JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT.

"THE wind tore through the village, raved in the branches, shrieked through the garrets, whistled past the chimneys, banged the shutters, howled around the corners, blinded people's eyes, and almost swept the children off their feet."

From all of which, as I heard the dear Little School-ma'am read it, I concluded that Mr. Wind must be a very rude and excitable fellow. But the next day, while she was reading from the very same book, I heard with astonishment sentences like these: "The wind crooned a lullaby in the branches";—and "the wind murmured softly in the shrubbery";-and the wind sighed tenderly above them";- -and "". a faint wind cooled her

heated brow.'

And, as I'm an honest Jack, neither the little lady nor any of her hearers noticed the contradiction of what she had read the day before, nor seemed to think strange of the two accounts of Mr. Wind's doings.

My birds tell me, however, that both statements are true that he is a terrible fellow when he is angry, but that he is often very kind and gentle. "Why," say they, "the flowers are never so happy as when he frolics with them on sunny days."

I slyly asked a daisy if this were true, one day when the wind was present, and the flower nodded -which, I suppose, settles the fact beyond dispute.

A SELF-WINDING CLOCK.

AN ingenious man in Brussels has made a clock that, without having been touched by any one since it started, has run steadily for a whole year. The works of this clock do not differ from those in common use, save that a fan is so attached as to keep the weights continually wound. This fan is placed in a chimney, and, revolving in the draught, raises the clock-weights until they reach the upper

limit, when a brake stops the fan. No fire is necessary, the natural draught being sufficient for the work.

When the Deacon heard of this, he scratched his kindly old chin in a reflective manner, and presently remarked that he had never considered it so much trouble to wind a clock as to make it worth his while to invent some way of obliging the air to do it for him. If he had Well, who can say what the Deacon could not invent if he were really to turn his attention to it?

A SPORTING HARE.

A TRAVELING friend of mine has clipped from a French newspaper, and sent to me over seas, this interesting story of a hare that greatly astonished a sportsman of that country:

"An enthusiastic sportsman went to a breakfast given at the commencement of the shooting season. The talk was of game, when suddenly in rushed a servant, exclaiming to the host that a hare had been seen moving about on the lawn. Out went the enthusiastic sportsman, gun in hand, fired at the hare, and missed it. The hare, scratching its nose, stood up on its hind legs, presented a horse-pistol at the sportsman and fired in return. No one was hurt; but the sportsman was naturally astounded, until at last it was explained to him that the hare was a performing animal which had been hired from a neighboring show. The sportsman's charge had, of course, been taken from his gun by the confidential servant, and the whole affair was an amusing and successful practical joke."

THE STINGING-TREE.

DEAR, dear! What a dreadful thing it must be to be a Jack-in-the-Pulpit in Australia, where even the trees are wicked! Now, here is a letter which tells of serious mischief caused by a shrub of that country:

DEAR JACK: Did you ever hear of the "stinging-tree" of Australia? It is described as a shrub very dangerous to the touch, which grows from two or three inches to ten or fifteen feet in height, and emits a disagreeable odor. One traveler describes it as follows: "Sometimes, while shooting turkeys in the scrubs, I have entirely forgotten the stinging-tree till I was warned of its close proximity by its smell, and have often found myself in a little forest of them. I was only once stung, and that very lightly. Its effects are curious: it leaves no mark, but the pain is maddening; and for months afterward the part when touched is tender in rainy weather, or when it gets wet in washing, etc. I have seen a man who was indifferent to ordinary pain roll on the ground in agony after being stung, and I have known a horse to be so completely maddened by the same cause that he rushed open-mouthed at every one who approached him, and had to be shot. Dogs, when stung, will rush about, whining piteously, and they, too, often have to be killed after coming in contact with this terrible stinging-tree."

"PRETTY IS AS PRETTY DOES."

