Fairy Tales Utilised For, The New Generation.

chaos of conflicting doubts and struggles , and fears , and follies , andtrickery , and heartlessness , and baseness , which we often conp lacencallly "the world . " If any one thinks that my colours have been laid on too deeply , or are even too sombre in themselves ,

let them bear in mind that I am like the asp irant of old , seeking for the " temple of truth , " and that while I say all this and seek to limn with faithful brush a veritable p icture of all that lies before us , no one more fully admits than I dothat there are

, two sides to everything , and that , on the contrary , even the world ' s opinion is , in the long run ( though it often takes a long time forming ) , unfavourable to all that tends to weaken , to betray , to injure , to degrade humanity . Even "Puss in

Boots" will never find a niche in its " Walhalla , " and will be handed over to that reproving chorus of scorn and contempt which , like the avenging Eumenides of old , seems ever to accompany us all here poor mortals that we be , who play our little part ou the shifting stage of human life .

Spring.

SPRING .

BY MRS . a . M . TWEDDELL . Authoress of "Rhymes and Sketches to Illustrate the Cleveland Dialect , " etc . Fair Nature now is wide awake , And dons her robe of green ;

Flora her offerings now doth bring , To deck her beauteous queen . The birds rejoice to see her drest , And loud their matins sing , To give a greeting to her charms , And hail ihe hopeful Spring .

The Cuckoo now gives forth her note , And flies from tree to tree ; Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! she blithely calls , And fills my heart with glee . My childhood ' s days come back again—She calls to mind the hours

When I with merry children Went forth to gather flowers . Again I wander by the brook , Or climb the moss-grown hill , And listen to the trickling Made by the mountain rill .

Spring.

My hat again is garlanded With wild flowers of the Spring ; I feel as joyous and as free As wild birds on the wing . The dream is o ' er , Cuckoo again

Recalls me from the past ; And all the golden days of youth That were too bri ght to last . But still her notes I love to hear , And still I love the flowers ; And still the Spring hath charms for me , To cheer life ' s evening hours . Rose Cottage , Stolcesley .

The Education Of Society.

THE EDUCATION OF SOCIETY .

As this paper of our contemporary , The World , has been reproduced in The Times we also think it well to call the attention of our readers to it here . The education of society should , it may well be thoughtbe thorough and complete .

, Yet , as a matter of fact , it remains pretty well where it has always been . The men and women of the great world neither know more nor less . A certain cant of superiority may vein the conversation of drawingrooms , and the cant of art is a sort of

fashionable epidemic during the exhibition of the Royal Academy ; but the basis of solid knowledge upon which that conversation rests has not become deeper or more solid with the supply of the countless new materials of its structure . It is not too much to say that with ninetv-nine men

out of a hundred no specific addition is made to the facts of what may be called their purely educational knowledge after they leave school or college . In other words , while they are graduating in the world ' s academy , they do nothing to increase that store of book wisdom of which

they may have gained possession when as yet in statu pwjoiKctri . Their views of literature and history remain to the end of their lives what those views were when they passed the last examination and answered the last question . If they have

travelled a good deal , they will have increased their knowledge of geography ; if they are unusually observant , they will have acquired some novel ideas on the subject of politics and government . To put it differently , they may amplify indefinitely