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From the Metropolitan.
LINES TO A YOUNG LADY.

I look'd for thee the landscape o'er,]
I sought thee, but in vain;

And true, it seems, that nevermore
We two may meet again.

Thine eye so bright, may shed its light,
In halls untrod by me;

Where mirth and song the glad night long,
May fill the heart with glee;
Where melting bosoms own the might
And pride of minstrelsy.

And yet, I would have loved thee well,
Maid of the liquid eye;

And yet upon me is the spell
Of thy fair presence nigh.
And yet I feel 'tis vain to tell,

How I alone must sigh:

How the fond hope that bade me swell,
Is crushed, despondingly.

Oh, be thou still as pure, as fair;
As now thou seem'st to me;
Be still thy heart as void of care,
Thine eye from weeping free:
Still may thy tresses, rich and rare,
Hang down luxuriantly.

Enough for me in secresy

To nurse the sacred flame: To fill the cup in festive glee, And give the honored name; To drink to her who generously Will not a poet blame.

A FIRST OFFENCE UNPARDONED.

BY THOMAS HARRISON.

O there has many a tear been shed,
And many a heart been broken,
For want of a gentle hand stretch'd forth,
Or a word in kindness spoken!

Then O! with brotherly regard
Greet every son of sorrow;

So from each tone of love his heart
New hope-new strength shall borrow.

Nor turn-with cold and scornful eye
From him that hath offended;
But let the harshness of reproof,
With kindlier tones be blended.

The seeds of good are everywhere:
And, in the guiltiest bosom,
Sunn'd by the quickening rays of love,
Put forth their tender blossom.

While many a noble soul hath been
To deeds of evil harden'd-
Who felt that bitterest griefs-
A first offence unpardon'd!

For O! if one that slightly errs
Be pass'd by unforgiven

By kindred beings, weak and frail,
How can he look to Heaven?

From Howitt's Journal.

THE RICH AND THE POOR.

BY ROBERT STORY,

THE high-born commander who fearlessly leads
His host or his fleet in the "cause of mankind,"
Is enriched if he lives, and is mourned if he bleeds,
While his name is in song and in story enshrined.
But the soldier, or sailor, whose arm won the day-
Who survives, it may be, with the loss of a limb-
What hand will enrich him, what guerdon repay,
What song will resound through the nations for
him!

The favored by Fortune, the favored by Birth, Who earned, or inherit the wealth they have got, Enjoy all the good Heaven pours upon earth,

And have flatterers that call them the gods they

are not.

But the poor man whose toil has produced all this wealth,

Whose sinews have shrunk, and whose eyes have grown dim

What heart thinks of him, in his sickness or health? What flatterer will waste a soft phrase upon him?

Enough of old parties and leaders; we want

A leader and party with heart and with nerve, Who will WORK with a zeal which no obstacles daunt

To win for the masses the rights they deserve. O, never did party in England yet drain

A cup filled, like theirs, with delight to the brim! And never did leader the blessings obtain

That will gratefully shower from all hearts upon him!

WORK, NOT COMPLAINT.

MAN, grieve not though thine eye sees not Beyond the far horizon's bound: Complain not though thine intellect

So weak and limited is found?

From hill to hill, through vales make way
And form a new horizon's bound:
From truth to truth, in toil ascend,
And day by day take in fresh ground!

The sun, the ruler of the heavens,
Sees not at once the wide earth o'er;
Shall man, a tenant of the earth,
The heavens with a glance explore?

OUR APPOINTED TIME.

BOUND down to earth, the weary soul complains,
And struggles to escape; panting to rise,
And wing its way back to its native skies,
But He whose breath it is, who ever reigns
Supreme, amid the light of lights sustains
Its fainting strength, and giveth life new ties,
To make endurance sweet, and thence supplies
A ray of heaven's bliss to earth's sad plains.
Peace, weary one! thou hast a work to do,
Which being fitly ended, thou shalt soar,
And having gained it, quit thy home no more.
Then with firm constancy thy course pursue,
Until all knowledge open on thy view,
When life is love, and love is to adore.