THAT'S an old saying, my chicks, and more for instance, which lately has been held up aloft true than grammatical. There's the sunflower, by folks who thin or fatten, as the case may be,

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on what is known as the beautiful."

Now, pretty as the sunflower certainly is, its works outshine it, though they may be neither "æsthetic "nor "poetic." I'm told that this flower's nut-like seeds are not only extremely valuable as food for poultry, but they also afford an excellent oil, especially useful for lubricating machinery. The residue of the seeds, after the oil has been taken out, makes a sort of cake said to be excellent food for cattle. And finally, the stalks furnish a serviceable fiber, largely used by the Chinese, while the blossoms yield a lasting and brilliant yellow dye.

TWO YOUTHFUL COMPOSITIONS.

TALKING of mixed-up things, is not this a very funny story? It is a tiger-tale sent by a little tot five years old,- or rather five years young,—and the Little School-ma'am, while she says I may show you an exact copy of his story just as he wrote it, has taken his name off because she thinks it right to keep that a secret. It's a fearful recital if read carefully, and, bad as things were for the tiger, they seem to have been even worse for the boy, when you come to think of that rug.

BOY AUD TOO K⋅HIMAWAY. O FETOT HE FOREST AND. WAS.GOING TO EAT. AIM UP, THE. LITTLE. ¡M.up, BOY HIDA UD. HIS PAPA CAME

given in the December number, and, as she says, "because it is so frank and honest":

IF I HAD $1000, WHAT WOULD I DO WITH IT?

As I am such a little boy, if I had $1000 I think I would put it in the saving bank till I became of age. Then I would go and visit some of the most important parts of our country, U. States. I would not go to Europe just then, because I would rather go to see my own country. Some people think if they have been to Europe they have seen enough of the world. But I think different. I have heard of people who have been to Europe and never been to Niagara, or even to Washington yet. I think, if you share your $1000 with some one, you will enjoy it a great deal better than being mean and stingy.

say;

In the first place, I would give $100 to the poor, and $100 to the hospitals, and give my friends $5.00 or $6.00 each. Some boys or girls will think I am bragging, but I am not, I mean what I then with the sum I had left I would make up a party and go to Washington, then from there I would go to Niagara Falls, then from there I would go to Watkins Glen, then from there to Canada, then I would return home, by that time I would have a very little money left. But I am sure when I was taking these little trips I would be getting some curious things for the Agassiz Association. And then I would think what a nice time I had with my $1000. Yours truly,

WILLIE S ten years old.

A MARCH CUSTOM IN WALES.

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AKD.TOOK • HIM •HOME AND• HIS.MAMA.WAS GLAD. AND THEY MADE. A RUQ. OUT. OF. His skin.

Welsh troops, followers of the Black Prince, wearing leeks at the battle of Crecy, in order to distinguish themselves from their enemies. In a very old book, called "The Famous History of the Seven Champions of Christendom," a certain Welshman, Sir David, is made to say to his men, on the eve of battle: "For my colors or ensign do I wear upon my bayonet, you see, a green leek set in gold, which shall, if we win the victory, hereafter be an honor to Wales; and on this day, being the first of March, be it forever worn by Welshmen in remembrance thereof! Sir David's command, however, is at the present day but little regarded; but on the national holiday a gilt leek is still carried in processions, and a silver one is presented to the head-master at Eton by the Welsh Yours truly, M. W.

MR. ARCHIBALD FORBES.

THERE are very few among the older boy-readers of ST. NICHOLAS who are not familiar with some of the adventures and achievements of Mr. Archibald Forbes, the gallant war-correspondent of the London Daily News. And we take pleasure, therefore, in presenting, along with his thrilling narrative, "Where was Villiers?" a pen-portrait of Mr. Forbes himself. For this portrait-sketch we are indebted to the courtesy of the well-known English artist, Mr. Hubert Herkomer,-it being a small pen-and-ink outline of Mr. Herkomer's fine portrait of Mr. Forbes, which has attracted so much attention and praise wherever exhibited. The tireless energy and determination which Mr. Forbes has so often manifested in his work are strongly marked in his features, and are plainly expressed in the rough sketch here shown. As Mr. Herkomer has said of him: "He has probably done his hazardous and arduous work better than any other man could have done it. There are many who can write; many who have the gift of observation; many who have physical endurance and pluck; but rarely are all these qualities combined in one individual as they are in Archibald Forbes. And he is as true as steel to those to whom he extends his friendship."

