olo, and
we hear of one fortunate person, Herodotus of Megara, who gained this
honour more than ten times. It must have taken real genius to have
roused melody from the primitive trumpets of early days, and even with
all the facilities afforded by the scientific knowledge of the present
time, the trumpet requires great skill and careful playing to make it a
really musical instrument. It is usually made of brass, and occasionally
of silver, which is supposed to give a softer tone.

[Illustration: The Rehab.]

The Rehab is the violin of Palestine, and in appearance almost suggests
to European eyes a dustpan and brush. The frame is of wood, covered,
like a tambourine, with parchment, and placed across a handle from which
hangs a single string of thick, black horsehair, very coarse in texture.
It is played with a bow, also of horsehair, and is held much after the
fashion of a violin, being chiefly used to accompany songs and the
romances in which Eastern people delight. Playing is almost always done
by professionals, for, although music is much appreciated, it is thought
unreasonable to take trouble oneself when some one can take it for you.

At a Palestine Exhibition lately, amongst curiosities of great interest,
the writer was given for exhibition a specimen of the Rattle used by the
Jews at the Feast of Purim, held in memory of the deliverance of the
Jewish nation by Queen Esther from the plot of Haman. The Rattle was
made of tin; it was of the usual rattle form for twirling round and
round, and its use was to scare away evil spirits from the Feast.

HELENA HEATH.

TO THE RESCUE!

A True Story.

Chirp! chirp! chirp! Twit! twit! twit! Such a noise of chirping in the
ivy at the back of the house! Just like a crowd of children after a
school concert; but it was a much more serious affair than a concert.

We could not at first see anything to cause the disturbance, although we
could not help knowing that it was a sparrow in some sort of peril or
distress. At last one of us discovered that a poor little bird had
entangled itself in some stout string which dangled from the ivy, and it
was swinging at the end of this in a very dangerous manner. None of us
could think what to do, because it was too high up for our only ladder
to reach, and too far away to get at from any one of the windows.

While we were all standing looking at it we heard another chirp, as much
as to say 'Hang on, dear, and I will soon set yo