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longer be by trustees as voluntary work- Fourteenth Street was 353,421. All purmen without pay, as was possible when it chases of works of art have been made exwas down town. A director and assist- clusively by private subscription among ants, a larger number of watchmen and the members. The number of subscribers workmen day and night, a vastly increased to these objects is indicated by the memwinter expense for fuel, longer and there-bership. These ladies and gentlemen, less fore more expensive cartage for each object in the loan exhibition-these are some of the annual burdens. But the institution needs, above all, the means of increasing its possessions for public in struction.

The appropriations of the British government in the year 1873 alone for art institutions, art explorations, art purchases for public instruction, and art schools for the young, were over a million and a half dollars. Nor was this an unusual year. England finds such expenditures a hundred times repaid in those industries which enrich her capitalists and employ her arti

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than 375 in all, have contributed from time to time, for the purchase of various objects, $324,675. Donations of works of art have been made to the Museum, the total value of which is estimated at $74,245. The annual expenses have been met in part by the receipts for annual memberships, the price of which is fixed at ten dollars.

A few ladies and gentlemen have thus given to the American public a museum of art which, by its possession of the Cypriote collections of Cesnola, takes rank among the most important museums of the world. It is without a dollar in its treasury for the purchase of another object. It should have an annual income assured for its extension. With proper appreciation by the people whom it instructs, its progress for the ten years to come should be at least as great as during the ten years past. It is to be a free museum to all at least four days in each week, for visit, study, and copying works of art in all departments.

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“SALGAMA CONDITA."

SHALL always persist in thinking it the coziest fruit-room in England, and you would have concurred with me had you seen it that ripe October day, when the slant beams of the afternoon sun were sifted through warm red curtains, which glowed like slices of some luscious jelly, and glinted through the honeycomb

The Museum of Art, incorporated in April, 1870, opened its doors to the public in its permanent location just ten years after it was created. During this time it has accumulated treasures very much beyond all reasonable expectations of its founders. In 1873 the Park Department was authorized by the Legislature to expend a sum not exceeding thirty thousand dollars per annum for the keeping, preservation, and exhibition of the collections of the Museum of Natural History and the Museum of Art. In pursuance of this authority, the Museum of Art has from time to time reported to the Park Department a class of its expenses which were properly included under this provision, which have been paid by the department. But these were only a portion of the an-shaped panes above the little lead-set nual expenses. So long as the Museum was in Fourteenth Street it was opened free to the public at first one and afterward two days in each week. It was hoped that a reasonable revenue might come from a generous public who would willingly pay the twenty-five cents admission fee on the close days. But the chief reward of this arrangement has been in the manifest pleasure and profit of the crowds on the free days. In 1878 the total number of visitors was 29,932, of whom 26, 137 were on free days, and 3795 paid for admission. The receipts from this source did not pay cartage and other expenses attending the borrowing and return of articles in the loan exhibition. The total number of visitors for six years in

glasses not of the dead sea-water-color of ordinary cheap glass, but mellow and yellow as honey itself. The room which the sunlight flooded with such a glory of ruby and amber was irregular in shape, having its corners cut off by a fire-place and various cupboards with glass doors. No gloomy array of theological volumes was ranked behind these doors, but a goodly array of jars and cans, bottles and boxes, bearing labels suggestive of good things, or giving through their translucent sides a mouth-watering view of preserved damsons, tamarinds, plantains, sapodillas, medlars, peaches, quinces, apricots, citron, and cranberry. How they glowed, like the gems of Aladdin's garden, through all the gamut of red

and yellow, from pale strawberry syrup, | flasks and Turkish spice-boxes. But Mrs. through ruby currant jelly, to Ethiop blackberry jam, and from straw-colored nectarines to orange marmalade and flamecolored pomegranates! Then the dried fruits from the Indies-dates and raisins, with figs, and other strange fruits with unpronounceable names, Zante currants, and purple prunes. Here were queer pots with Oriental decoration, containing preserved ginger, japanned boxes filled with the tea of the mandarins, wicker-covered

Honeyman's specialty was evidently pickles. Here were jars of sweet pickles of her own manufacture, with chowchow and catsups, olives, limes, and mangoes, gherkins, Spanish onions, piccalilli, capers, nasturtiums, and mushrooms. Evidently either the Rev. Mr. Honeyman or his spouse had been very fond of pickles. I say had been, for when I saw the fruitroom it was shown me by their descendants, the Rev. Mr. and Mrs. Honeyman