His devotion to his friends is amply illustrated by the story of Villiers. And, aside from the personal interest of the narrative, the account which the intrepid correspondent has here given of a most important and hard-fought battle has all the fire and vividness of his dispatches from the field. We are especially fortunate, moreover, in having secured illustrations from Mr. W. H. Overend, one of the war-artists of the London Illustrated News, and himself a personal friend of Villiers.

HERE is a charming long letter, which we print in full because it describes a most interesting event-the first snow-fall, for many years, in the city of San Francisco. Fancy never having seen a snow-storm until you were twelve years old, dear Eastern boys and girls, and you will understand the delight of our far-away friends when the white drifts came down on that last day of the year.

566 WALTON STREET, OAKLAND, CAL., December 31, 1882.

DEAR SANTA CL-I mean ST. NICHOLAS: If I had written exactly one week ago, I would have told you of blue skies, a bright sun, green lawns, budding roses, blooming geraniums, fuchsias, and heliotropes, nodding pansies, blossoming violets, and staring chrysanthemums.

And then the very next day was your dear day. Oh, it was just perfect! too perfect to stay at home after the Christmas presents and greetings had been offered; so our good parents took us childrenthree happy ones-out to the ocean's side, where we saw many white-winged ships come and go through the Golden Gate, and where we ran on the beach and chased the big waves down, and

then they chased us up, and we were without anything on our heads all the time, and barefoot part of the time.

And now, to-day, everything is changed and strange to our eyes. Just at breakfast, my little sister Alma cried out: "Oh, look at the pieces of white cotton out of the window!" Mamma said: "It must be cotton-wood." But my big brother Tom shouted: "It's snow! Can't you see? Real snow!"

Now, this means very little to you, dear ST. NICHOLAS; but please remember this is the first snow out here for twenty years and more, and very, very many had never seen snow at all, and some were frightened.

Pretty soon there was a face pressed against every window up and down our street. Breakfasts were forgotten. Down came the flakes, fast and faster, thick and thicker. Soon one of the neighborboys came out, and, gathering some snow, made a snow-ball. started all hands. In five minutes everybody (except my big brother Tom, who shot himself in the hand the day before-and oh, was n't he mad!) was out in the street gathering snow and pelting each other, and washing faces with snow; and oh, we have had such heaps of jolly fun!

Some of the boys commenced talking about sleds, but none knew how to go about making them, until Addie Kelley (she is n't a boy, though) remembered that ST. NICHOLAS told once how to make real nice ones; and then the magazines were hunted over, and pretty soon saws and hammers, and boys and pieces of wood and nails and ropes, were badly mixed up for a while, and then out came sleds. Some were odd-looking and some were rickety, but all helped to make the fun more furious, and a curious sight it was for us to see them skurrying up and down the street. And oh, oh, what a wonderful jolly day it has been! Nobody went to Sunday-school; and even our pastor threw two snow-balls at my papa, who is a deacon, and Papa got him down on the ground and crammed snow down his back till he just howled, and then Papa let him up. Then they went into our house and had some hot ginger-tea with sugar, to keep from catching cold. They both liked it very much-the tussle in the snow, I mean.

But it's a very different day from one little week ago, dear ST. NICK. The skies are dead-gray; the sun is somewhere else; the grass is covered with white; the rose-leaves are scattered; the boughs of the geraniums, fuchsias, and heliotropes trail to the ground; the pansies are sleeping beneath pure white sheets; the violets (dead, perhaps) are buried from sight; while the chrysanthemums still stand erect and stare, but with a frightened look.

