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Most of these manuscripts were on papyrus, or on a manufactured papyrus which might be called paper, and have long since been lost; but the three most ancient copies on parchment which are the pride of the Vatican, the Paris library, and the British Museum, are the work of the Alexandrian penmen.

"You can sit down in the Garden, and wait for the next car." "No; I would rather go back to the Art Museum, and make a fresh start." "To the Art Museum?" she murmured, tenderly. "Yes. Wouldn't you like to see it again?" "Again? I should like to pass my whole life in it!" "Well, walk back with me a little way. There's no hurry about the car."

It was a tapir, then, which they had heard taking his regular nightly bath, and regaling himself on the roots of the flags and nymphæ. Have you ever seen a tapir? Not a living one, I fancy; perhaps the skin of one in a museum. He is an interesting creature, for this reason that he is the largest land animal indigenous to South America.

Margrave was standing near the dancers, not joining them, but talking with a young couple in the ring. I drew him aside. "Come with me for a few minutes into the museum; I wish to talk to you." "What about, an experiment?" "Yes, an experiment." "Then I am at your service." In a minute more, he had followed me into the desolate dead museum. I looked round, but did not see Sir Philip.

A section of the tooth showing its cup-like shape. I have examined twelve of these rings in the British Museum, through the kindness of Sir Charles Read, P.S.A., the Keeper of Mediæval Antiquities, and four in the Ashmolean Museum at Oxford. Two of these are of chalcedony, with a figure of a toad roughly carved on the stone, and are of a character and origin different from the others.

My readers are probably familiar with Messrs. Huc and Gabet's account of a herd of these animals being frozen fast in the head-waters of the Yangtsekiang river. There is a noble specimen in the British Museum not yet set up, and another is preparing for exhibition in the Crystal Palace at Sydenham.

Eh? Tell me that?" "You exaggerate," I protested. "You take an extreme point of view." "I don't," he said. His contradictions would have made me angry, perhaps, were they not made in such a quiet tone of voice. "Take anything from its natural surroundings," he went on, "and it is meaningless. The dull-eyed men and women that wander through this Museum of yours are just killing time.

According to the political sentiments of the narrator would his tale be coloured, and a simple walking-stick would be clothed in Tarquin guilt for striking off heads of the upper ranks of Frenchmen till the blood of them topped the handle, or else wear hues of wonder, seem very memorable; fit at least for a museum.

It is a priceless boon to the inhabitants of Grahamstown to possess such an attractive and health-giving spot, for their recreation and enjoyment. I afterwards visited the Museum, where there is a most interesting and valuable collection of animal, vegetable, and mineral curiosities, both ancient and modern.

For fifty weeks together, it is no more than a show for tourists and a museum of old furniture; but on the fifty-first, behold the palace reawakened and mimicking its past.