ch a book, we can decidedly recommend it as one that is
certain to be useful. It is by far the best of the kind that we have
ever happened to meet with; and we think that if it were universally
studied and consulted, the result would be a great improvement of
expression, both in common speech and literature.

FOOTNOTES:

[3] See _Guesses at Truth_. First series.

[4] _A Selection of English Synonyms_. Second Edition. Parker, London:
1852.

[5] See Whately's _Logic_, book iv., chap. 3, Sec. 1, in which the above is
illustrated by the difference between the road from London to York and
the road from York to London.

[6] The nouns are used here instead of the verbs for convenience sake,
as they precisely correspond.

'CHAPTER ON CATS.'

In No. 419 of this Journal, an article with the above heading mentions
among the exports from New York to New Granada 100 _cats_. Wherever our
contributor may have picked up his intelligence, the original source is
the _New York Herald_; but, unluckily, a paper of a more practical
character--if we may judge from its title--_The Dry-Goods Reporter_,
gives the custom-house entry in full, in which the change of a single
vowel makes a prodigious difference. The entry is this: '100 _cots_--125
dollars--to Granada.'

A MARINER'S WIFE.

'Ah me, my dream!' pale Helen cried,
With hectic cheeks aglow:
'Why wake me? Hide that cruel beam!
I'll not win such another dream
On this side heaven, I know.

'I almost feel the leaping waves,
The wet spray on my hair,
The salt breeze singing in the sail,
The kind arms, strong as iron-mail,
That held me safely there.

'I'll tell thee:--On some shore I stood,
Or sea, or inland bay,
Or river broad, I know not--save
There seemed no boundary to the wave
That chafed and moaned alway.

'The shore was lone--the wave was lone--
The horizon lone; no sail
Broke the dim line 'twixt sea and sky,
Till slowly, slowly one came by,
Half ghostlike, gray and pale.

'It was a very little boat,
Had neither oars nor crew;
But as it shoreward bounded fast,
One form seemed leaning by the mast--
And Norman's face I knew!

'He never looked nor smiled at me,
Though I stood there alone;
His brow was very grave and high,
Lit with a glory from the sky--
The wild bark bounded on.

'I shrieked: "Oh,