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PUNCH ON THE FRENCH REVOLUTION.-Punch is down upon Louis Philippe, as a matter of course, like a thousand of brick. One of the large caricatures in Punch represents a Sans Culotte in a Roman helmet extinguishing Louis Philippe with the Phrygian Liberty Cap. The King sits on a candle stick like a pale candle half burned out. The following are cuts in letter-press of the last number: Romance of History.-Who would have thought that the coming man" would have been Louis

Philippe.

"Le Commencement de la Fin."-All that is now left of the French "Nobilité,' is the initial syllable "No." A bad beginning, but a worse end. A Cat may look at a King-This is a very ancient maxim; but, if kings do not take care, it will become obsolete, for though it may be always true that a cat may look at a king, the time may come when a cat must look very sharp, indeed, to find one. We hope, nevertheless, that a cat may enjoy the privilege of looking at a Queen, and that the feline animal may, throughout the whole of its nine lives, have our own Victoria to look upon.

The Bo-peep of the Bourbons.-Louis Philippe has lost his sheep, and never again will find 'em. The people of France have made an advance and left their King behind 'em.

The last "heat" came of the game I sing,
And the people played pell-mell;
But the old man lost, tho' he played the "king,"
For he played the "knave" as well.

The Three Glorious Days of Prince Louis Napoleon.
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28th. I left Paris, and reached London. MORAL.-I came; I saw; but somehow did not conquer.-CESAR, (a little altered).

have been abolished in France. The rule of LindOminous.-This is the second time that titles ley Murray says, " two negatives make an affirmative;" but as the French are not particularly fond of English rule, there is still hope left for the French nobility.

Citizen Louis Philippe in Paris.-Such is the confidence of the French Republicans in the durability of their form of Government that, it is said, in a very little time they will allow all the Orleans family to return to Paris to enjoy the comforts of private citizenship. Louis Philippe, we understand, proposes to set up in business as a money changer.

The Patentees of Government-We are so profoundly convinced that no Ministry can survive for Counterfeit Coin. It is evident that much coun- a week unless it is compounded of the Nobility, that terfeit money must of late have been put in circu- we have the most serious alarms for the duration of lation, for during many days the people of Dover, the Provisional Government at Paris. Why, there Southampton, and other sea-side places, have been is not a single Lord amongst them! It is true that the members are all men of genius, every one of keeping a sharp look-out for a bad sovereign. The worst cut of all.-Louis Philippe, the ex-whom has distinguished himself, more or less, by King turned out of France, and scorned by all Eu- his talents-but what has that to do with Governrope, incurs the pity of Mr. D'Israeli. They say this cut up the King more than any other of his mishaps.

The Lost Game.

At cards a sly and an old man played
With a nation across the sea

And oaths were taken, and bets were made
As to whose the game should be.

They played so long, and they played so well,
It was difficult to scan

If the sly old man should the people "sell,"
Or the people the sly old man.

The people were "flush" of "clubs" and "spades,"
And played as if in despair;
And "diamonds" he had, in all their grades,
But never a "heart" was there.

ment? No! Give us the Red Book before all

other books, be they histories, or the best works on political economy, or the cleverest book you like. What is a man like Lamartine to a Marquis ? How can a person like Louis Blanc, much less the editor of a newspaper, know as much about statesmanship as an Earl, or a Viscount, or even a Right Honorable? No; the probability is absurd. The race of statesmen are all born with coronets. It is a breed of itself. The branches of Government, to flourish, must be covered with strawberry-leaves. For a country to be happy, to be free from debt, to be prosperous, the Ministers that guide it must be selected on the golden rule of "Nobility before Ability."

The preference reads rather absurd, but the thing has been proved so often in England, that the justice of it must be true; and are we not particularly happy?-Look to the Income-Tax. Are we not free from debt ?-Only refer to the National Debt.

And are we not prosperous ?—But it is useless solv- | rude strength of the one, and ennobling the graceful ing these questions when we have a Whig Minis- weakness of the other. Tea, however, philosophitry. The Genius of Statesmanship abides only in cally considered, is merely a rival of alcohol. Herald's College.

St. Helena the Second.-The Napoleon of Peace has worked out his resemblance to his namesake. He now only wants a St. Helena, which we hope he will find at Claremont, where, upon his two millions in the British Funds, he will be enabled to rough it quietly for the remainder of his days.