And now it's beginning to grow dark, and the night of the year's last day is coming. People are saying, "Wish you a Happy NewYear," and I send the same wish over thousands of miles till it reaches your ears; and not only one do I wish you, but many, many, and MANY more, in which to make us children happier and wiser and better. Yours, with love, MARY LIZZIE SPEAR. P. S.- Please give my love, also, to Jack-in-the-Pulpit.

As the four subjects for composition, we give this month the following: MY FRIEND, THE SUN.

THE HUNGER OF THE RICH. KITE-TIME.

A RIDE ON A RAILROAD.

BERTHA L. W. copies and sends to the Letter-box the following curious enigma:

Twice ten are six of us,

Six are but three;

Nine are but four of us;

What can it be?

Would you know more of us?

I'll tell you more:

Seven are but five of us,

Five are but four.

Answer: The number of letters contained in each of the numerals mentioned.

THE following is one of many pleasant letters we have received concerning performances of "The False Sir Santa Claus":

LOUISVILLE, KY., Jan. 6, 1883. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: We have been taking you for several years, and feel that we can not part with you. We thought that you would be pleased to know that Mamma had "The False Sir Santa Claus" (published in the November number) for our Christmas-tree enter

NEW CANAAN, Dec. 12, 1882. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am sure that the boys and girls of New Canaan ought to feel as if they knew you a little bit better than some of your other readers. I will tell you why. In your November number Deacon Green speaks of shooting at a grebe in Justus Hoyt's mill-pond here. Tell the Deacon that the pond and mill are still here, but I don't believe there is a grebe within a great many miles of it. I think, too, that Miss Eva Ogden must have played by the pond a great many times; she lived here for many years.

I guess she must have been thinking of the mill when she wrote "The Miller of Dee." Here is something which I composed for fun :

DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: We have all been trying our hands at making as many words as possible from your name, and the result is inclosed. We have made many more than George W. Barnes, and perhaps our success is due to our familiarity with the Letter Game, or "Logomachy," as it is called. The game, which we found a pleasant one during the long winter evenings, is played as follows: Each player, in succession, draws a letter from a pile of letters, all lying with their faces downward, till some words are formed. The words thus made are left in plain sight, to be lengthened, altered, or added to, or, as is often the case, to be captured bodily by an opponent. For instance, Papa had the words, "met,' ""abbot," "lace," and "salt"; I drew the letter "b" and horse," with it took Papa's word "lace," which I transposed to "cable." I remember once I made the word "garnet," which I felt pretty sure of keeping; but Papa drew an a," and made "tanager," so of course I lost it. The one who has the most words, when all the letters are drawn, wins the game. It is against the rules to change a word to another tense or number by adding "d" or "s." Yours truly, M. W. George W. Barnes has been quite outdone. The list of boys and girls who have made more than 72 words out of the letters of "St. Nicholas is too long for us to print here.

AGASSIZ ASSOCIATION-TWENTY-FOURTH REPORT. AN APPEAL TO SPECIALISTS.

WHEN, two years ago, we began to extend our Society by means of the ST. NICHOLAS, we did not have an entirely definite plan, because we could not foresee how many members we should gain. So the first few Chapters found us comparatively unprepared for their reception. We had to send circulars to many, instead of cordial personal letters, such as our heart prompted, and we were fain to leave them thereafter pretty much to their own devices. Even now, the pressure of our correspondence is so great, that many a letter which should have a prompt and hearty answer if it were one of twenty, has to be put off with a scant acknowledgment because it is one of a thousand. Still, we are gaining in system, and are able better than heretofore to direct and encourage the delightful enthusiasm of our members. Much excellent and valuable work is being done in every direction, but we are by no means satisfied. There are much wider possibilities before us. Each Chapter must come to be a power in its own community, a center of scientific intelligence. To it should come the farmer and the laborer, to learn about each

