and other vegetables on the island; that fowls should be introduced, and that pressed vegetables and lime juice might be issued when no fresh vegetables are procurable. Judging from the amount of clothing worn, the doctor thinks the people are more likely to suffer from excess than from the other extreme, for, on September 14th, 1884, with the thermometer sixty-eight degrees Fahrenheit in the shade, he found a healthy adult male wearing “a thick tweed waistcoat, with flannel back and sleeves, two thick flannel undervests, tweed trousers, a flannel shirt, flannel drawers, boots, and stockings, Tam o’ Shanter cap, and a thick, scarlet worsted muffler around his neck.” The furniture he found scanty, and very rough, and the houses very dirty. St. Kilda is not a desirable retreat, for Dr. Acheson reports that at present there are no games nor music in the island, and--strangest fact of all in this official document--“whistling is strictly forbidden.”’ A FASHIONABLE LADY’S LIFE. There is a little poem by Dean Swift, published by him in Dublin, in 1728, and reprinted in London, in 1729. Its price was only fourpence, and it is called, ‘The Journal of a Modern Lady, in a Letter to a Person of Quality.’ It is so small, that it is absolutely lost in the Dean’s voluminous works, yet it is very amusing, and, as far as I can judge (having made an especial study of the Social Life of the Eighteenth Century), it is not at all exaggerated; and for this reason I have ventured to reproduce it. It is borne out in similar descriptions both in the early and latter portions of the century; as, for instance, in ‘The English Lady’s Catechism,’ 1703, of which the following is a portion: HOW DO YOU EMPLOY YOUR TIME NOW? ‘I lie in Bed till Noon, dress all the Afternoon, Dine in the Evening, and Play at Cards till Midnight.’ ‘How do you spend the Sabbath?’ ‘In Chit-Chat.’ ‘What do you talk of?’ ‘New Fashions and New Plays.’ ‘How often do you go to Church?’ ‘Twice a year or oftener, according as my Husband gives me new Cloaths.’ ‘Why do you go to Church when you have new Cloaths?’ ‘To see other People’s Finery, and to show my own, and to laugh at those scurvy, out-of-fashion Creatures that come there for Devotion.’ ‘Pray, Madam, what Books do you read?’ ‘I read lewd Plays and winning Romances.’ ‘Who is it you love?’ ‘Myself.’ ‘What! nobody else?’ ‘My Page, my Monkey, and my Lap Dog.’ ‘Why do you love them?’ ‘Why, because I am an English lady, and they are Foreign Creatures: my Page from Genoa, my Monkey from the East Indies, and my Lap Dog from Vigo.’ ‘Would they not have pleased you as well if they had been English?’ ‘No, for I hate everything that Old England brings forth, except it be the temper of an English Husband, and the liberty of an English Wife. I love the French Bread, French Wines, French Sauces, and a French Cook; in short, I have all about me French or Foreign, from my Waiting Woman to my Parrot.’ ‘How do you pay your debts?’