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said to hold the same comparison with our COMPARATIVE LONGEVITY.—Herr Max Wald- modern European drama as mediæval decorastein, of the Statistical Department at Vienna, tive painting does with the highly naturalistic has published a pamphlet giving some curious picture of to-day. The story is told forcibly ; statistics as to the ages of the inhabitants of the action of body and of feature is what we Austria and other parts of Europe. He says should call exaggerated; the impression of sorthat the number of people in Europe who are rów or despair is aided by weird doleful music, upward of ninety years old is 102,831, of whom and by the sympathetic wailing of the chorus ; 60,303 are women. Of those who are over a and sometimes acute feminine grief is pictured hundred years of age there are 241 women and by a dance, in which the hands are wrung and 161 men in Italy, 229 women and 183 men in the body writhes in painful action, accomAustria, and 526 women and 524 men in Hun- panied by sobs and snatches of wild song.-gary. There are in Austria 1,508,359 persons Builder. over sixty years of age, comprising 7.5 per
COLD FEET AND SLEEPLESSNESS.—The assocent, of the whole population. It is found ciation betwixt cold feet and sleeplessness is that the percentage of old people is much much closer than is commonly imagined. Perhigher among the Germans than among the sons with cold feet rarely sleep well
, especially Slavs. In the German provinces of Upper Austria and Salzburg it is 11.5, while in Gali- troubled is very considerable. We now know
women. Yet, the number of persons so cia it is only 4. In Hungary there are more that, if the blood-supply of the brain be kept old men than old women, which is explained
up, sleep is impossible. An old theologian, by the fact that the excess of women over men is less in Hungary than in other coun- found that he could keep his brain active by
when weary and sleepy with much writing, tries. According to Herr Waldstein, there immersing his feet in cold water : the cold are in Austria 100 women and 86 men who are drove the blcod from the feet to the head. a hundred years old, 41 women and 37 men
Now, what this old gentleman accomplished by who are one hundred and one, and 88 women design, is secured for many' persons much and 60 men who are upward of one hundred against their will. Cold feet are the bane of and one years of age.
many women. Light boots keep up a blood. THEATRES IN JAPAN.-.With the Japanese, less condition of the feet in the day, and in as with the ancient Greeks, the performance of many women there is no subsequent dilatation a play is the matter of a whole day, the theatre of the blood vessels when the boots are taken opening at about six in the morning and clos- off. These women come in from a walk, and ing at dusk. This is broken by frequent and put their feet to the fire to warm-the most tedious intervals between the acts, when the effective plan of cultivating chilblains. At audience adjourn to the tea-houses, or take night, they put their feet to the fire, and have their meals in the theatre. In case of a play a hot bottle in bed. But it is all of no use ; being 'prolonged till after dark, a miserably their feet still remain cold. How to get their inefficient light is obtained by a row of can- feet warm is the great question of life with dles placed in front of the stage ; besides them-in cold weather. The effective plan is which a candle fixed to a rod is carried about not very attractive at first sight to many minds. by an attendant, and held in front of the par- It consists in first driving the blood-vessels in- . ticular actor who is speaking, in order better to firm contraction, after which secondary dilato illuminate him. Another peculiarity is the tation follows. See the snowballer's hands ! presence on the stage of sundry boys dressed the first contact with the snow makes the in black, with loose black caps, indicating that hands terribly cold ; for the small arteries are they are to be supposed invisible. They driven thereby into firm contraction, and the crouch about behind the actors to remove from nerve-endings of the finger-tips feel the low the stage any thing that is to be dispensed temperature very keenly. But, as the snowwith, or to place a low seat or support under baller perseveres, his hands commence an actor who has to take up a position for any glow; the blood-vessels have become secondalength of time. Most of the plays enacted are rily dilated, and the rush of warm arterial blood taken from Japanese history, and a visit to the is felt agreeably by the peripheral nerve-endtheatre is now the best opportunity of realiz- ings. This is the plan to adopt with cold feet. ing the customs, habits, etiquette, and cos- They should be dipped in cold water for a brief tumes of ancient times. It is said that the period ; often just to immerse them, and no representations may be relied upon as correct. more, is sufficient; and then they should be With the profession of an actor, as with other rubbed with a pair of hair flesh-gloves, or a professions in this country, the business has rough Turkish towel, till they glow, immediatehitherto been hereditary, and instruction has ly before getting into bed. After this a hotbeen personally given or handed down in man- water bottle will be successful enough in mainuscript. The dramatic art of Japan may taining the temperature of the though
without this preliminary it is impotent to do with foreign theatre directors, as the great so. Disagreeable as the plan at first sight may Alessandro Albani disdained not to do, and by appear, it is efficient; and those who have once whose means they could get up sacred, though fairly tried it continue it, and find that they tolerably profane, operas in their palaces, as have put an end to their bad nights and cold Metastasio's godfather Ottoboni did at the feet. Pills, potions, lozenges, night-caps,” Cancelleria. The smaller priesthood hunted all narcotics, fail to enable the sufferer to woo about everywhere for poor and modest young sleep successfully : get rid of the cold feet, and men of talent, who composed oratorios and then sleep will come of itself.—British Medical masses for their shabby little churches and Journal.