curious or destructive insect. It should have a library open for public use. All our members must be missionaries, spreading abroad the sweet truths of Nature. But, to accomplish all this, we must first gain definite knowledge ourselves-the youger, as we have always insisted, by actual observation only; the elder by that, too, but also from the printed record of the observations of others. As we grow out of childhood, we must grow less desultory in our work- more scientific. We have been much gratified to find that our members invariably do this very thing. Accurate observation creates a desire for accurate words in which to record nice distinctions; and every growing boy and girl presently writes to learn how to analyze flowers and determine minerals. Now, no one man can be a specialist in more than one or two departments; and a bright boy who devotes himself to coleoptera, for instance, soon knows more about beetles than any of his teachers. He soon gets beyond the help of Harris, or any general entomologist, and then he writes to us for aid. Of course, the same is true of mollusks, ferns, grasses, birds, and all the rest.

Our plan has been to receive all such questions, and refer them to such gentlemen of our acquaintance as could most likely answer them. But the range of our scientific acquaintance has limits, although the patience of our friends has as yet proved exhaustless; and we now wish to ask for the names of specialists in every branch of science to whom we may refer questions in their several departments. Therefore, if any coleopterist, algologist, archæologist, mineralogist, filicist (if that will do for a fern-man), or any other large-hearted specialist who may chance to read this will send us his name as one who is willing to answer paper, questions in his line, until further notice, we are sure that nothing could possibly occur to add greater value to the work of our Agassiz We have Association, and make it of more scientific consequence. an army of five thousand willing soldiers. We need a larger number of generous aids-de-camp.

We had an interesting meeting last week. Five specimens to show, and all different. One green worm formed its cocoon in less than a day from the time it was caught, and a large one it is, brown and fibrous. Another lovely brown one spent two days in frisking around its prison before it submitted and rolled itself up. Another old fellow I found quite accidentally.

I

was out walking, and seeing some down clinging to a dry stick, tried to pick it off, when I found a bright black head at the end of it. It has white spines sticking all over its body. I am going to keep it, and see if it will amount to anything. My most interesting one is coiled around a mass of white web, in which is a little opening. Out of this occasionally walks a little fly. One day, I watched the little flies come out of those small cocoons which sometimes cover the tomato-worm. A little round place was cut out of the end as smoothly as though done by a very sharp knife, M. INA PROHL. all except a tiny place, left as a hinge.

One of our members has a tarantula. The body is an inch in length. It has ten long legs, covered entirely with brown hair. The Doctor feeds it little pieces of liver or beef, the juice of which the spider sucks out. It is pretty lively.

WM. R. NICHOL, Albany, N. Y.

During two months I collected ninety-five specimens of wild flowers. There is a flower here- Calochortus venustus, I thinkwhich can be safely handled unless it is picked to pieces. In that case it is terribly poisonous. H. W. CARDWELL, Portland, Oregon.

Geo. Powell, Secretary of Chapter 266, St. Clair, Pa., sends the following: "Number of members at last report, 30; at present, 33. Specimens collected since last report, 116; total number, 600; for exchange, 21.'

Ottawa, Illinois (Sec. Edgar Eldredge), tells of "numerous little tunnels" discovered in a sand rock. "In the bottom of each was a little soft-bodied insect which proved to be the larva of the ant-lion. They are still alive in a box of sand in the window, where they dig their tunnels, and stay in them all covered but their

heads, and in some way attract the flies." The Chapter will exchange gypsum and fresh-water clam-shells.

Freeland, Pa. (Sec. G. Belles), is working for new books and a microscope. Nashua, N. H., commenced its third year November 19th, with Fred. W. Greeley, Box 757, retained as Secretary. They have introduced a new feature-standing committees on different branches. They report on some subject at each meeting, and have charge of a department in the museum.

