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ordinary chair, with a handkerchief up to her mouth, her face a perfect prism of ex pression in which intense relief was upper most. _ Katie sitting at her feet with the tooth in one hand, and gazing up at her mistress with a look of wonder and vener ation upon her face. And the gentlemanly dentist in a corner, putting away his in struments with an amused and yet not unkindly smile on Ms smooth bland den tist's face. (To be concluded in our next )

Original Poetry.
OBAN.— A JIEJIIKISCENCE.
By John G. Smith, author of "Doric Lays " and " Eugli&h Lyrios," &c."

Oban, all hail to thee, Queen of the isle-gem'd sea, Rock crested mountain and flower-spangled glen, Home where the silver streams Sing of my youthful dreams, When shall I bask iv thy beauty again ? Oft with a spirit power, At the soft Uyilight'hour, Gleams of thy glory illumine my heart, Mem'ries of infancy Sporting- in mirth and glee, Visions that only with life can depart.
High on the rocky steep, Frowning o'er surging deep, Giant Dtmolly stands dreary and lone Wrapt iv his ruiub gray, Nodding to Time's decay, Weeping o'er scenes that for ever are gone. Over my brow of care Tresses of snowy hair Float like the white crested waves of the main O could I fly to thee Queeaof rock, ible, and sea, Ne'er would r part from thy heautics again. Land of the glassy lake; Heath-hill, and bosky brake— Land which the flowers of the forest adorn. Long may the brave and freu- Hearted ones dwell in thee, Oban, the pride and the beauty of Lorn.
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