The Mouth-Stopper of France.-The Minister of the Interior has declared Reform Banquets illegal. Louis Philippe evidently disapproves of the too great readiness to help themselves displayed by his subjects at those dinners. So anxious is he to stop the mouths of his people that he now forbids them from dining. But no doubt his paternal views of Government would be fully answered if his lieges would behave at table like well-regulated children,

and eat-but not talk.

Equivocal Insanity-Count Mortier is declared to be mad. One of the alleged signs of his insanity is his belief that M. Guizot is desirous of depriving him of his skin. For ourselves, we think there may be some truth in this. For in the present state of things, we believe it likely that M. Guizot should wish himself in any other man's skin than his own.

The desire for an agreeable and exhilarating drink is natural to man, for it exists in all states of society; and the new beverage, gratifying the taste as it does without injuring the health or maddening the brain, must be considered a blessing to the human race. We are apt to look with disgust at such statistics as I have ventured to introduce, though sparingly, into this article; but if we consider the moral consequences attending the consumption of a few additional million pounds of tea, the arithmetical figures will be invested with more than romantic interest.-Chambers's Journal.

MIRABEAU.-Poets tell us clouds take the forms of the countries over which they pass, that moulding themselves upon the valleys, upon the plains, or the them across the heavens. This is the image of certain mountains, they preserve their impress, and thus bear men, whose collective genius, so to say, moulds itself upon their era, and in themselves embody all the individuality of a nation. Mirabeau was one of these men. He did not originate the revolution, he manifested it. Without him, perhaps, it would have remained a mere idea or tendency. He was born, and in him it found form, passion, language, that which causes a crowd to exclaim; "Behold here is the thing itself!"

THE SOCIAL INFLUENCE OF TEA.-In a former paper it was shown that the bulk of mankind, according to the testimony of all travellers, require He was born a gentleman, of an old family, orisomething in the nature of a stimulant. Wherever ginally from Italy, but refugees, and established in this stimulant is tea, there is to be found, as will Provence. This family was one of those which presently be shown, the spirit of civilization in full Florence had repulsed from her bosom during the activity. Where it is wanting, or used in small tempestuous times of her liberty, and for whose quantity, barbarous manners are still predominant. exile and persecution Dante so severely reproaches I therefore propound that tea and the discontinuance his country. The blood of Machiavelli and the of barbarism are connected in the way of cause restless genius of the Italian republics showed themand effect. The original country of tea had arrived, selves in all the individuals of this race. The proat the date when history began to be written in Eu- portions of their souls are above their destiny. Vices, rope, at a stage of refinement which was unknown passions, virtues, all are beyond the common line. in the west for many centuries after. The Chinese The women are angelic or wicked, the men sublime were shut up with their tea between the desert and or depraved, their very language is emphatic and the ocean; and when visited at the end of many grand like their characters. Even in their most centuries by Europeans, who crossed the deep, or familiar correspondence there are the coloring and penetrated through a cordon of savage nations for vibration of the heroic tongues of Italy. Mirabeau's the purpose, they were found to possess the political ancestors speak of their domestic affairs as Plutarch and social institutions, the manners, and even the of the quarrels of Marius and Sylla, of Cæsar and frivolities peculiar to civilized life. Tea is sugges- Pompey. You feel that they are great men lost tive of a thousand wants, from which spring the amidst ignoble things. Mirabeau from his cradle decencies and luxuries of society. The savage may was filled with this domestic majesty and this mandrink water out of his calabash till doomsday; but hood. The source of genius is often in the race, give him tea, and he straightway exercises his fa- and the family is sometimes the prophecy of destiny. culties in the invention of a cup worthy of such a Mirabeau's education was rude and cold, like the beverage. Tea was thus the inventor, I have little doubt, of that rich porcelain called china, from which arose numberless ideas of elegance in form, and beauty in coloring. The Japanese are perhaps still greater tea-drinkers than the Chinese; and they afford a more striking instance than the latter of the union of this custom with a high state of refinement and politeness. Tea was hardly known at all in this country till after the middle of the seven-dissipation and play. His youth being passed in teenth century. It would not be easy to trace, in state prisons, his passions there exasperated themdirect manner, the operation of this new agent in selves, his genius whetted itself on the chains of his civilization, for tea does its spiriting gently. It is dungeon, and his soul lost that modesty which rarely no vulgar conjuror, whose aim it is to make people survives these precocious chastisements. Removed stare. It insinuates itself into the mind, stimulates from prison to attempt, at the desire of his father, the imagination, disarms the thoughts of their forming a connexion with Mademoiselle de Macoarseness, and brings up dancing to the surface a rignan, a rich heiress of one of the great families thousand beautiful and enlivening ideas. It is a of Provence, he practised himself in cunning and bond of family love; it is the ally of a woman in audacious scheming on this little stage of Aix. He the work of refinement; it throws down the con-displayed cunning, seduction, bravado, all the rcventional barrier between the two sexes, taming the sources of his nature to gain success; and he did

