A Questio of growing importance from a Ya number of the Spectator. It apstandpoint is ably discussed in this
pears that the Postmaster-Greneral has aunounced his intention of fill up all vacancies occurring in the Savings Bank Department, with women, This opens up a very wide subject, for there seems no doubt thi men, who already suffer so greatly from competition among their own sex, will soon find themselves confronted with an infinitely greater number of competitor the struggle for existence culty of earning a livelihood proportionately increased. This revolution appears now to be inevitable, But, asks ti Titer, will society of large be the happier for it? Will domestic happiness be creased? There are as usual two sides to the question. The struggle for existence will be harder, and, for a long time to be more annoying to carey it against men." OF thers, when they die, ut the future of their daughters who are pecuniarily not left well off. It is also possible that one result of the extended employment of women may be to increase the number of marriages. So long as a man has to sup-Bort a wife he Likes to, be sure that he can 10 80 before he begins to think of choosing one, But when the woman is able to contribute her full share to this end, the unit of labour will be a married couple, and a prudent man will naturally look out for a wife as for an instrument which will double the means of support without aus thing ike doubling the cost of being supported. How womon are going to attend to their families and domestic matters under these altered circumstances is another question besides which, the days of chivalry and Geferenco to the sex will over for ever, and women must be content to forego them. 'Then we have an excellent article on the Into Professor Jevons. Ho was an acute and practised thinker, and his loss has relieved the ultra-materialistic school of a formidable opponent. We commend our readers' attention to, the following para-
In candour and in profound appreciation of the shortcomings of scientific generalization, no scientific thinker of our day has Professor Jo: mind was singularly and he could not bear use often talked as to the deduced by future of the hardly yw or Wok that the earth may now is ten thousand years hence.—'* \Ve can imagine reasoning creatures dwelling in a world where the atmosphere was a mixture of oxygen and inflammable gas, like the firedamp of coal mines, If devoid of fire, they might have lived on through long ages in complete uncousciousuese of the tremendous forces which single spark could call into play. In the twinkling of an eye new laws might have come into action, and the poor, reasoning creatures who were 80 confident la their knowledge of the uniform conditions of their world, might have had no time even to speculate upon the overthrow of all thei theories, Can we, with our finite knowledge be sure that such an overthrow of our theories is impossible Theres often a valuable hint or two to be ed up among the Correspondence of the Spectator, and in the present number we find a very curious explanation of the old saying that Nine Tailors make a Man. The original had nothing to do with tailors, The word is "talers" or perhaps tollers," and the expression arose from the custom of tolling a certain number of strokes for a dead person, according to his age; ones for an infant, three times for a girl, but always nine times for aman, 'The most remarkable book reviewed in this woak' Spectator is Miss Cobbe's ' Peak in Darien, is not a book of travels, as it would appear to be at first sight, The expression -z, when, with en, at the Bacificy—aud all is men Looked at soh other with Silent, upon a peak in Da "Only," says the reviewer, the ocean to which Miss Cobbo refers, and which the most sceptical of human watchers will gard not, we think, with a wild sunni but rather with a gentle self-reproach for their want of faith in having doubted it before, is not the mere ocean of a new world of poetry, but the ocean of Eternal Life itself." 'The Peak in Darien' is, in fact, an essay on the riddle of Death, and such a subject could scarcely be treated more vigorously and satisfactorily than by the hands of Frances Cobbe.