schools. The middle classes, an easy-going, WALL-FLOWERS.
independent, rather indolent set, with the inWHERE the wall flowers grow,
telligence, cynicism, and good humor of Many come and go ;
Pasquino, were so many born critics; the Rich and poor men pass,
opinion of shopkeepers and shopkeepers' Lover, too, and lass ;
wives, who heard music from morning till Children at their play, Heads careworn and gray.
night, was important ; that of doctors, lawNought of all that go
yers, and secular priests paramount. The Do the wall-flowers know ;
enormous class of indescribable half-lay, halfYet their perfumes reach
ecclesiastical creatures, poor, witty, disreputaTo the heart of each,
ble, called abati, adventurers, scholars, poetas. Win one moment's share In each passer there.
ters, filled the pits of the theatres, where they Droop thy head, and
reigned supreme; they, in their rusty black go, Poet, from the show ;
cloaks and horse-hair wigs, bearding the scarVan thou art, not flower,
let-robed cardinals and be-ribboned grandees in Decade liv'st, not hour,
the boxes. For they were a most intelligent Reason hast, and will, Sympathy and skill.
and pugnacious lot ; quick at epigram and Yet what canst thou know
pasquinade, always ready with smart sayings, More of all that go?
sonnets, and unripe apples, wherewith to exCould thy verse but reach
press their several states of mind. Behind To the heart of each, As the wall-flowers' scent,
these youngsters were the graver wearers of What were thy content!
F. W. B. black-physicians, jurists, chaplains and secreARTISTIC ROME IN THE EIGHTEENTH CEN- taries, respectable old gentlemen who had TURY.-In the eighteenth century, as in the published unread treatises on the music of the sixteenth, Rome was sterile of arts and artists,
ancients, on the opera, etc ; slow and reserved but it was once more the market to which were
in judgment, inquisitorial and paternal. These brought the productions of other provinces.
two classes supplied the total abstinence of As the town of Italy where men of all nation
musical journalism ; their disputes at coffeealities had most met, where every period of his houses, their disquisitions in drawing-rooms,
constituted the æsthetical life of the people.-tory had left the greatest trace, where every one
Fraser's Magazine. found most to suit his taste-as the huge centre of eclecticism-Rome was at once unable to
YOU'LL NEVER GUESS. produce any thing herself and able to absorb all that was produced elsewhere ; for great works
I KNOW two eyes, two soft brown eyes, of art are born of a single locality and a single
Two eyes as sweet and dear period, are destined for the whole world and
As ever danced with gay surprise, all time. A hundred years ago Rome was a
Or melted with a tear ;
In whose fair rays a heart may baskmusical centre ; it alone had preserved the music
Their shadowed rays sereneof the sixteenth century as a sort of relic, and
But, little maid, you must not ask the living music of the eighteenth was poured
Whose gentle eyes I mean. into it on all sides. The nobles, ignorant and
I know a voice of fairy tone, pedantic, were as infatuated for musicians as
Like brooklet in the June,
That sings to please itself alone, they had been forty years before for writers,
A little old-world tune : with the addition that the former were tidier,
Whose music haunts the listener's ear, better-mannered folk than the latter. The
And will not leave it free ; princes of the Church, immensely ostentatious,
But I shall never tell you, dear,
Whose accents they may be. thought fit to collect and keep singers (when obtained cheap) as well as antiques ; perhaps
I know a golden-hearted maid
For whom I built a shrine, they could no longer afford to keep private
A leafy nook of murmurous shade, chapels as a hundred years before, when Mil
Deep in this heart of mine ; ton and Evelyn were at Rome ; but they had
And in that calm and cool recess
To make her home she camenumbers of musical protégés, whom they flat
But, oh! you'd never, tered with dinners, for whom they intrigued
That little maiden's name.-Good Woras.
BY FREDERICK LANGBRIDGE.