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off the view of everything more than about 500 feet below; at the same time an exclamation from a tourist caused me to look up, and I saw to my surprise a dense mass

of cloud wildly circling in the air above our heads; another moment, and it had descended upon us, and we were at once in almost total darkness.

(To be concluded next month.)

AQUARIUM KEEPING.

BY THE EDITOR.

MONG popular epidemics it would be unpardonable to omit the Aquarium mania, which reached its height about the time when many of our readers had proceeded no further than the initial A, and were as yet in happy ignorance of the

remainder of the word. The attack was general, being most severe in towns and cities; and not a few young ladies and gentlemen "felt bad," as our American cousins phrase it. The consumption of glass was alarmingly great, and it is a wonder the price was not permanently raised. Rough plate, smooth plate, bell glasses, show glasses, milk pans, basins, -in short, everything that could be used as a tank or made into one, was seized upon, and converted into an aquatic Noah's ark, for the edification and amazement of admiring friends. There was grand messing, spilling, and slopping, though, behind the scenes; tanks would leak, in spite of white-lead, red-lead, and Portland cement; bowls would capsize and saturate the carpet with a compound of dark-coloured mud,

spasmodic beetles, slimy weeds, gasping fishes, and convoluted worms; while the inhabitants of vessels which escaped such catastrophes set peace principles at open defiance, as if determined to afford a practical commentary on the poet's lines,—

"The pond's a mirror'd world, where strong on weak,

Cunning on simple, prey."

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Thus many a "'weak fish and "simple" tadpole reached (if we may so say) Ponder's End by a route quite different from the Eastern Counties Railway.

In this and other ways-not to omit the bursting of vessels in frosty weather, so graphically sketched by John Leech in a former number of Punch-the aquarium mania received a check which threatened to prove a checkmate. Tanks were banished to sculleries, dark cup. boards, and outhouses; and bell glasses were turned to purely horticultural uses. But among a comparatively select few a different effect had been produced. They had learned, after many failures and discouragements, that it was quite

possible to maintain an aquarium in nature, now takes place. Under

and its contents in a condition of tolerably uniform prosperity, and that under such circumstances there was an abundance of instruction and amusement to be extracted from them. And so it has come to pass that now most aquarium keepers take a genuine interest in their bowls or tanks, and are in thorough sympathy with the little world of life which each vessel contains.

Presuming that some of our readers desire to reap the benefit of the practical experience which has been gained during the last fourteen or sixteen years, we purpose to devote a page to sundry jottings that may be helpful "to persons about to" up a fresh-water aquarium.

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A "pond in a parlour" is dependent for its purity, and its inhabitants for their life and health, upon certain conditions, easily explained. In nature, standing water may, as every one knows, be perfectly sweet and drinkable; but if so, its condition is due to a balance of animal and vegetable life. The duck weed which covers the surface of a pond, the reeds and rushes which fringe its margin, and the floating vegetation. which is suspended in its waters, combine to prove a powerful agency for the production of oxygen gasor "vital air," as it was formerly called; and when the sun shines, this gas is freely given off by the plants, which it studs with innumerable bubbles. On the other hand, every animal-fish, insect, worm, or whatever it may be-exerts an exactly opposite influence, breathing out carbonic acid (carbon + oxygen) gas into the water. A process of exchange, of the highest importance

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the influence of sunlight the carbonic acid is absorbed by the plant, which retains the carbon, and returns the oxygen. The latter is at once breathed in or respired by the animals, to be breathed out or expired as carbonic acid. It is plain that where this wonderful "balance" is true, animals and plants will alike be maintained in a living and healthy condition; and the object of the aquarium keeper should be to attain and then to maintain this desirable equality.

It is equally plain that a globe of gold fish is no aquarium at all; and when it is also remembered that in the latter we are seeking to imitate nature as closely as possible, it will be seen that the position of a globe on a round table, in front of a window through which the sunshine pours uninterruptedly, is anything but a natural one. If we have fish in an aquarium, we must neither starve, nor boil, nor dazzle them after any such fashion. If we are able to afford a square or oblong tank, one side and both ends should be of slate, not glass; and if a glass vessel (such as an inverted bell glass) is chosen, it should be placed in a somewhat shady place, or, by means of green paper pasted on the glass, shelter should be afforded from the direct rays of the sun.

