married to a second husband—a drunken
man who ill-treated his step-daughter. She
had been engaged to be married, but had
been deceived, and had run away from home
in shame, and had been away three years.
Within that period, however, she had twice
returned home; the first time for six months;
the second time for a few days. She had also
been in a London hospital. She had also
been in the Magdalen: which institution her
father-in-law, with a drunkard's inconsistency,
had induced her to leave, to attend her
mother's funeral—and then ill-treated her as
before. She had been once in prison as a
disorderly character, and was received from
the prison into the Home. Her health was
impaired and her experiences had been of a
bad kind in a bad quarter of London, but she
was still a girl of remarkably engaging and
delicate appearance. She remained in the
Home, improving rapidly, thirteen months.
She was never complained of, and her general
deportment was unusually quiet and modest.
She emigrated, and is a good, industrious,
happy wife.

This paper can scarcely be better closed
than by the following pretty passage from a
letter of one of the married young women.

HONNOURED LADIES,
I have again taken the liberty of writing to
you to let you know how I am going on since I last
wrote Home for I can never forget that name that
still comes fresh to my mind, Honnoured Ladies
I received your most kind letter on Tuesday the 21st
of May my Mistress was kind enough to bring it
over to me she told me that she also had a letter
from you and that she should write Home and give
you a good account of us. Honnoured Ladies I
cannot describe the feelings which I felt on receiving
your most kind letter, I first read my letter then I
cried but it was with tears of joy, to think you was
so kind to write to us Honnoured Ladies I have
seen Jane and I showed my letter and she is going
write Home, she is living about 36 miles from where I
live and her and her husband are very happy together
she has been down to our Town this week and it is the
first that we have seen of her since a week after they
were married. My Husband is very kind to me
and we live very happy and comfortable together
we have a nice garden where we grow all that we
want we have sown some peas turnips and I
helped to do some we have three such nice pigs
and we killed one last week he was so fat that he
could not see out of his eyes he used to have to sit
down to eat and I have got such a nice cat—she
peeps over me while I am writing this. My Husband
was going out one day, and he heard that cat cry
and he fetched her in she was so thin. My tow
little birds are gone—one dide and the other flew
away now I have got none, get down Cat do.
My Husband has built a shed at the side of the
house to do any thing for hisself when he coms home
from work of a night he tells me that I shall every
9 years com Home if we live so long please God,
but I think that he is only making game of me.
Honnoured Ladies I can never feel grateful enough
for your kindness to me and the kind indulgences
which I received at my happy Home, I often wish
that I could come Home and see that happy place
again once more and all my kind friends which I
hope I may one day please God.

No comments or arguments shall be added
to swell the length this account has already
attained. Our readers will judge for themselves
what some of these cases must have
soon become, but for the timely interposition
of the Home established by the Ladies whose
charity is so discreet and so impartial.

RED-HOT BUBBLE-BLOWING.

NOON-and-a-half, or half-past twelve, was
much too early an hour to dine. But I had
driven eight leagues, seated not in the inside
of a carriage, that sharp snowy February
morning, and was therefore able to do justice
to the long procession of excellent viands
which are sure to march deliberately across
every French table d'hôte which enjoys the
patronage of that cruelly and unjustly calumniated
class—commercial travellers.

The great puzzle after eating heartily in
the middle of the day is, what are you
to do with yourself while the bodily man
is weighed down with indolence, during
the pleasant process of easy digestion? A
grand resource is, to look out at the window;
so out at the window I began to look. The
first object that caught my eye was a cart laden
with queer-looking sand. Being an amateur
in sand, my curiosity was excited. For I had
seen green sands, white sands, blue sands,
yellow sands, coarse sands, fine sands, light
sands, and heavy sands. But this sand, at the
same time that it was not of vulgar texture,
was of extraordinary colour. Figure to yourself
the thick residue settled at the bottom
of a tureen of pea-soup, and you have a
sample of the sand in that cart; only you
could not for the life of you tell whether the
soup had been made with green peas, or with
grey peas.

' Tell me, if you please, what is that load
of sand for? " was the question which I put
to a commis-voyageur, whom a fashionable
tourist would have disdained to notice; but
who, nevertheless, might be as well-conducted
as himself. " What do they do with all that
curious sand?"

"Monsieur, they do several things with it;
amongst others, you will see, if you look down
to your feet, that they use it for the purpose
of carpeting this dining-room. But it is
employed for a much more important service
than that; and I should like you to amuse
yourself by trying to guess it."

"Where does the sand come from?"

"From the hills close by, and—if you have
a mind for an afternoon walk—by passing
hence through the Little Place, stepping down
the street of Swordmakers, and then out at
the gate of this good town of Arras, merely
taking the trouble to follow the path, you
will at last discover not only the quarries
whence this sand is dug, but also the very