The member of this species best known to British botanists is the sundew. The leaves of this plant resemble in shape a flat spoon, and the surface of their blades is covered with stout, erect, hair-like objects, each with a roundish head, which is surrounded with a sticky fluid. Flies are the usual prey of the sundew. When one of these insects touches the blade of a leaf of the plant, the sticky points detain it, and the edges of the blade begin bending towards the centre, and continue to so fold themselves until the fly is entirely enveloped by them. After remaining in this position for many hours, or even days, the leaf gradually resumes its original shape, and an examination will show that nothing remains of the fly but the hard parts--as the wings, outer skin, &c. The rest of the insect has been dissolved in the sticky secretions, and absorbed by the plant. Several of these plants have been placed near one another, and some have been covered by fine gauze, so that no flies could be caught by their leaves. The superiority of the plants that have been left in their natural state has clearly proved that a supply of animal food is not only advantageous, but almost necessary to them. (See Psalm civ. 24.) "DRAW ME." "_No man can come to Me except the Father, which hath sent Me, draw him._"--JOHN vi. 44. "_Him that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out._"--JOHN vi. 37. "_I am the Door._"--JOHN x. 9. "_Draw me, we will run after Thee._"--SOLOMON'S SONG i. 4. Oh, draw me, Holy Father, For in Thy Word I read That they who go to Jesus With all their guilt and need, Are certainly attracted By Thy almighty power, To find a happy entrance Through heaven's Living Door. The world, which once did furnish The trifles I desired, Now gives no satisfaction; There's something else required: The devil would allure me With charms by him designed To cry, "Peace! peace!" but cannot Relieve my troubled mind. I see no place of refuge To which I may retreat; No home, or kindly shelter, To rest my weary feet. Where shall I go? where _can_ I? Dear Saviour, hear my plea-- "Draw me, and I'll run gladly; Yes, draw me unto Thee." A. B. A BRAVE RESCUE. It is only within the last few weeks that particulars have been published in the Swiss papers of a brave rescue effected on Mount St. Bernard on the night of the last Sunday in November. While a violent snow-storm was in progress, Grand, the manager of the hospice, noticed that his own special dog that was alone with him in his room became very restless, and made signs to him to go out. He took the lantern and fog-horn, and went out on the mountain, the dog leading him. In a very short time he heard a call and groaning, and, helped by the dog, dug out of the snow an Italian, whom he carried on his back into the hospice.