A layer of clean river sand is placed at the bottom of the aquarium, and on this small pebbles should be spread to a depth of a full inch at least. If rock work is introduced, much care is needed to avoid outraging good taste by the introduction of unnatural scenery. To make a subaqueous grotto of bright minerals

"PADDY COMING FOR JUSTICE TO AN IRISH MAGISTRATE."

"THE top o' the mornin', yer Honor,
Meself's proud to see ye the day,
For it's sure I'm now to get justice,
Whatever them Connors may say.
Jist see me condition, yer worship,
All batther'd an' bruised, while me eye
Is bunged up entirely, yer honor,
An' painin' me worse nor a stye.
Sure I'll tell ye the story this minit,
An' tell it ye out of the face,
Sorra word of a lie in it aither,

Them Connors their counthry's disgrace.
Well, I wint to the fair of Belturbet,
With a calf an' a slip of a pig,

Little thinkin', when lavin' the woman,
She would see me return in such trig.
She's a daughter of Barney O'Brien's,
The O'Briens was princes of yore,

When ould Ireland was ruled like a counthry,
With her Parlimint all to the fore.
Musha 'tisn't the same now, yer Honor,
Sure half of the ginthry is gone:
Bad luck to all absentee landlords,

It would melt the heart of a stone

To hear how that woman keeps grievin'

Whin she spakes of the days that are past,

With her people all in their glory,

Sure I tell her the best times comes last.'

An' if all the ginthry that's roamin'

Would jist stay at home, like yerself,

It's little we'd want of a ruler,

For aich one could rule his own self."

Magistrate "Well, what of the fair?" Paddy-“Yes, yer Honor,
Afther sellin' the pig an' the calf,

I stepped into Murphy's new public
For a dandy of mixed half-an'-half.'
An' who should I see at the counther
But that 'blight-o'-me-eye,' Connor's son,
Harrangin' like any Bill Gladstone,

An' boastin' of all he had done.
So he puts out his hand, and says, 'Paddy,
I'm happy to see ye, ould boy;
Come an' thry a fresh naggin of whiskey,
I'll pay for the reck'nin' with joy.'
Then, I dhrew meself up pretty stately,
Sez I,Misther Connor, me lad,
I can pay for me own dhrop of sperrits—
The times isn't all out so bad.'

Well, we left that same public together,

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An' sez he, as we're bound the same road,
Why can't we get on fair an' aisy?'

So his company then he bestowed.

But comin' along, I jist axed him,
'Did he hear of yer uncle at say,
Or was he condimmed to Spike Island,
For a little time out of the way?'

Well, he riz in a terrible fury,

Sez he, When yer grandfather hung,
Did ye keep the ould rope for a warnin',
To tache ye the use of yer tongue?'

With that I became mighty angry,

'Sure,' sez I, 'all the blackguards around
Have sprung from the race of O'Connors,
An' was reared on the same spot of ground.'

Then I raised up me bit of shillelagh,
Jist to give him a neighbourly tap,
When the handle slipped out of me fist, sir,
An' hot him a sort of a rap.

It was nothin' to spake of, yer Honor,
Jist a couple of teeth that kem out,
But he sprung at me throat like a tiger,
An' mauled me an' pulled me about.

I wrastled me best, then, most surely,
To save this poor bit of a life,
I saw he was bint on me murder,

And then I crep' home to me wife.

Now, yer Honor, this consummate villain
Ah, how will I punish him best?
Sorra word of a lie I have tould ye,
An' all for a bit of a jest."

Magistrate-"Go home to your wife and get poulticed,
Tom Connor was with me before,
And very well for you I saw him,
Ere a long affidavit he swore.

Go and ask for his pardon to-morrow,
And then let me see you shake hands,
Or else go to the Court and sup sorrow,
For you I've no other commands."

Paddy retiring with his best bow—

"Sure I'd do more nor that jist to plaze ye,
An' I'll see him by break of the day,
An' I'll settle it aisy, yer Worship,
Now the whiskey is out of the way."

August, 1868.

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F. I. BATTERSBY.

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