All about the cottage-its floor, walls, furniture, and every thing—was remarkably clean and neat.

The young woman seemed anxious to have it understood that Elizabeth was not a Wesleyan, or a dissenter, but belonged to "the Church." Of course we said nothing to the contrary, but is there not internal evidence in the narrative, that Elizabeth attended a Wesleyan place of worship, by the poetry she quotes in her letters! But we all claim her, as a sister in Christ, greatly beloved. The Dairyman's Daughter was a christian-and this was her glory and her joy.

One other thing we noticed, which we would fain not mention, but from a sense of duty we must. A few pictures and representations of the cottage were produced, and we imagined we could discern a little disappointment when they were not purchased. As gently as we know how we allude to this delicate subject, being anxious that everything about this sacred spot should be pure from all suspicion of the spirit of the world. We left the cottage, not without casting

"A longing, lingering look behind,"

and as it faded away from our view amidst the now fastly falling shadows of the evening, we indulged the humble hope that one day we should meet its former pious inhabitant in that city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God.

THE picture on the opposite page represents a scene which is thus described :-A detachment of the 79th regiment, quartered not far from Coast Castle, had received an intimation for several nights of a lion being seen prowling under the walls of the fort. It appeared further, that he had not been satisfied with merely displaying his presence there, but, in one of his nightly rambles, had made a meal of a little negro child living in the neighbourhood of the fort. The parents of the poor child were, as you may suppose, in the greatest distress. Indeed all the negroes were in great consternation, as it frequently happens that when one lion has made a prey, several others soon follow him. The officers of the fort, who liked nothing better than an enterprise of this kind, soon made up their minds either to hunt or entrap him.

Their first plan was to satisfy themselves that there really was a lion in the neighbourhood. For this purpose they made a trap in a deep pit, over which they laid a light hurdle, covered with bamboos and earth. This hurdle was made to move on a pivot, so that if the lion stepped on it, he would fall into the pit. Over the pit they hung a sheep's head and pluck partly roasted. The officer whose turn it was to watch, took his

station where he could see what might occur at

the trap.

The night was pitchy dark, and the roarings of lions were distinctly heard from a neighbouring jungle. But the continual lightning enabled the officer to see in the distance, just under the fort, two lions stealing along with their bellies close to the ground, towards the trap. When the foremost got within three yards of the bait, he made a tremendous spring, and, while he jumped completely over the trap they had set, carried away the sheep's head and pluck, so temptingly hung up, in his claws. The lion and his companion soon disposed of the bait, which served only to whet their appetite for in the morning it was found they had broken into a mud hut belonging to the negroes, and carried off a couple of asses. The negroes therefore came to the fort gates begging the English to go with them and destroy the lions, which they were sure would be found in a jungle not four miles distant.

A party of the 79th were soon ready-it consisted of three officers, and half a dozen soldiers; these were accompanied by as many blacks, They followed the path the lions had made by dragging along their prey, and entering the jungle found, at no great distance from the entrance, the bones of the two asses off which the lions had

supped. Here they would have been quite at a loss, had they not brought a Scotch terrier with them, which gave indication of the track the lions had taken.

After half an hour's progress, they found themselves before a cave, overgrown with wild plants and shrubs, which, from certain appearances withont, seemed certain to be the lion's den. The little terrier, which had up to this time been so courageous, now refused to go forward, and, putting his tail between his legs, shrunk behind all the party. The question now arose, who should examine the cave to see if the lion was there. Captain Macleod undertook this service, and with his rifle ready cocked, and a pair of pistols in his girdle, went towards the mouth of the cave, where he saw the two lions sleeping, no doubt having stuffed themselves to repletion the night before. Unwilling to let such a good opportunity slip, he took aim at the nearest of the pair, and shot it through the head. This however awakened the other lion, which, with the swiftness of lightning, sprung upon the captain before he could get away from the mouth of the cave, felled him to the ground with one blow, and stood over him in the way you see in the picture.

The poor blacks ran away. One of them got