—Truth is not very polite to distinguished visitors; nor, ced, are any of the society-papers. One of them told us the other day that Cetewayo was a gormandising savage. Truth now writes as follows upon His Imperial ness Prince Arisagawa of Japan, who is at present in Par The Japanese Legation deny that Prince ticket. a little, fat, oily mai Arisagawa las ever travelled on a Cook' with, imply a a Griage to it, cess las come with the Prince. has twenty followers, Que of them ies a mat, and acoverof soft, flowered silk, quilted with wad-They form the bed and bedding of the cle. His Highness has yot to the wrong side of fifty, and is quite gray. H and the gentlemen of his sui together the monuments, public schools, and charitable institutions of Paris, The papers of course are full of the Fonayrou murder-case, which is perhaps as horrible an affair as anything ever imagined by Poo or Dumas. The 'Now Arabian Nights' are very favourably reviewed upon the whole, and the book is ifed to rank among the m, along with Vi Versa,' 'The Paladin of Finance,' 'Democracy" and others. The Saturday has an article entitled 'Rocks ahead for the Salvationists.' There seems to have been a mutiny in the camp, and if a mutinous spirit were once to spread, the chief founda tion on which the whole thing rests,—uuquestioning obedience to authority—would give way. It is said that a sort of opposition, too, has been started, called the Salvation Navy. We must not forget to ative and full review of Sir Theodore Martin's translation Horace, which appears in this paper. The reviewer speaks of it in terms of almost unqualified praise, 'The following lines, taken from the Epistle to Mmconas, are given as a specimen of Sir Theodore' powers in dealing with Horace's more colloquial passages ""No bay in all the world ea afoot and fai may with Bale," Divos cries, compare And bay and lake anon are made to feel Their mushroom owner's misdirected zeal, rikes him. With your tools," by break 2 says, is best of all." bachelor, and then he vows, "are blest but 19 with a noose to bind And hold a Proteus of this shifty kind Are poor men better? No! They're just a The nf it, barber, cookshop, bath to shift They'll hire 'a boat for pleasure, and in that Bo quite as sick ax Croovus in his yacht, 'The Atheneum devotes a very long critique to Mr. Freomau's "Rufus." indeed 0 unique and monumental a work could scarcely be dismissed in a ingle column. Mrs, O, L. Pirkis's last novel, ' Saint and Sibyl' is also reviewed. The writer says that "the author hes vacillated between pathos and absurdity, and the result is t the pathetic part of the story, is rat absurd, and the absurd part not funny, Perhaps the critic in this instance is one of those who have themselves failed in novel-writing. 'The following notes are from the column of Literary Gossip 'The September number of the Nineteenth Gentury will contain a poem 'To Virgil by Mr. Tonnyson.—' Gabrielle do Bourdame' is the title of a new novel by Ins Spender, the author of ' Godwyn's Ordeal, &e., tobe shortly published by M Hutet & Blackett in three volumes. same publishers will isto during Septomber a now novel by the Right Hon. a. J. B. Beresford Hope, M.P., author of 'Strictly Tied Up," under' the title of "The Brandroths.'—The death is announced in his eightieth year of Mr. James Murray, author of 'The Maid of Galloway,' a tale of Thrieve and Otterburn—a poem which me thirty years ago attracted cone siderable attention, The deceased, who lost his sight at the age of five years, was known as "the blind poet of Galloway."—There of putting up a monn low in We ior Abbey, igns of booksellers, pub and printers, up to the eud of the mith century, will be commenced in the September number of the Bibliographer.—Messra, Marcus Ward and Co.'s Christmas book 'At Home," issued last season, is to be followed this year by a companion volume, entitled 'Abroad,' The subject of the book is a trip to Paris and through old towns of Normandy, supposed to be made at Haster time by English children: It is to be full of pictures from drawl ually made on a recent aketohing bomas in the chief designer of the book, which will be printed in colours,—A' parcel of manuscript of Poole and Fletcher Index to Periodic: containing the material for about twenty printed pages, was stolen on its way to the printer. Manuscript of that kind cannot be written. out from the imagination of an editor. The indexes of some periodicals might, 10 far as they were concerned, furnish an imperfect substitute; but the twenty pages could never be entirely replaced without going over from beginning to end all ro-presented in the 'Index'—over 4,000 volumes, the three years' work of some fifty ce-operators, But fortunately, while the editors were considering how much of was found under a sttest counter, where Ulus could be undertaken, the manuscript
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