calculation. Of other American items, there is one worthy the
notice of apiarians: some emigrants who sailed from Boston wished to
convey a hive of bees to the Sandwich Islands, where the industrious
insects have not as yet been introduced; all went well until the
vessel reached the tropics, and there the heat was so great as to melt
the wax of the combs, and consequently to destroy the bees.

Lieutenant Hunt, of the American Coast Survey, states that
copper-plate engravings may be copied on stone; specimens are to
appear in the forthcoming report. To quote his description: 'A
copper-plate being duly engraved, it is inked, and an impression taken
on transfer-paper. A good paper, which wetting does not expand, is
needed, and a fatty coating is used in the process. The transfer-paper
impression is laid on the smooth stone, and run through a press. It is
then wetted, heated, and stripped off from the stone, leaving the ink
and fat on its face. The heated fat is softly brushed away, leaving
only the ink-lines. From this reversed impression on the stone, the
printing is performed just as in ordinary lithography. A good transfer
produces from 3000 to 5000 copies. Thus prints from a single
copper-plate can be infinitely multiplied, the printing being,
moreover, much cheaper than copper-plate.'

IN EXPECTATION OF DEATH.--CONSTANTIA.

When I was young, my lover stole
One of my ringlets fair:
I wept--'Ah no! Those always part,
Who having once changed heart for heart,
Change also locks of hair.

'And wonder-opened eyes have seen
The spirits of the dead,
Gather like motes in silent bands
Round hair once reft by tender hands
From some now shrouded head.

'If'---- Here he closed my quivering mouth,
And where the curl had lain,
Laid payment rich for what he stole:--
Could I to one hour crush life's whole,
I'd live that hour again!

My golden curls are silvering o'er--
Who heeds? The seas roll wide;
When one I know their bounds shall pass,
There'll be no tresses--save long grass--
For _his_ hands to divide;

While I shall lie, low, deep, a-cold,
And never hear him tread:
Whether he weep, or sigh, or moan,
I shall be passive as a stone,
He living, and I--dead!

And then he will rise up and go,
With slow steps, looking back,
Still--going: leaving me to keep
My frozen and ete