among them the following, which, how ever, he by no means endorses:

"The idea that the moon should have something to do with the production of earthquakes is a very natural one. The body whose attractive power raises the ocean tides exercises its influence on the dry land just as much as on the sea, and the only reason why the land does not respond to the attraction is because of its immobility. But a force so resisted means internal strain, and we have every reason to believe that corresponding to the tide of movement on the ocean, there is a tide of strain on the land. How may this strain make itself apparent? A breath of autumn air brings down the leaves that have withstood a summer's gales, a snapping twig has loosed the Alpine avalanche. The crust of our earth is not solid. There are cavities and fissures in its mass, frail places, where only a touch, as it were, may cause collapse; and the series of changes so begun may involve a continent in ruin before it is ended. And the tidal strain, as it passes regularly round the globe, may one day supply just the needed touch, thus becoming an agent of destruction none the less potent because it only plays the part of trigger-puller. The theory is plausible, and to a certain extent the researches of Professor Perrey bear it out. He found that earthquakes rather more frequent when the tidal pull


is strong-that is, when the sun and moon are pulling in line (at new or full moon), and when the moon is in the part of her orbit nearest to the earth (perigee). The difference, however, was only small, and as other investigators have arrived at contradictory results, the lunar theory in this form has not held its ground."

ARITHMETIC IN SCHOOLS. Several months ago the Boston School Committee passed a resolution to the effect that the study of so-called Arithmetic in the Grammar Schools of this city covers much ground which does not come within the proper scope of Arithmetic, but to the domain of Logic, and suggesting an inquiry as to whether it was not practicable to reduce and simplify the studies and exercises now prescribed under the head of Arithmetic." One result of this action of the Boston Committee is thus stated in Science :

"Gen. Francis A. Walker drew up a


series of eleven questions, and submitted them to the school principals for the purpose of obtaining specific information, and was fairly successful in the attempt. Twenty-five principals said, that, were the matter left wholly to their own judgment, they would considerably diminish the amount of arithmetic taught; twenty would not diminish it; and five would diminish it slightly. As to the character of the changes desired, there was great diversity of opinion. Thirteen would omit Discount, thirteen Mensuration, thirteen the Metric System-a most absurd suggestion, in view of the increasing tendency to use this system in scientific books. would do away with Compound Proportion, eight with Exchange, seven with Cube Root, two with some of Partial Payments. Thirty-two thought the practice of memorizing the multiplication-table at first injudicious, fourteen considered it advisable, while eight gave a qualified answer. The gist of the conclusions reached is, that the study of arithmetic should be simplified by omitting various specified operations and over-difficult applications of the rest. In fact, the aim of the teacher should be, not to puzzle but to train the pupil. That this is sound doctrine is certain, but on what application of it the metric system is omitted we fail to see."

T," writing from Dunedin, New Zealand,


says, in Science:—


The University of New Zealand,' to which the 'University colleges' now well established at Dunedin, Christchurch, and Auckland, and a few of the large secondary schools are affiliated, is a somewhat anomalous body. It consists of a Senate and Convocation, endowed with powers to grant degrees and to manage their own internal affairs, and supported by a small annual grant from the government. like the University of London, whose example it intended to follow, it has no teaching staff in direct connection with it, and, to suit the geographical conditions of the country, it is peripatetic, holding its annual session in one or other of the larger towns. Its headquarters for the time being will always be where its Chancellor resides; and as that honorable position is held at present by Dr. Hector, the chief scientific adviser of the government, the seat of administration is in Wellington."

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And mock such promise as beguiled
The fiftieth year from this.


War upon war, change after change,
Hath shaken thrones and towers to dust,
And hopes austere and faiths august
Have watched in patience stern and strange
Men's works unjust and just.


As from some Alpine watch tower's portai
Night, living yet, looks forth for dawn,
So from Time's mistier mountain lawn
The spirit of man, in trust immortal,
Yearns toward a hope withdrawn.


The morning comes not, yet the night
Wanes, and men's eyes win strength to


Where twilight is, where light shall be When conquered wrong and conquering right

Acclaim a world set free.


Calm as our mother-land, the mother
Of faith and freedom, pure and wise,
Keeps watch beneath unchangeful skies,
When hath she watched the woes of other
Strange lands with alien eyes?


Calm as she stands alone, what nation

The sea cast round her like a mantle,
The sea-cloud like a crown?


The sea, divine as heaven and deathless,
Is hers, and none but only she
Hath learnt the sea's word, none but we
Her children hear in heart the breathless
Bright watchword of the sea.


Heard not of others, or misheard
Of many a land for many a year,
The watchword Freedom fails not here
Of hearts that witness if the word
Find faith in England's ear.


She, first to love the light, and daughter
Incarnate of the northern dawn,

She, round whose feet the wild waves


When all their wrath of warring water
Sounds like a babe's breath drawn,


How should not she best know, love best,
And best of all souls understand
The very soul of freedom, scanned
Far off, sught out in darkling quest
By men at heart unmanned?


Hath lacked an alms from English They climb and fall, ensnared, enshrouded,

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But us the sun, not wholly risen Nor equal now for all, illumes With more of light than cloud that looms; How should they bring her glories Of light that leads forth souls from prison


And breaks the seals of tombs.


Did not her breasts who reared us rear

Him who took heaven in hand, and


Bright world with world in balance laid? What Newton's might could make not clear

Hath Darwin's might not made?


The forces of the dark dissolve,

The doorways of the dark are broken: The word that casts out night is spoken, And whence the springs of things evolve Light born of night bears token.


She, loving light for light's sake only,
And truth for only truth's and song
For song's sake and the sea's, how long
Hath she not borne the world her lonely
Witness of right and wron?


From light to light her eyes imperial

Turn, and require the further light, More perfect than the sun's in sight, Till star and sun seem all funereal

Lamps of the vaulted night.


She gazes till the strenuous soul
Within the rapture of her eyes
Creates or bids awake, arise,

The light she looks for, pure and whole
And worshiped of the wise.


Such sons are hers, such radiant hands
Have borne abroad her lamp of old,
Such mouths of honey-dropping gold
Have sent across all seas and lands
Her fame as music rolled.


As music made of rolling thunder

Its heart of joy, in charging chime, So ring the songs that round and under Her temple surge and climb.


A temple not by men's hands builded,
But moulded of the spirit, and wrought
Of passion and imperious thought;
With light beyond all sunlight gilded,
Whereby the sun seems nought.


Thy shrine, our mother, seen for fairer
Than even thy natural face, made fair
With kisses of thine April air
Even now, when spring thy banner-bearer
Took up thy sign to bear.


Thine annual sign from heaven's own arch
Given of the sun's hand into thine,
To rear and cheer each wildwood shrine
But now laid waste by wild-winged March,
March mad with wind like wine.


From all thy brightening downs whereon
The windy seaward whinflower shows
Blossom whose pride strikes pale the


Forth is the golden watchword gone
Whereat the world's face glows.


Thy quickening woods rejoice and ring
Till earth seems glorious as the sea:
With yearning love too glad for glee
The world's heart quivers toward the

As all our hearts toward thee.


Thee, mother, thee, our queen, who givest
Assurance to the heavens most high
And earth whereon her bondsmen sigh

That hurls through heaven its heart That by the sea's grace while thou livest


Hope shall not wholly die.

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