Even among those who from their ages are to be classed in Russia as productive, great allowance must be made for physical incapacity. A large number of the men are afflicted with deformity or disease: many of them can scarcely drag themselves along. Out of 174,000 men brought up from the villages to recruiting centres to supply the annual contingent (84,000 men) of 1868, more than one-fourth (44,000) were rejected for disease and other physical defects, not inclusive of short stature. In Prussia, the other principal European country where women are compelled to field-work, out of every 1000 men liable to military service in 1864, no less than 467 were rejected for disease and other physical defects, not inclusive of short stature. These are the heroes whom female slavery brings forth! Woman is an invalid, says Michelet, therefore she must not work. Woman is not an invalid, therefore she is willing to work, and does work. But that work has its proper sphere at the domestic hearth; and so long as fortune does not lift the family above the cares of daily want, or genius elevate the individual to the rank of teacher or leader, there should it be suffered to remain. ALEXANDER DELMAR. SPRING JOY The wet red glebe shines in the April light, The gray hills deepen into green again; The rainbow hangs in heaven; thin vapors white Drift o'er the blue, and freckle hill and plain With many moving shades; the air is strong With earth's rich exhalations after rain. Like a new note breaks forth the ancient song Of spring-tide birds, with fresh hope, fresh delight. Low o'er the fields the marsh-hawk sails along; Aloft small flocks of pigeons wing their flight; Alive with sound and movement is the air; The short young grass with sunlight rain is bright; The cherry trees their snow-white garlands wear; The garden pranks itself with leaf and flower; Quick with live seeds the patient earth lies bare. Oh joy! to see in this expectant hour The spirit of life, as on creation's day, Striving toward perfect form! No fear hath power, No sense of failure past hath strength to sway The immortal hope which swells within the breast, That this new earth matures not toward decay, But toward a beauty hitherto unguessed, A harvest never dreamed. These mild bright skies, This lovely uncompleted world, suggest A powerful joy, a thrill of high surprise, Which no fruition ever may inspire, Albeit each bud should flower, each seed should rise. EMMA LAZARUS. HOW LADY LOUISA MOOR AMUSED HERSELF. I.