From a Student in Adelaide. I am a student in the University of Adelaide. One of our professors is Dr Stirling, who is much interested in Central Australian discovery. A short time since he told us some facts about an investigation he helped to make in connection with an exploring party, two or three years ago. Perhaps it will interest American readers, for I read that in your country there was a race of people who lived there before Europeans came. That race is dying out, is it not? The Australian aborigines are, at any rate. Here is the account related by Dr. Stirling, as I copied it in my note-book. He read it from a circular sent out by a scientific society, but he helped to prepare the circular, and he has helped also to explore some parts of unknown Australia. "The present inhabitant of Australian wilds is a descendant of a stone age. He still fashions his spear from flint. History he knows none. He has no traditions even, and a poorer and more meagre language than any savage known even in Africa. He is a savage brute in the form of a man. He is jolly, laughs much, has a good eye, and has never yet been known to wash. He has no private ownership of land, save the dirt on his own body. He does not till the soil, but lives on roots and game. He lives in a climate that affords a 15° Fah. temperature, yet he never uses the skins of animals for clothing and rarely makes a fire. He goes about perfectly nude, and eats his food raw. He has no religious belief whatever, and has little or no sense of honor or of truth. Attempts to civilize him prove disastrous failures. He is being 'civilized' off the face of the earth, I am sorry to say, and soon only his flints will remain. I hope this will interest you." F. B. VAN BRAAGEN. ADELAIDE. It is of much interest. Please tell us about the University of Adelaide. * * * * * Kinks. No. 59.--FOR YOUNG MATHEMATICIANS. We once knew a professor at college who declared that when a pupil had mastered addition he had mastered half of arithmetic. To prove his assertion he gave this: Put down one hundred, then one, then five, then one, and then one hundred. What is the result? "207," some one said. Was that right? * * * * * No. 60.--A RIDDLE. I'm part of a city, and part of a ghost; I'm part of a little, and part of the most; I'm part of astrology, part of the light. Part of the battle as well as the fight. With murder, however, I've nothing to do; I shun all that's wicked, though not what's untrue. In fathers and mothers I'm sure to be found; In sisters and brothers I also abound. I'm crossed in affection as well as in wealth; I'm always with doctors, yet always in health. I know naught of hunger, but suffer with thirst, And I'm found with the best as well as the worst.