hand of his father, who was called the Friend of Men, but whose restless spirit and selfish vanity rendered him the persecutor of his wife and the tyrant of his children. Honor was the only virtue taught him. That was the name then given to that parade virtue which was often only the exterior of probity and the elegance of vice. Entering the military service early, he only contracted a taste for

succeed; but scarcely had he married before he is PORTRAIT OF LOUIS XVI.-Louis was at this time pursued by fresh persecutions, and the strong castle thirty-seven; his features were those of his race, of Pontarlier opens to receive him. A love, which rendered rather more heavy by the German blood the "Letters to Sophie" have rendered immortal, of his mother, a princess of the house of Saxony. He once more open the gates for him. He carries off had blue eyes much open, rather clear than dazzling, Madame de Monnier from her old husband. The a round retreating forehead, a Roman nose, deprived happy lovers take refuge for some months in Hol- somewhat of the usual energy of the aquiline form, land. They are overtaken, are separated, are placed by the nostrils being soft and heavy; a mouth smilin confinement, one in the convent, the other in the dungeon of Vincennes. Love, which like fire in the veins of the earth, always shows itself in some recess of a great man's destiny, kindles into one ardent flame all the passions of Mirabeau. In his vengeance, it is outraged love which he satisfies; in liberty, it is love which he again wins and rescues; in study, it is also love which he makes illustrious. Entering obscure into his dungeon, he leaves it a writer, an orator, a statesman; but perverted, ready for anything, even to sell himself for fortune and celebrity.

ing and gracious in its expression, thick lips, but well cut; a fine skin, a rich and bright complexion although somewhat flaccid. His stature was short, his figure stout, attitude timid, gait uncertain. In repose an uneasy balancing of himself, first on one hip, then on the other, it might be a movement contracted by him in the impatience which seizes princes forced to give long audiences, or a physical sign of the perpetual balancing of his undecided mind. In his whole person an expression of good-humor, more vulgar than royal, exciting at the first moment rather mockery than veneration, and which was seized upon by his enemies with a wicked perverseness and exhibited to the people as a symbol of those vices which they desired to immolate in royalty. In short, a certain resemblance to the imperial physiog nomy of the last Cæsars at the time of the decay of their race and the empire; the gentleness of Antoninus, with the heavy corpulency of Vitellius; such was the man!

