name by which it is known being “Cairngorm stone,” from the locality where the best crystals are obtained. Sagenitic Quartz.—This form of quartz, also known as “sagenite,” “fleche d’amour” (love’s arrow), “Venus’ hair stone,” and, if the included mineral be rutile, “rutilated quartz,” is rock crystal containing inclusions of other minerals in hair-like or thread-like forms. Of the minerals so included, rutile is the most common, but tourmaline, hornblende, epidote and others occur. These minerals are formed in the quartz doubtless by crystallizing simultaneously with that mineral, or “host,” as it is called. The arrangement often gives a stone of great beauty, especially when the rutile is more or less transparent and has a blood red color. The Japanese frequently polish the surfaces of such crystals of quartz to make the interior structure better visible. Specimens are also obtained from Madagascar, Brazil, and North Carolina in our own country. When the fibers of the included mineral are smaller and more abundant, the forms of quartz known as “cat’s eye” and “tiger eye” are produced. The reflection of light from the surfaces of the fibers gives the glittering effect known as chatoyancy. Nearly all the “tiger eye” in use at the present time comes from South Africa; the cat’s eye from Bohemia and Ceylon. Oliver Cummings Farrington. EVENING IN THE CANYON. The sun’s last beams kiss the mountain side, At which it blushes like a bride; A soft wave, from the earth’s warm breast, Stirs in the pines and sinks to rest. Far off a straying lambkin bleats, Which pitying Echo soft repeats; Anear the querulous, strident cries That tell of insect lullabies. Then long, grey shadows take command And beckon with mysterious hand Till falls a deep, expectant hush, And then—the song of a single thrush. The flowers and grasses bow the head, Like children when their prayer is said, While I with heart and soul rejoice That a perfect day hath found its voice. —M. E. Dissette. BERRIES OF THE WOODS. There are no flowers to make the earth gay in winter, but the berries, vivid, scarlet, like a note of exclamation or emphasis, light up the somber browns and grays of the woods and marshes. Jack-in-the-pulpit now shows a brilliant cluster, the Uncle Spadix completely hidden by the flaming berries. It is as if Jack had forsaken his pulpit altogether and turned to a rollicking life in the world. We know quite well without seeing the birds feed on any special variety of berry that they like them, for in the economy of thrifty Dame Nature these vivid colors of the outer cases are signals—calls to a feast, with the prudent condition that thus the seeds shall be carried abroad.