It has been frequently pointed out that our coal-fields are not inexhaustible; but they doubtless contain a sufficient supply for hundreds of years to come. Long before the supply is likely to run short, other sources of nature will be largely drawn upon. These are the winds, waterfalls, tides, and the motion of the waves. The two former have to some extent been utilized; but little or nothing has been done or attempted with the latter. Before these can be to any extent made use of, means must be devised for storing energy in the form of electricity; a problem which is now being vigorously attacked, but as yet without much practical success. That electricity has a great future before it cannot for a moment be doubted.—_Chambers’s Journal._ BEYOND THE HAZE. A WINTER RAMBLE REVERIE. The road was straight, the afternoon was gray, The frost hung listening in the silent air; On either hand the rimy fields were bare; Beneath my feet unrolled the long, white way, Drear as my heart, and brightened by no ray From the wide winter sun, whose disc reclined In distant copper sullenness behind The broken network of the western hedge— A crimson blot upon the fading day. Three travellers went before me—one alone— Then two together, who their fingers nursed Deep in their pockets; and I watched the first Lapse in the curtain the slow haze had thrown Across the vista which had been my own. Next vanished the chill comrades, blotted out Like him they followed, but I did not doubt That there beyond the haze the travellers Walked in the fashion that my sight had known. Only “beyond the haze;” oh, sweet belief! That this is also Death; that those we’ve kissed Between our sobs, are just “beyond the mist;” An easy thought to juggle with to grief! The gulf seems measureless, and Death a thief. Can we, who were so high, and are so low, So clothed in love, who now in tatters go, Echo serenely, “Just beyond the haze,” And of a sudden find a trite relief? —_Cornhill Magazine_. MRS. MONTAGU. Matthew Robinson, of West Layton in Yorkshire, married when he was eighteen, and before he was forty found himself father of a numerous family—seven sons and two daughters. His wife, whose maiden name was Drake, had inherited property in Cambridgeshire, and this seems to have been the cause of their settling at Cambridge about the year 1727. They may also have been induced to do so from the fact that Dr. Conyers Middleton, Mrs. Robinson’s step-father, held the office of Public Librarian there. Conyers Middleton became subsequently celebrated by his “Life of Cicero”; but at this time he was chiefly known as the malignant enemy of the learned Bentley, Master of Trinity College, and as the author of various polemical tracts and treatises.