The drama of his life has been conceived in his brain; a stage is alone wanting, and that time prepares for him. In the interval of the few years which passed between the time of his quitting the fortress of Vincennes, and his entering the National Assembly, he accomplished a mass of polemical work, which would have wearied any other man, but which only kept him in breath. The Bank of St. Charles, the Institutions of Holland, the work on The young prince had been brought up at MeuPrussia, his encounter with Beaumarchais, his style don, in complete seclusion from the court of Louis and the part he had to sustain, those grand pleadings XV. That evil atmosphere which had infected the upon questions of war, of the balance of European age, had not penetrated to the heir of the throne. powers, of finance; those biting invectives, those The soul of Fénélon seemed to have revisited this word-duels with the ministers and popular men of Palace of Meudon, where he had educated the Duke the time, already recalled the Roman Forum at the of Burgundy, to watch over the education of his time of Clodius and Cicero. You feel the antique descendant. That which was most nearly related spirit in these modern controversies. You already to enthroned vice, was perhaps the purest thing in believe you hear the first roaring of those popular France. Had not the age been as dissolute as the tumults, which are soon to burst forth, and which king, it would have lavished all its affection upon his voice is destined to govern. At the first election him. But the age had reached that point of corrup of Aix, rejected with scorn by the nobility, he throws tion when purity appears ridiculous, and when himself on the mercies of the people, sure to make modesty is derided. Married at twenty to a daughter the balance fall on that side on which he bestows of Maria Theresa, he continued till he ascended the the weight of his audacity and genius. Marseilles disputes with Aix the possession of the great plebeian. His two elections, the discourses which he delivers there, the addresses which he draws up, and the energy which he displays, occupy the attention of all France. His echoing words became proverbs of the revolution. From the moment of his entrance into the National Assembly, he alone occupied it; he in his own person is the entire people. His gestures are commands. He places himself on a level with the throne. His very vices cannot pre- MARIE-ANTOINETTE.-The Queen seemed to have vail over the clearness and sincerity of his intellect. been created by nature, as a contrast to the King, At the foot of the rostrum he is a man without shame and to excite for ages, interest and compassion in and virtue, at the rostrum he is an honest man. one of those state dramas, which are incomplete Yet the people are no religion to him, only an in- without the sufferings of a woman. Daughter of strument. His God is glory; his faith posterity; Maria Theresa, her life had commenced amidst the his conscience only in his intellect, the fanaticism storms of the Austrian monarchy. She was one of of his idea is entirely human; the cold materialism those children which the Empress held by the hand of the age deprives his soul of the motive and the when presenting herself as a suppliant before her strength given by imperishable things. He dies, faithful Hungarian subjects, they exclaimed," Let exclaiming, "Cover me with perfumes and crown us die for our King Maria Theresa!" Her daughme with flowers, that I may enter into the eternal ter also had the heart of a king. At her arrival in sleep." He is of time alone; he has imprinted no- France, her beauty had dazzled the whole kingdom; thing of the infinite on his work. He has not sanc- this beauty was still in all its splendor. She was tified either his character, his acts, or his thoughts, of a tall, graceful figure; a true daughter of the with an immortal sign. Had he believed in God he might have died a martyr, but he would have left behind him the religion of reason, and the reign of democracy. In a word, Mirabeau was the intellect of a people-yet that is not after all being the faith of a people!-Lamartine's Girondins.

throne, his life of domestic seclusion and study. The horror inspired by his grandfather, formed his only popularity. For a few days he enjoyed the esteem of his people, but never their favor. Honest and well-informed he was, but spite of his feeling the necessity of reform, he had not the soul of a reformer; he had neither the genius nor the boldness necessary. He accumulated tempests without giving them impulse.-Lamartine.

Tyrol. The two children she had presented to the throne, lent to her person that character of maternal majesty which suits so well the mother of a nation. The presentiments of her misfortunes, and the anxieties of each day had only somewhat paled her first freshness. The natural majesty of her carriage de.

stroyed none of the grace of her movements; her THE REVELATIONS OF SCIENCE.-Robert Hunt, neck rising freely from her shoulders, had those Esq., writing in the Pharmaceutical Times, says :grand bendings which give such expression to atti-"The all-vigorous mind of the most inspired of tudes. You felt the woman beneath the queen, the British bards, who tuned his lyre to the song of tenderness of her heart under the majesty of her creation, never, in the rapture and the trance of destiny. Her light brown hair was long and silky; poetic conception, dreamed of any system so singnher forehead high and slightly swelling; her eyes of larly complete as that which science has revealed that clear blue which recalls northern skies, or the unto us. The dependence of all systems of worlds waters of the Danube; her nose aquiline, the nostrils upon each other, the adjustment of the balance of open, and distended with emotion, a sign of courage; powers by which they are retained in their places, her mouth large, the teeth dazzling, Austrian lip, the disposition of matter in the mass of the earth, the that is to say, prominent and full; the contour of her relation of every kingdom of nature to each other, countenance oval, her physiognomy changing, ex- the harmony of the action of those forces upon pressive, full of emotion. Her whole countenance which all the great natural phenomena depend, and clothed with that indescribable splendor, which the probable flow of all these quickening principles sparkles in the glance, glows in the shadows and from the sun, and, consequently, the enchainment reflexions of the flesh, and surrounds all with a halo of the earth by mysterious powers to that luminary, similar to the warm and colored vapor in which present to every reflecting mind a series of circumobjects bathed with sunshine seem to swim; the stances calculated to awaken the most soul-ennohighest expression of beauty which gives to it the bling thought, and to carry conviction that, howideal, renders it living and changes it into attraction. ever wonderful may be the marvellous creations Together with all these charms, a soul thirsting for of the poetic mind, they are far exceeded by the affection, a heart easily moved and only asking for revelations of science,that, indeed, truth is strange, a resting place; and a smile pensive and intelligent. stranger than fiction." -Such was Marie-Antoinette as the woman.

