Tho Pasioralisis' Review’s purveyor of Stock and Station Notes recounts the following story. He says he doesn’t know whether it be a “chest nut” or not, but he, at least, has not hoard it before, and tells it “as it was told to him” by a'frioud. The said friend, so goes the yarn, went Homo to Scotland recently. The small village that claimed him as a native boasted but the one butcher’s shop. One day meat was wanted

and ho was asked by a relative to order a | quarter of mutton. There was no sign cf beef, mutton or anything else in the shop, but exploring a backyard, he found a solitary sheep tied to a post. Presently the butcher appeared. "Twa quatters is odort," remarked he, on being told the stranger's errand, "an' your ane’il be three. 'Gin I get anither order for a quatter, I*ll kill, but nae before." —" Scrutator” in the N.Z. Mail.
THE LAST DANCE OF CARISSIMA.
FICTION.
THE DOCTOR’S EXPERIMENT. A. Golsworthy. Dr John Markham sat in tho study of his house in Manchester Square, diligently planning out experiments to test the value of his latest discovery. He had been * Doctor '-ed in an honorary way by one of the great Universities in recognition of hia services to the cause of science, his recent work on Animal Magnetism having created quite a * furore' in the world of learning. A young man still—well on the right side of forty—the future lay before him with great promise, and night and day he was working to achieve still greater conquests in his own particular branch of science.
