At a period so pregnant with disaster to the fortunes of the King, it may well be supposed that the King's wild beasts would not meet with a kinder treatment than the rest of the family. In fact, the Menagerie at Versailles being abandoned, and the animals likely to perish of hunger, M. Couturier, i tendant of the King's domains in that city, offered them, by order of the minister, to M. St. Pierre; but, as he had neither convenient places for their reception, nor means of providing for their subsistence, he prevailed on M. Couturier to keep them, and immediately addressed a memoir to the government on the importance of establishing a Menagerie in the Garden. This address had the desired effect, and proper measures were ordered to be taken for the preservation of the animals, and their removal to the Museum; which, however, was deferred till eighteen months after.

The government manifested the most unceasing and lively concern for the establishment, and did everything in its power to promote its interests; but penury repressed their noble rage," and rendered it impossible to furnish the necessary funds for the arrangement of the collections, the repairs of the buildings, the payment of the salaries, and the nourishment of the animals. These last-named gentry were indeed placed under very trying circumstances; and, shortly after this

period, it was even deemed necessary to authorize M. Delauney, Superintendent of the Menagerie, to kill the least valuable of them, in order to provide food for the remainder. Hen Pen herself was never in a greater scrape.

The face of things, however, speedily changed. The events of November, 1799, by displacing and concentrating power, established a new order of things, whose chief by degrees rendered himself absolute, and by his astonishing achievements cast a dazzling lustre on the nation, and suddenly created great resources. The extraordinary man who was placed at the head of affairs felt that his power could not be secured by victory alone, and that having made himself formidable abroad, it was necessary to gain admiration at home by favouring the progress of knowledge, by encouraging the arts and sciences, and by erecting monuments which should contribute to the glory and prosperity of the "great nation."

But, the proceedings of Buonaparte in the bird and beetle line being less generally known than his floating at Tilsit, or his sinking at Waterloo, their narration will afford materials for another article, which, however, must be postponed till next month. We shall then bring down the history of this magnificent establishment to the present times, and conclude by a description of its existing state.

a line with the lap of the ear and the corner of the mouth, and terminates opposite to the second or third grinder, by a hole into which a hog's bristle can be introduced. Now the beauty of this contrivance is, that the gland, being situated at the angle of the jaw, the motion of the jaw in eating must press the fluid along the channel, at the very time it is wanted in the mouth.

"The openings on the next pair of glands may be discovered on carefully examining the mouth by means of a looking-glass. They are placed on each side of the bridle of the tongue, and near its root, opposite to the base of the fore-teeth. They are similar in structure to the former, being composed of pea-like globes, which send off pipes that unite in a common winding channel. The glands themselves may be felt under the jaw on each side, of an oval shape, and firm to the touch.

"The next pair have no common channel, but each of the small pipes opens into the mouth. These glands may be seen lying under the tongue on each side of the bridle, and only covered by the thin membrane of the mouth. They are usually of a blueish colour, from the blood-vessels which pass along their surface.

"The art of the chemist can discover in the fluids produced from these glands little else besides water, a little mucus, and what is called by chemists the phosphate of lime; yet the saliva is found to have a more extraordinary power than water of dissolving substances, and hence its great utility as a dissolver of the food. It has been estimated that about a pound of saliva flows into the mouth every day, and particularly during the exhalations of a good dinner."

Our readers may examine their mouths, if they please, and see that all the pipes are in proper order; and after that to dinner with what appetite they may. Should it tempt them to a debauch of oysters, we can tell them from this Oracle

"When too many oysters have been incautiously eaten, and are felt lying cold and heavy on the stomach, we have an infallible and immediate remedy in hot milk, of which half a

pint may be drank, and it will quickly dissolve the oysters into a bland, creamy jelly. Weak and consumptive persons should always take this after their meal of oysters."

Should the contrary be the case, and the appetite weak, here is a preparation which would tempt a person without a palate:

"To make an exquisite Midnight Devil of Woodcocks.

"Mix equal parts of fine salt, cayenne pepper, and currie powder, with double the quantity of powder of truffles; cut up a brace of under-roasted woodcocks, and powder every part gently with the mixture; crush the trails and brains along with the yolk of a hard-boiled egg, a small portion of pounded mace, and the grated peel of half a lemon, and half a spoonful of soy, until the ingredients be brought to the consistence of a fine paste; then add a table spoonful of catsup, a full wine-glass of Madeira, and the juice of two Seville oranges; throw this sauce, along with the birds, into a silver stewpan, close covered, to be heated with a spirit-of-wine lamp: keep it gently simmering, and occasionally stirring, till the meat has imbibed the greater part of the liquid. When you have reason to suppose it done, pour in a quantity of salad oil, stir it well, “and then--It should be instantly served round as hot as fire:-a cold devil is only fit for the burning skies of India."

Our Oracle declares that no soups are nourishing; and maintains that it was owing to the attempt to feed the prisoners in the Penitentiary with soups, that they became exposed to typhus-fever and literally starvation to death. But let us turn to less painful subjects.

lashes; though in Circassia, Georgia, Persia, and Hindostan, it is one of the first objects of a mother's care to promote the growth of her children's eyelashes. --- Hair left to itself seldom grows long, but either splits at the top into two or more forks, or becomes smaller and smaller till it end in a fine gossamer point. When it does so, it never grows any longer, but remains stationary. The Circassian method of treating the eye-lashes is founded on this principle. The careful mother removes with a pair of scissors the forked and glossamer-like points. (not more) of the eye-lashes, and every time this is done their growth is renewed, and they become long, close, finely curved, and of a silky gloss. This operation of tipping is repeated every month or six weeks. The eye-lashes of infants and children are best tipped when they are asleep. Ladies may, with a little care do the office for themselves. This secret must be invaluable to those whose eye-lashes have been thinned and dwarfed, as often happens by inflammation of the eyes. Some remarks which occur here on the beauty of large full eyes, and the means of heightening their effect, shall be introduced hereafter."