In the August report, Harrie Hancock speaks of a stone that will bend. A sandstone is found in North Carolina that has the same property. It is called itacohimite, and the bending supposed to be caused by each grain fitting into a socket.

ELLISTON J. PEROT.

HARTFORD, CONN. During the past summer, most of us made collections. We have pickled small snakes and frogs. We saw a snake eat a frog. We collected sea-weeds. Several are rearing caterpillars. One presses flowers. One saw a sea-serpent in Penobscot Bay. It was about thirty feet long. We knew it was a sea-serpent, because the captain of the boat said it was. [!] We saw some things that had been dredged from the bottom of the sea. One was a long tube that a worm had lived in. Some of us have been keeping a hermit crab We put it in salt water and it came out of its shell. One was walking in the woods and started up five or six partridges. [Partridges in Conn.? Are you certain they were not ruffed grouse?] One saw sandpipers with their long legs and beaks, and another found a sandpiper's nest. We kept little blank-books, and every day wrote down what we had seen. One of us kept a horseshoe crab and fed it clams. This winter we are all studying birds and moths. FRANCIS PARSONS.

[A most excellent record, and yet only one out of a thousand equally interesting.]

ST. HELENA, CAL. We visited the "Petrified Forest" in the Coast Range. It contains trunks and fragments of about three hundred trees. The largest is sixty-eight feet long and eleven feet in diameter, and through a fracture grows a live oak, ten inches in diameter. The petrifaction appears to be calcareous, but many specimens have tiny quartz crystals on them, and we secured one, evidently the end of a log, which has a coating of chalcedony. SEC. ST. HELENA CHAPTER. ERLANGER, KY.

We have learned that Epigaa repens can be transplanted in September. We read the report of the Forestry Congress held in Cincinnati, got very much into the notion of tree-planting, and did set out some, but it was almost too late in the fall. We intend to set out a grove and call it Agassiz Grove. We think the A. A. could do something toward keeping up the forests. The smallest child can drop nuts along the lines of permanent fences. We are going to plant thickets of flowering shrubs in all waste places about here, to induce the small birds to build near us. We have already prepared a great many cuttings of honeysuckle and tree-box.

I wish you would give a large space to explaining the proper motive for collecting. Many seem to collect for the sake of collecting. I judge from letters I receive that some care more for the specimens than for the knowledge to be gained from them. I know an old man who has a remarkably fine collection, and he cares as much for two old grape-shot that he bought, as he does for his finest fossil; and though he has so many, he can't tell the fossils of one age from those of another. We are getting up a wild garden, and are anxious to get a specimen of Hepatica from some of our Northern friends. LILLIE M. BEDINGER.

I have been noticing the direction in which plants twine. The bean, Madeira vine, and morning glory twine in the same direction, but the hop vine in the opposite direction. My smilax I am not quite sure about. We had a live horned toad loaned to us a few days ago, which was sent here from California. It is really a lizard. It is five inches long, with a wide, flat body. It is pictured in "Tenney's Manual.' It is now very sluggish and stupid, moving only when disturbed, and eating nothing.

One of the boys brought in a curious insect a few days ago-a white, fuzzy-looking thing with only rudiments of wings. I found, on examining Harris, that it was the female Orgyia (moth), which never leaves its cocoon after its transformation, but lays its eggs and then dies. The male is winged. E. S. FIELD.

We have found on what bush the walking-stick feeds. [Is it a secret? We wish to know, too.] I have found Attacus Polyphemus feeding on beech trees. This was a surprise to me, for I had thought they fed only on the oak. GAYLORD MILES.

I am sixteen years old and an entomologist. I have 1700 specimens, which I keep in boxes made by Burr, of Camden, N. J. I have had very little trouble with the museum pest.

