gail Hamilton. (Irnne thmuihts of a ennntrii Parson. Second Scries. Jfo'ixr/io/il Poems. Bv Hevry W. Longfellow. Historical new of thf. American Jierohilion. Bv Prof. Gkoror W. Greeot.. 1 rol. IGmo. Thf, Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table. In the hlne nnd gold series.

Portions of the first volume as well ns of that by Prof. Greene, have already ar>ix>nred in the At/nntir \fonllily. Gail Hamilton's writings, notwithstanding her serious defects, and the cry raised against her by a portion of the press, are adapted to do (rood. She writes with n purpose, in an earnest spirit, and with great vigor of thought, and on practical subjects.

The "Country Parson" is always good and eminently suggestive; and the popularity of his previous volumes will induce many to rend this one.

Prof. Greene's volume contnins the series of lectures read before the Lowell Institute in Boston, in 1803. He has made the history of our Revolutionary period his special study, and his present volume gives the valuable results of his labors.

The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table is as nsnit witty and lively, and yet he needs to be rend with discrimination. Among much that is wise and useful there is not a little that can not fail to give pain to the serious and the Christian-minded.

The series of Companion Poets fur thf. Pcoplf, of which "Household Poems"isthoinitinlvolnme, we are snre will be warmly welcomed. The plan of the series, say Ticknor & Fields, is to present the choicest and most deservedly popular poems of the best poets in a tasteful aiiii elegant style, and at the same time at a price so low as to bring the, series within the reach of every household. The present volume contains all Mr. Lonoket.Low's shorter poems of a domestic; nnturc, with illustrations by lending English artists.

Essays in Criticism. By Matthew Arnold, Professor of Poetry in the University of Oxford, Boston. Ticknor and Fields, 1865. The American public we are sure will welcome this book which has already attracted a considerable attention and called forth no little criticism in England. It is characterized by boldness and vigor of thought, and although there is very much in the volume from which we totally dissent, still it can not fail to repay a careful and discriminating reading.

The Mnrti/r s Afonument. Being the Patriotism nnd Political Wisdom of Abraham Lincoln, as exhibited in his Speeches Messages, Orders, and Proclamations etc. New York American News Coinp-my, 1865. This volume was suggested by Prof. Francis Lieber. The name of the editor is not given. He seems however to have executed his task with good taste nnd sound judgment. Among the numerous works of a similar kind it deserves an honored place.

Annual of Scientific Di,ia»;ery. or Year-Rook of facts in Silence and Art for 186"). Edited hy David A. Wells, M.u. Boston; Gould and Lin

coln, 1865, pp. 355. This annual has now been published for sixteen years, and it has steadily grown in value and importance. Every thing bearing upon the progress of science and the useful arts is here collected in the most concise form, and Ro as to \te easy of reference. So rapid is the progress of the sciences, that sneh a publication is indispensable. It is brought out in good style: A list of eminent scientific men, who have died during the year is added; also an American Scientific Bibliography.

T. O. H. P. BtiRVHAM, (Boston,) has just published, Canada, its Defences, Condition, and Resources, being a second and concluding volume of "My Diary, North and South." By W. HowAsd Russell, LL. D.

This volume will find readers. There is much in it with reference to our own country that is foolish and wicked, but it affords much valuable information in regard to Canada, especially as to its means of defence and its internal condition and resources.

JI<H>odeomin Injections in the treatment of Neuralgia, Rheumatism, Gout and other disease*. By Antoink Kuppaner, M. D. The same publisher as alx>ve.

MtramicAii A story of the Miramichi Valley, New Brunswick. This beautiful valley was the "Meccji" of artists seeking the picturesque; of hunters and fishers loving its wild sports; of speculators astonished at the undeveloped richness of the country ; of rough lumbermen driven there by the march of civilization. But a few years ago this celebrated "Lumbering region" created as great a furore as the "Oil regions" of Pennsylvania do now. It is a new field for the Novelist, and this story abounds with admirable portraits and description, quaint humor and thrilling adventure. The prominent character is an honest, religions, Methodist blacksmith, from the "States," well

known everywhere as "Bishop" B , self-elected

and called to preach and reclaim the dwellers in this lovely valley, who were not a God-serving people.

Hunted to Death: A Story of Love and Adventure in both Hemispheres. This novel is one of Loring's popular Railway Library series, nnd its success has l>een equal to its merit; for it is one of the spiciest books of its kind which we have seen for a considerable time.

Life-Si-enes from the Four Gospel*.—(A New Book.) By Rev. Geo. Jones, Chaplain U. S. Navy. The object of this work is to give a completeness to the scenes in the gospels, by means of the various knowledge that can be now procured from liooks of criticism, travels, archaeology, &c., &c.: and thus also, to make those scenes more real sud life-like to the mind than they are apt to appear in the ordinary, unuppreciative mode of reading.

Mr. Chaplain Jones has visited the Holy Land, and made a careful inspection of the city of the Great King, and his published volume of travels is full of iuterest and instruction.

SCIENCE.