"THERE'S NOTHING LIKE LEATHER."-This old adage (like many others) seems doomed to be crushed under the wheels of progress. Gutta Percha (pertsha) has fairly "stepped into the shoes" hitherto monopolised by tanned hides. Vegetarians, who believe that men may have all their wants supplied by the vegetable kingdom, and live without the shedding of blood, are rejoicing in the discovery, and seem to have realized much good for their "soles." Some little account of this new commodity may not be uninteresting:

This was enough to make the happiness of a man, and the ornament of a court. To inspire an undecided king, and be the salvation of a state more was needed. Genius for government was needed; and this the Queen had not. Received with a mad intoxication by a corrupt court, and ardent nation, she was likely to believe in the eternity of their sentiments. She had let herself be lulled to rest amidst the dissipations of Trianon. She had heard the first mutterings of the tempest without believing in the danger. The court was become importunate, the nation hostile. An instrument of the court inGutta Percha is the gum of a tree which grows trigues upon the heart of the King, she had at first on the island of Borneo, and the entire Malayan favored, then combated all those reforms which Peninsula abounds in extensive forests of this most would have prevented or delayed the crisis. Her valuable production of the tropics. The tree is very name became to the people the phantom of the large, and bears some resemblance to the Indiacounter-revolution. We are ready to calumniate rubber tree, but differs from it in its botanical chawhat we fear. She was painted as a Messalina. racteristics. The sap of the tree exudes from its laThe most infamous pamphlets were circulated; the cerated surface, but quickly becomes hard on being most scandalous anecdotes believed. She might be exposed to the air. It is purified by being boiled in accused of tenderness; of depravity, never. Beauti- hot water, when it becomes soft and plastic; below ful, young, and adored; if her heart did not remain a temperature of fifty degrees it is nearly as hard as insensible, her secret sentiments, innocent perhaps, wood; it is extremely tough, but becomes plastic never justly gave room for scandal. History has when it is cut into thin strips; at a temperature beher modesty; and this we will not violate. On low boiling water it becomes as soft and yielding as these memorable days, the 5th and 6th of October, melted wax or putty, and may be moulded into any the Queen perceived only too late the enmity of the form, or stretched out thinner than the finest paper. people. Emigration commenced, and she regarded When it cools, it becomes hard and tough again, it with favor. She was accused of plotting the de- and retains its plastic shape without the slightest struction of the nation. Her name was sung aloud change by contraction or warping. Its tenacity is in the anger of the people. One woman became the wonderful; a thin slip sustained a weight of fifty enemy of an entire nation. Her pride disdained to pounds; the process of melting and cooling seems deceive the people. She shut herself up in her re-to have no effect in injuring its qualities. It burns sentment, and her terror. Imprisoned in the Tuile- freely, and emits an odor when ignited similar to ries she could not show her face at the window that of caoutchouc; it is easily dissolved in oil of without provoking outrage, and hearing insult. Every noise in the city made her fear an insurrection. Her days were desolate, her nights agitated. Her martyrdom was each hour throughout two long years, and multiplied in her heart by her love for her two children, and her uneasiness about the King. Her servants were spies. She caused much evil to the king; endowed with more mind, more soul, more character than he, her superiority only served to inspire him with confidence in her fatal counsel. She was at once the consolation of his woes, and the genius of his destruction; step by step she led him towards the scaffold; but she mounted it with him.-Lamartine.

turpentine, but with difficulty in ether and other solvents of India-rubber. The uses of this valuable material are almost infinite; it combines all the valuable properties of the best tanned leather, with the elasticity of caoutchouc, and a durability which neither of them possesses, and for strapping machinery supplies a want that has long been seriously experienced. It will answer all the purposes to which leather is applied, and is immensely superior to that of India-rubber for boots and shoes. A leaf of Gutta Percha, no thicker than bank-note paper, is as impervious to water as glass: for umbrellas, overcoats, roofs of houses, bottoms of ships, covering of boxes, and in all cases where protection from wet is

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