The filtered liquor is then boiled by the aid of steam. When sufficiently tenacious it is poured into conical molds, and when solidified the stoppers are removed to allow the treacle to drain off. The loaves from the molds are then sugared, as it is called, by pouring over them a saturated sugar solution, which, by slowly percolating through them, carries with it coloring matter and other impurities without dissolving the sugar crystals. When a saturated aqueous solution of sugar is allowed to cool slowly it forms large, beautiful crystals known as sugar or rock candy. Caramel is burnt sugar; it has a peculiar odor and loses its sweet taste, becoming bitter. It is used largely as a coloring agent for coloring liquids. Sugar has innumerable uses. As an article of food it is not surpassed, though it cannot support life alone, because it contains no nitrogen. It is the important ingredient in candies, pastries, sweetened drinks, etc. Molasses and treacle are much used and must not be confounded with the sorghum molasses made from the sugarcane of the Central States. Molasses and treacle sometimes have a peculiar and to many a very objectionable flavor, due to impurities present. Molasses, as well as treacle, when fermented, gives rise to rum. The popular notion that sugar is injurious to teeth is without foundation. It has no action on teeth whatever. If anything it has anti-septic properties and preserves the teeth. It is, however, undoubtedly true that the excessive consumption of sweets, pastries in particular, is bad for the digestion, as externally manifested by a dirty complexion and skin eruptions. As a whole sugar by itself is not injurious; it is an excellent food, a heat producer and easily assimilated. Americans, especially the American youth, are the great sugar consumers of the world. In medicine sugar is employed to disguise the taste of disagreeable remedies and to coat pills. It has no direct curative properties in disease. Albert Schneider. DEATH OF THE FOREST MONARCH. Hark! heard you that wailing cry, sad and low? A nation mourning for their chief? Stricken and dead he lies, and blow by blow Is being stripp’d of limb and leaf; Now from his corse is ta’en the wreath, His just reward for battling many a year ’Gainst elements; mourn him! your grief, Ye trees, becomes the time; the world should hear Your requiem, and for him drop a tear. Each year the wild bird built its nest High in his crown, and would its young uprear: Centuries supreme the Forest Monarch ruled; but to Earth’s broad breast That nourished him, the ax brought his return. The Forest Monarch is at rest; All nature, save the human, seems to mourn. —George W. H. Phillips, Jr. Transcriber’s Notes --Created an eBook cover from elements within the issue.