Recent Remains of the Mm.—Professor Owen read a most interesting pajier at a recent meeting of the Zoological Society on the most curious bird,

dinornis, or moa, ns it is called by the natives of I New Zealand. The learned Professor quoted . from a letter written hy Dr. Hector, from Otago,! New Zealand, from which it appears that almost i perfect skeletons of a parent bird and her little ones were disco\ered buried in the sand by some gold-diggers, who were prospecting at a place called Mnnukeska, in the sand-plains of Otago. These valuable relics were carefully preserved and forwarded to England. Although* the skeletons were in a very advanced state of decomposition, still they were very much more perfect than any that had hitherto been found. Not only were their bones united and unbroken, actually feathers >ti)l remained adhering to the integument that covered the carcass, just above the tail; the liga- j mentous tissue, attaching several of the larger bones together, still remaining but little changed; and tough horn-like covering of the soles of the feet still clung to the toes. The skull was very perfect, and measured about 8.J inches in length. ] The chickens, four in number, apjiearcd to have been very recently hatched, although no traces of egg-shell were discovered. The tiny moas, and their mamma or papa, whichever it might have been, seemed to have been suddenly covered up and stifled in an avalanche or drift of sand.

Their valuable remains are at present in the Museum at York, and were exhibited by Mr. Allies, F. L.s., at a meeting of the Linm-an Society.

It is instensely interesting and instructive, in taking a retrospective glance, to see how wonderfully the prediction of Professor Owens, founded on a mutilated thigh-bone, has l>ecn verified.

First came a gigantic femur or thigh-bone, sent to England by the Rev. W. Williams, who in 1824 \vns acting in capacity ns missionary in New Zealand. As far as size went, it might have belonged to a bison. It was shown to the Professor, who ut once pronounced it to belong to a huge bird, for larger than any that had ever been seen, allied to the ostrich, bnt less active in its habits. This if the first we hear of the mor, or moa, (native nMnc, i the dinomis or dreadful bird (6eivo$ upvti) of New Zealand.

Proffered rewards stimulated to more diligent §earch; and soon other bones were found, and others quickly followed these, and entire Skeletons were gradually completed. Then an enormous egg came to light, that was clearly the egg of this giant bird; and now we have the chicken, the only missing link.

Thus has it been clearly proved that a monster bird existed, such as Professor Owen had described—his only data a single broken bone. This bird, closely allied to the ostrich or cassowary, lived at no very remote period of the worlds history, and may perhaps still exist in the unknown and unexplored wilds of New Zealand.

The remains were considered to belong to the species named iJinorma rp/wsfua, and the feathers springing from one shaft or quill, as we find in the emu and cassowary.

It is a debatable question whether the dinornis is more nearly related to the apteryx than to the emu or cassowary. The latter would appear to be the more probable inasmuch as the apteryx lays but a single egg; and here we are furnished with inconteotible proof of four, if not irmre, chickens having been found with the parent bird, buried suddenly together in the deadly sand-drift.

Neither is it by any means a certainty that the old bird discovered with the chicks mast have been mostly demonstrated that, among the struthious birds, as the rhea, the emu, and cassowary, the female abandons the egg to the entire charge of the male, after she has deposited them in the nest.

Consa.ngmnr.ous Marriage*.—M. A. Voisin has put forward some interesting facts tending to prove that marriages of consanguinity are not productive of the evil consequences usually attributed to them. He earned on his inquiries in the town of Batz, in the Loire-Infe'rieure. Having selected fortysix cases of consanguineous marriage, he examined the husbands, wives, and children in regard to their physical and intellectual development, and made inquiries concerning the families examined and their ancestors, through the assistance of the mayor, pastor, and oldest inhabitants. Combining the statistics thus collected, he finds that intermarriages do not bring about disease, idiocy, or malformation. The town of Biitz is situated upon a peninsula, bounded on one side by the seashore, and on the other by salt marshes. The air is pure, and the most frequent winds are those from the north, north-east, and north-west. The number of inhabitants is about 3,300. They have little communication with other parts of the country, and their occupation is almost entirely confined to the preparation of salt. They are very intelligent, almost all the adults being able to read, and the morality is of the highest stamp. Theft or murder has not occurred within the memory of the oldest inhabitant. The mothers nurse their children till they are fifteen months old, and the general food of the population is of the vegetable class. There are at present, in Butz, forty-six couples who are cousins—five who are second cousins, thirty-one who are third cousins, and ten who are fourth cousins. From the five unions of second cousins there have been produced iwentythrec children, none of whom have presented any congenital deformity. The thirty-one marriages of third cousins have produced a hundred and twenty children, all healthy; and the marriages of fourth cousins have given rise to twenty-nine children, all of whom, with the exception of a tew attacked by ague, were strong and healthy at the time of examination. The writer contends that such facts as the foregoing prove that consanguineous marriages by no means lead to the degeneration of a race.—Vide Comptes licnihu.

The Mont Cenii Tunnel.—In a late number of the Revue Qmtenyioraine some interesting details concerning the apparatus employed in boring through the Alps are given. The machine consists of a piston working horizontally in a cylinder, and carrying a chisel fixed u)K>n it like a bayonet, which at each stroke dashes with violence against the rock to be pierced. Each time the chisel recoils it turns round in the hole, and as the latter is sunk deeper and dee|X-r, the frame-shield, which carries not one, but nine |>ertbrators, advances in ! proportion. While the chisel is doing its work j with extraordinary rapidity, a copper tube of small diameter keeps .squirting water into the hole, by which means all the rubbish is washed out. Behind the shield there is a tender, which, by the aid ; of a pump set in motion by compressed air, feeds ! all these tubes with water. The noise caused by

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