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BELL ROCK LIGHT-HOUSE.

In the Album at the Bell Rock Light-House are the following lines by Sir
Walter Scott:—­

Pharos Loquitur.

  Far in the bosom of the deep,
  O’er these wild shelves my watch I keep;
  A ruddy gem of changeful light,
  Bound on the dusky brow of night;
  The seaman bids my lustre hail,
  And scorns to strike his timorous sail.

WALTER SCOTT.

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NEWSPAPER WONDERS.

Flights of wild ducks and geese, in numbers sufficiently multitudinous to darken the air, have already migrated to the moors—­a circumstance scarcely existing in the memory of the oldest inhabitant at this period of the year.—­Hereford Journal.

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A countryman, who was cutting wood near the falls of Niagara, on the 10th of July, was attacked by a rattle-snake; in his terror he leaped across a tremendous gulf, sixty-seven feet wide, and escaped unhurt!—­Charleston Paper.

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The Weedsport Advertiser (an American Journal) relates an incident which had just occurred in the town of Cato, Cross Lake.  A young man named Stockwell, son of a widow woman of that name, living in the town, after repeated threats to kill a favourite cat belonging to the house, in order to vex his mother, at length undertook to carry them into execution.  In the morning he took the cat and started with her into the woods, telling his youngest sister that he was going to destroy her.  They were absent until the afternoon, when the cat came home, apparently looking as though she had been in the water.  The next morning the young man’s clothes were seen on the bank of Cross Lake, and in the water was found his body, the face and shoulder dreadfully scratched, evidently by the cat in struggling, so that little doubt existed that he was drowned in attempting to destroy puss.  All speculation on the matter, however, was set at rest on the body being brought home, for the cat flew at the corpse, and could with difficulty be kept off.

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IMPROMPTU ON RELIEVING A BEGGAR.

(For the Mirror.)

  Take this, old man, thy looks bespeak thy need,
    And pity never questions want and woe;
  A bright-hair’d angel registers the deed
    In heaven—­the meed of charity below!

H.M.L.

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Rosamond’s Labyrinth—­We shall feel obliged by a call from the gentleman who favoured us with the original of this engraving; or, if more convenient, by a note enclosing his address.