Three months after they were married, to the indignant amazement of the minister’s congregation. It almost cost him his pulpit, but he held on and triumphed. There is no reason to believe that he ever repented of his choice, or, rather, of Nance’s. To be sure, she had kidnapped him by a lie; but perhaps she had wiped it out by fifty years of honest affection. On that point, however, I, who tell the tale, will not dogmatize. [Illustration] SONG. BY THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES. From “Torrismond,” Sc. iii. _How many times do I love thee, dear?_ _Tell me how many thoughts there be_ _In the atmosphere_ _Of a new fall’n year,_ _Whose white and sable hours appear_ _The latest flake of eternity--_ _So many times do I love thee, dear._ _How many times do I love, again?_ _Tell me how many beads there are_ _In a silver chain_ _Of evening rain_ _Unravelled from the tumbling main_ _And threading the eye of a yellow star--_ _So many times do I love again._ FOUR HUNDRED DEGREES BELOW ZERO. AN INTERVIEW WITH PROFESSOR JAMES DEWAR. BY HENRY J. W. DAM. The science of chemistry, like that of geography, has its undiscovered North Pole. Four hundred and sixty-one degrees below the freezing point of the Fahrenheit thermometer (−274° C.) lies a mysterious, specially indicated degree of cold which science has long been gazing toward and striving to attain, wondering meanwhile what may be the conditions of matter at this unexplored point. Its existence has long been indicated and its position established in two different ways, viz., the regularly diminishing volumes of gases, and the steady falling off in the resistance made by pure metals to the passage through them of electricity under increasing degrees of cold. This point, to which both these processes tend as an ultimate, is called the zero of absolute temperature. By more than one eminent observer it is supposed to be the temperature of inter-stellar space, the normal temperature of the universe. Whether or not this supposition be correct, the efforts which have been made and are still in progress to reach this degree of cold have been many, diverse, and ingenious; the equipment of the explorer being not boats, condensed foods, and the general machinery of ice exploration, but all the varied resources of mechanics and of chemistry which can be combined to compass the extremest degrees of cold.