When I began to study, I was taught from Morse's first book of Zoology, and have since branched out on my own responsibility, and learned more by my observation than I ever did from books. I write my notes in a blank-book, and make figures to illustrate them. I have learned to date everything, and intend to make a

local calendar. I wish to correspond and exchange with members of the A. A. I have the advantage of knowing an experienced professor of coleoptera. EDWARD G. MCDOWELL,

264 West Baltimore st., Baltimore, Md.

I have experimented with kittens, and have found that if two ribbons, one of a bright scarlet, and the other black, be placed before them, they will play with the former in preference to the latter. C. FREEMAN. COLUMBUS, WIS. We have twenty members. We hold our meetings in the High School, under the direction of Prof. G. E. Culver. The boys have commenced a collection of the several kinds of wood that grow here. The Board of Education have been kind enough to furnish us with a microscope which magnifies 500 diameters. I hope that all other Chapters will meet with like good fortune. ADA E. GRUDY, Sec. PORTLAND, OREGON. Chapter B has thirteen members. The Secretary preserves all essays. The cabinet contains local ores, petrifactions, and shells. We have had labels printed for our botanical specimens. At the mouth of the Columbia River is a mound composed almost entirely of concretions, which, when broken, contain most beautiful shells. They are of various sizes, from an inch to ten feet in diameter. H. W. CARDWELL, Sec.

Many of the pollen-grains I have examined are prickly, as indicated by A, in the accompanying illustration, while others are smooth, as in B. I have accordingly divided into two groups the flowers I have examined, one list having smooth and one prickly pollen. The result is:

A. B.

I examined this list carefully, hoping to find some order in it, and at last it struck me that the only two endogenous plants in the collection were on the smooth side. I procured two more endogenous plants, and to my great delight found their pollen-grains smooth also. This suggests a possible rule: " Endogenous flowers have smooth pollen" but it would be absurd to consider this as more than suggested by four instances.

I shall try to add to the list next time, and I hope others will do the same. A lens of very moderate power shows the outline of the grain, if a strong light be thrown from below. I earnestly hope that some endogenous plant will not dash my hopes by being found prickly before next month. A WORKER.

[It will be a helpful thought to this energetic worker to remember that it will be as important to disprove her supposed rule as to prove it. The point is, to learn what is true, and in that there can be no hope-dashing. Our little friend is doing exactly the right sort of work, and others should follow directly in her footsteps.]

Too late for extract come good arguments on the geode question from Howard Williams, Mary E. Cooke, Mattie Packard, Minnie M. Dyke, and several others, the best of all being a beautifully executed MS. from the C Chapter of Washington, D. C.

Conn.

Correspondence in West and South.-William Carter, Waterbury, Cocoons of Luna, etc., and butterflies and moths for others.-W. D. Keerrfott, Wilmington, Del.

Birds' eggs, sets and single.-Chas. E. Doe, 28 Wood st., Providence, R. I.

Correspondence on ornithology and oölogy.-Charles D. Gibson, Dover, Del.

Our duplicates are exhausted, and we can not make any more exchanges.-E. L. Roberts, Denver, Col.

Pressed autumn leaves, for edelweiss.- Alice M. Guernsey, Wareham, Mass.

Dendrites.-Josie M. Hopkins, Sec., Newton Upper Falls, Mass. Soil of Illinois.-C. F. Gettimy, Box 298, Galesburg, Ill. Correspondence, with view to exchange.-Robt. G. Leavitt, Sec., Webster, Mass.

Silver ore, for a Death's-head moth.-P. S. Clarkson, Beverly, N.J. Birds' eggs, fossils, shells, and insects.-Edward C. Fallick, Sydney, New South Wales.

Cocoons, red coral, lava from Sandwich Islands, etc.-Arthur H. Bowditch, Box 510, Brookline, Mass.

All communications concerning the "Agassiz Association" should be addressed to HARLAN H. BALLARD, Principal of Lenox Academy, Lenox, Mass.