In reviewing the condition of the Eu-Africans a third of a century after the war that gave them their new estate, we have, I think, reason to be satisfied with the results of the change. The change has brought us no distinct economic evils, as shown by the statistics of the industries. The labor of the blacks is quite as productive as it was while they were slaves. Their moral situation is not evidently worse than it was before they attained the measure of liberty which they now possess. The first step, that which naturally caused the most fear, has been taken, the people are free and have not turned their liberty to license. In looking forward, however, we see that only a part of the task has been done. The negroes have failed to acquire, save in very small proportion, the capacity for a true political life. It has been found necessary to deprive them of the control they once exercised, to the peril of the States and their own great harm. The question is as to the ways in which they are to be lifted into the safe plane of American citizenship. They must be so lifted, or we shall in time see established in the South a system of serfdom under the control of an oligarchy--a state of affairs in some regards worse than that of slavery, for it will lack the element of personal interest which did much to help the black in the first stages of his life with us. * * * * * Faro II is a dog of fine breed and great intelligence, belonging to one of the artists of _La Nature_, and has been engaged as an actor in the play of Robinson Crusoe, at one of the theaters in Paris. On the stage his name is Toby, and he knows it, and knows just what he has to do. He has entered into relations with his fellow-actors, and obeys his cue instantly. He does the stage business with strict accuracy, picks up the bird that is shot and takes it to Robinson, looks up his yams and the vegetable soup and his pipe. He is grieved when Robinson is sad, exults when he is rejoicing, and looks after his fellow-actors--the goat, the monkey, and the parrot--who are not so bright as he. Off the stage he knows nothing of Toby or of Robinson Crusoe, answers to no name but Faro, and recognizes no master but the artist, M. Weisser. THE BIRDS OF THE ADIRONDACKS. BY SENATOR GEORGE CHAHOON. I shall make no appeal for the protection of our birds, for that is not necessary to those who know them; but I wish we could all know them better, and when we knew we would surely love and give them our protection. We would then realize their great use as insect and weed destroyers; they would fascinate us with their cunning habits, and charm us with their beauty and grace.