Is not this unwise in our Oracle? Is not he satisfied with the execution already done by female eyes, but would render them more deadly! The man is surely mad. But in these cases, "He shall have here; that he has taught Fatal instructions, which, being taught, re

turn

To plague the inventor."

Confining ourselves principally to the subject with which we set out, namely, good living, we shall conclude with one other extract :

"Hunger.-It shakes our faith very much as to the high pretensions of knowledge put forth by physicians and anatomists, that none of them can explain the cause of hunger. If you ask them what causes hunger, one will tell you, that it is the sides of the stomach rubbing upon one another; a second will say, it is a pursing or drawing together of the stomach for want of some

thing to distend it; and a third will tell you, it is the gastric juice actually set about digesting part of the stomach for want of something else to do. The latter assertion is thought to be supported by instances of the stomach being found after death, actually digested in several parts: but nothing which is alive can be digested, and it only proves that the gastric juice retains its power of digesting after death, in the same way as the gastric juice of the calf is employed in the form of rennet to curdle milk.

"We also give our own explanation of hunger, and think it is caused by want of the accustomed pressure of food on the nerves of the inner surface of the stomach; and as soon as this pressure is mad by a fresh supply of food, the nerves are again stirred up into agreeable action, and secretion is thereby produced of the digestive fluid. Several circumstances render this explanation the most probable one. For instance, the sensation of hunger is increased by cold air, by cold drink, by acids, and by bitters; while it is diminished by heat, by warm drinks, by opium, by tobacco, and by every thing which has a tendency to blunt the feelings of the nerves. This principle may perhaps explain why gum arabic allays hunger, not by affording nourishment, but by blunting or covering the superficial nerves of the stomach.

"It has been objected to every account of hunger hitherto given, that the circumstance of the sensation ceasing after a time, though no food be taken, remains unexplained. In this we see no difficulty, for it resolves itself into the general law of sensation, that every strong feeling diminishes in proportion to its continuance."

Praying that no experience of this kind may enable our readers to form their own judgment, we take our leave of the Oracle.-There is room for improvement in the work, and if encouraged, we think there is talent enough to improve it. At present it is between jest and carnest, half fun and half utility,-a mule between a jeu d'esprit and a scientific treatise upon all things and every thing besides.

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S there are few real or fancied tales more tragical than the story of the Duc d'Enghein, I determined that I would not leave Paris without visiting the scene of his murder; a murder which, of all Buonaparte's actions, was certainly the blackest and least justifiable. After driving through the Faubourg St. Antoine, which witnessed so many of the eventful circumstances of the Revolution, I passed the barriere du Trone, and at the distance of an English mile from that spot found myself at the gates of the old castle of St. Vincennes, whose solitary position, gothic structure, and moated fortifications, are all in unison with the bloody deed perpetrated within its walls. The sentinel on duty would not allow us to enter the castle by the principal gate, but allowed us to walk round the ramparts to the drawbridge on the opposite side. In casting my eyes on the ditch, which runs round this extensive edifice, I observed a little to the right of the draw-bridge some persons busily employed in laying out a small garden, while others were surrounding it with an iron railing, and in the centre of the garden appeared an accumulation of earth of the shape and size of an ordinary grave, but covered with turf. I enquired the reason of these preparations, and learnt with no little interest, that this was the identical spot where the gallant and illfated Duc d'Enghein received his death blow, and under which he was immediately buried. To record these events Louis XVIII. had ordered these simple memorials to be prepared. Af ter crossing the draw-bridge we were conducted up the narrow staircase of an ancient tower into a very small and dark room, where, covered with white cloth richly embroidered with golden fleurs-de-lis, appeared a coffin containing the bones of the murdered Duke, which bones have lately been removed from the spot in which they were first deposited, and which we had just visited. On the coffin lay a large stone, which the executioners had thrown over the spot under which they

interred their victim. The chamber which contains these articles is now converted into a chapel, and the body was surrounded with lighted tapers, near which also a sentinel was posted. This is the place where the royal sufferer underwent his mock trial. It appears that as soon as he had acknowledged, in answer to the first interrogatory put to him, that he was the person sought for, he was condemned without any further formality, conducted into another chamber where he was kept two hours while a message was sent to the Palace of the Thuilleries for the final commands of Napoleon, which were no sooner received than he was sent to the spot already described, and shot by torch light. This infamous act was committed on the 28th of March, and Louis XVIII. has ordered, on the annual return of this day, that a religious expiatory ceremony shall be performed. A person, who was at Paris when the melancholy event occurred, assures me that in spite of the rigid system of espionage which then prevailed, it excited much alarm and some complaint. It was rumoured that a Prince of the Bourbon family had been put to death, but the name of the victim was unknown. My informant was told by a soldier that he had been called upon, with several others, to carry into execution a military sentence, at one o'clock in the morning, at the castle of St. Vincennes; but who the prisoner was had been carefully concealed. I have heard that the unfortunate Duke was exposed, not only to every possible indignity, but even to great physical suffering. That af ter having been hurried to Paris from the Banks of the Rhine, without an interval of rest, he was not allowed the smallest refreshment on his arrival within these dismal walls. But this is a refinement on cruelty, which, for the honour of human nature, I am not disposed on mere rumour to believe.

After visiting the spot where one member of the royal family so miserably ended his short but honourable career, I thought I could not take a better