Honeyman delighted to sit here surround- | characters, were the words, "Salgama

formed and cherished for all the lovely members of your charming family. That friendship has blossomed into esteem and love for yourself, which I humbly trust may be reciprocated and perpetuated in the ties of matrimony. A period has now arrived when, if ever, I shall be able to fulfill the duties of a citizen, a householder, and a husband. While my mind and outward circumstances are thus situated, you will not, I trust, think me too hasty if I request as speedy a gratification of my hopes as is consistent with the proprieties of the

situation.

"Should your decision be favorable to my pretensions, you will kindly hand me a written assurance of the same as soon as circumstances will allow, and I will then do myself the pleasure of addressing your honored father.

"I am, dear lady, your very obliged friend and humble servant, SYLVANUS HONEYMAN.

"To the Honorable Mistress Tarleton, Government House, Fredericton, New Brunswick."

This was the letter. Since it had apparently met with success, I wondered much that the Rev. Mr. Honeyman should have suggested its involving him in a sweet pickle.

Becoming subsequently intimately connected with the grandchildren of the writer of the letter, the explanation was given me in the story of their reverend ancestor's life in the new colony of New Brunswick. As I have changed the names, I feel it no breach of confidence to give to the world the somewhat peculiar history of Mr. Honeyman.

PART I.-HIS SISTERS-IN-LAW.

possessed by his eldest daughter, Deborah, quaint mixture of the housewife and theologian! Even the Bishop enjoyed a discussion with her, and her cheeks would glow and her eyes sparkle until she was nearly as handsome as her younger sisters, while she discussed Pelagianism so ably with him from behind the coffeeurn-her place since the death of his loved wife ten years agone.

His look of amusement changed to one of pride as his glance fell on Pen's portrait, painted by Gainsborough; for Pen was the beauty of the family, and she carried her head as though already a coronet rested upon it, and he remembered how she had entertained the most distinguished personages at his home in Brompton Row, in a way that made them grateful for her condescension.

Peggy, his third daughter, was by nature an artist; the very wools knotted negligently together, and lying on her crewel-frame, were selected with such nice taste that they presented a pleasant study in harmony of color.

The Governor was proud of Debby, of Pen and Peggy, but Dolly was his favorite, for hers was the most affectionate nature. He could see no reminder of her now but a volume of verses half hidden under the sofa cushion, and—yes, that twisted and partly burned billet-doux on the hearth could have been left there by no one but sentimental and imprudent Dolly.

Patty, the youngest and least attractive of the sisters, was just fourteen, and as yet manifested no penchant except for the nibbling of dainties. Her pockets gummed together with sweets, and her passage from room to room easily traced by a trail of nut shells, apple cores, and cake crumbs, she was at once the despair of her father and of orderly Debby.

It was on a bright Sunday of a chilly New Brunswick June that the Governor of the then new province shut himself in his sunny south parlor, secure of a quiet morning while the girls were at church. Dozing in his great lazy-chair, with the vista of the graperies seen through the glass door, he could, with a volume of Petrarch in his hand, fancy himself in Avignon; for the Governor was a scholar and a traveller, and his daughters shared his tastes. He felt a pleasant sense of companionship in the room in which he sat, for there were reminders of his daughters all about him. Here was Debby's low sewing-chair, with a figure holding a distaff in marquetry let into the back, the The girls fluttered into the room after word "Diligentia" beneath, and by its service, chattering with bewildering unaside her orderly little work-basket, with animity. The Governor listened with a puzcopy of Jeremy Taylor's Ductor Dubitan- zled expression; he could only make out tium slipped between a pair of his own that this was a protest against the sermon. hose, neatly darned by Debby's nimble "So unphilosophical," said Debby, smoothfingers. The Governor smiled as he no- ing the satin strings of her puce-colored ticed the odd juxtaposition. What a sub- hat, and setting every fibre of its handtle, logical, metaphysical mind was that some ostrich plume in place with careful

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The Governor described his five daughters, by saying that Debby was dogmatic, Pen aristocratic, Peggy artistic, Dolly romantic, and Patty nothing if not gastronomic.