These projections or red clouds, mysterious and unexpected as they were to men who directed their attention for the first time to the purely physical phenomena concerned, were in fact, after all, nothing altogether new. The descriptions given by astronomers of earlier eclipses of the sun had been forgotten or overlooked. Stannyan, for instance, in his relation of that of the 20th May, 1706, says, “The egress of the sun from the moon’s disk was preceded on its left rim, during an interval of six or seven seconds, by the appearance of a bloodred streak;” and Nassenius, during a total eclipse of the sun observed on the 13th of May, 1733, mentions having seen “several red spots, three or four in number, without the periphery of the moon’s disk, one of them being larger than the others, and consisting, as it were, of three parallel parts inclining toward the moon’s disk.” It is clear, therefore, that earlier observers had witnessed the same phenomenon, although they were unable to offer any explanation of it. It seems, however, no unreasonable conclusion to come to, that these projections or red clouds, as well as the halo with its pencils of light before spoken of, are something without the proper solar photosphere, but not forming, as this does, one connected mass of light. What further can be known concerning this _something_ must be left to future ages to discover. THE HOUSEHOLD JEWELS. (FROM DICKENS’S HOUSEHOLD WORDS.) A traveler, from journeying In countries far away, Repassed his threshold at the close Of one calm Sabbath day; A voice of love, a comely face, A kiss of chaste delight, Were the first things to welcome him On that blessed Sabbath night. He stretched his limbs upon the hearth, Before its friendly blaze, And conjured up mixed memories Of gay and gloomy days; And felt that none of gentle soul, However far he roam, Can e’er forego, can e’er forget, The quiet joys of home. “Bring me my children!” cried the sire, With eager, earnest tone; “I long to press them, and to mark How lovely they have grown; Twelve weary months have passed away Since I went o’er the sea, To feel how sad and lone I was Without my babes and thee.” “Refresh thee, as ’tis needful,” said The fair and faithful wife, The while her pensive features paled, And stirred with inward strife; “Refresh thee, husband of my heart, I ask it as a boon; Our children are reposing, love; Thou shalt behold them soon.” She spread the meal, she filled the cup, She pressed him to partake; He sat down blithely at the board, And all for her sweet sake; But when the frugal feast was done, The thankful prayer preferred, Again affection’s fountain flowed; Again its voice was heard.