... MAGAZINES AND SERIALS FOR OCTOBER. (Seco>td Notice.) CASSELL'S Magazine of Art closes its volume with the present number, and announces the giving of prizes for art students in competitions open to works executed in oil, water-colour, or black and white, not excluding, we presume, other monochrome works; together with the enlargement of the Magazine, its price to remain unchanged. We welcome ...

... HOW WILD-FOWL COME TO MARKET. By Wild Fowler. No. VII.-- SNARING AND HOOKING SEA-FOWL ON THE CONTINENT. IT is somewhat puzzling at first for a stranger to make out how the poorer villagers who live on the coasts of France and Belgium manage to live at all. True, they all have, somehow, a house of their own, and how ever low may be the standard of its comforts, it is a house after all, and, no ...

... . Part IX. IT seems at first sight somewhat erratic to jump from a description of the little terrier Monkey to that of a kangaroo dog. The reason is obvious, when I say that I have since met the kangaroo hunter and his dog, and more remarkable because it has been a matter of accident. His anecdotes are very numerous as to kangaroo-hunting, but they invariably wind up with the death of the ...

... UNFAIRLY WON. BY MRS. POWER O'DONOGHUE, Author of Lndiics on Horseback ...

... LADIES ON HORSEBACK. LEARNING, PARK-BIDING, AND HUNTING, WITH HINTS UPON COSTU2IE, AND NUMEROUS ANECDOTES. By Mrs. Power O'Donoghue Authoress of The Knave of Clubs, Horses and Horsemen, Grandfather's Hunter, One in Ten Thousand, Spring Leaves, Thoughts on the Talmud c., e. (Begun in Ko. 350, October 2.) Part III. Continued .1 I would desire particularly to impress upon you that if your ...

... UNFAIRLY WON. BY MRS. POWER O'DONOGHUE, Author of Ladies on Horseback Ac. {Commenced January 29 th. No. 368.) CHAPTER XXXY. IN a neat but somewhat gloomy lodging, situated in one of the principal streets of a flourishing town in the south of Ire land, sits Ivy Delvayne. A year has passed away since the day of her inauspicious marriage. Time has not dealt lightly with her, if we are to judge ...

... ROBERT EUDE, A STORY OF THE MIDDLE AGES IN ENGLAND. By A. H. Wall. PART TWO. OONCEENING THE REBELLION OF KINO HENRY THE YOUNGER. CHAPTER X. (continued) AT night the great Earl's camp before Tutbury had settled down into gloom and silence. There was just light enough in the sky to reveal the black towers and ramparts of the castle perched high on its rocky eminence, and scarcely enough to ...

... BOBBING FOB CAT-FISH. BRINK POND, Pike Country, Penn., Aug. 10.-- Bobbin' for cat-fish may seem to be at first thought, not only an extremely unpoetieal, but a decidedly undignified, means of extracting pleasure from a summer holiday. As to dignity, however, it may be that it should not be coupled with anything that one elects or is called upon to do after he has taken himself out of the ...

... Her name was Harriet Dredge, Gubble. Her name was Harriet Dredge, Gubble. Oh, dear Then it is she I said. All the way from Porto Kico. Think of it 'What a journey at this time of year.! 'Gubble, you're a fool. Yes, sir, I am. I should not have been here if I hadn't been a fool. I know it, Mr. Dredge, too well. Haven't you an idea? What's to be done when-- when Harriet comes I I should ...

... . From The Brooklyn Eagle. A late United States Consul at one of the English ports, who is now a private resident of New York, relates the following interesting story:-- On my last voyage home from England, some three years ago, in one of the Cunard steamers, I noticed one morning, after a few days out of port, a young man hobbling about on the upper deck, supported by crutches and seeming ...

... LOVE'S VICTORY. A DRAMATIC STORY Adapted expressly for this paper. By Howakd Pafl. CHAPTER XXV. Continued IT never seemed to occur to Zita that M. Noriac might he as treacherous as Goriot when he saw that all was lost. She only seated herself beside Paul and implored him to tell her all the details of these attempted assassinations. The Countess never doubted for a moment hut that Paul was as ...

... . Barbel-fishing is a solemn thing. The ways of barbel are dark. He is the anchorite of the finny tribe, the lay-brother of the fish family. He lurks fathoms deep in dim holes, and sulks under frowning banks, torpid and morose in the cold bosom of his sullen kind. He is not to be lured like other fish. To fish for him is to endure, and not to be attempted without unlimited patience and pale ...