he express
agreement of his captors. The whole collection is, in its general
effect, delusive and mischievous--the purpose being to exhibit war
as always glorious, and France as uniformly triumphant. It is by
means like these that the business of shattering knee-joints and
multiplying orphans is kept in countenance.'

NEW APPLICATIONS OF MANGEL-WURZEL.

A patent has been taken out for the following applications of
mangel-wurzel:--_1st_, To prepare a substance which may be combined
with, or employed in place of coffee, the mangel-wurzel roots are
well washed, cut into pieces; about the size of peas or beans, and
then dried and roasted in the same manner as coffee-berries. The
product is ground after being roasted, and it is then ready for use.
_2d_, A substitute for tea is produced by cutting the leaves of
mangel-wurzel into small strips or shreds, drying the same, and then
placing them upon a hot plate, which is kept at a temperature
sufficiently high to slightly char the leaves. The charred
mangel-wurzel leaves are to be used in precisely the same way as
tea. _3d_, To manufacture a fermented liquor, the mangel-wurzel
roots are well washed, cut into small pieces, and put into a vat,
wherein they are permitted to ferment for two or three days, at a
temperature of about 70 degrees, and water is added thereto. A
fermented liquor is thus obtained similar to perry or cider. _4th_,
When the mangel-wurzel roots are to be employed in the preparation
of wort, they are washed, and cut into small pieces, which are
dried, or slightly charred, by the action of kilns or ovens, of the
kind used for drying malt; and wort is prepared from this produce in
the same manner as from malt.

THE MARTYRDOM OF FAITHFUL IN VANITY FAIR.[6]

I.

The great human whirlpool!--'tis seething and seething:
On! No time for shrieking out, no time for breathing;
All toiling and moiling--some feebler, some bolder,
But each sees a fiend-face grin over his shoulder:
Thus merrily live they in Vanity Fair!

The great human caldron--it boils ever higher;
Some drowning, some sinking; while some, creeping nigher,
Come thirsting to lean o'er its outermost verges,
Or touch--as a child's feet touch trembling the surges:
One plunge--Ho! more souls swamped in Vanity Fair!

'Let's live while we live, for to-morrow all's over.
Drink deep, drunkard bold! and kiss close, thou mad lover!