laborious task. Till morning she might feel
ill and weary.

She lay down and never stirred. To move
hand or foot, or even so. much as one finger,
would have been an exertion beyond the
powers of either volition or motion. She was
so tired, so stunned, that she thought she
never slept at all; her feverish thoughts
passed and repassed the boundary between
sleeping and waking, and kept their own
miserable identity. She could not be alone,
prostrate, powerless as she was,—a cloud of
faces looked up at her, giving her no idea of
fierce vivid anger, or of personal danger, but
a deep sense of shame that she should thus
be the object of universal regard—a sense of
shame so acute that it seemed as if she would
fain have burrowed into the earth to hide
herself, and yet could not escape out of that
unwinking glare of many eyes.

CHIP.

OUR RUSSIAN RELATIONS.

MR. J. T. DANSOX tells us, in a paper
recently read before the Statistical Society on
Our Commerce with Russia, that, while
Great Britain exports goods to the annual
value of sixty shillings for every inhabitant,
and France to the value of thirty-three
shillings per individual, the shipments from
Russia amount to no more than four shillings
and twopence per head. It is especially
interesting at this time to understand our own
trading relations with Russia, since the war
must affect the price of the articles derived
from that source. Her principal exports to
Great Britain are grain and flour to the
value of three and a half millions sterling per
annum; tallow two and a quarter millions;
flax and linseed two and a half millions;
hemp one million; sundries one million.
Total, ten and a quarter millions. On the
other hand the Russian people are customers
to us for not more than four millions in value;
the difference or balance of trade being made
up to them by remittances in cash.

By observing of what these four millions
worth of goods are composed, and in what
manner they are distributed for consumption,
we obtain some insight into the physical
welfare of the Russian people. About one
third of these imports is composed of tropical
or southern produce, and is entirely
consumed by the nobility of the land. Another
third is equally imported for their behoof,
and consists of manufactured goods of silk,
cotton, linen and wool: the nobles scorning
to use the home-made fabrics, pay no regard to
the enormous prohibitory duties levied on
these imports. Another third is made up of
salt, which finds its way amongst both rich and
poor, and of raw materials, such as cotton,
silk, and dyes, for the supply of the highly
protected native manufactures. It is therefore
not without justice that the remark has
been made by a writer on Russia, that the
peasantry produce the exports and the
nobility consume the imports.

The exports from Russia to this country
are tallow, to the extent of seventy-two per
cent of our entire imports of that article;
flax in the proportion of sixty-six per
cent; hemp in the proportion of sixty-two
per cent, and grain at the rate of fourteen
per cent. The supplies of Russian flax have
increased of late years at the rate of only
five per cent, our other foreign supplies
having augmented by forty per cent; and
whilst Russian tallow has decreased by twenty
per cent, other tallows have increased one
hundred per cent.

BULLFROG.

I CLAIM to be a free-born Briton. I have
been told I am, so many times, by so many
different persons, from so many platforms,
newspaper columns, and honourable houses, to
which honourable gentlemen come down on
purpose to tell me that I am free and a Briton,
that I have grown quite to believe in my
freedom and my British birth. I believe in
them implicitly and without reservation.

I say, I am a free-born Briton, and I
am proud of it. I pay my taxes,—a few with
pleasure, more with reluctance, some with
grumbling and aversion; but I do pay them,
all, somehow. I know that my house is my
castle; that the blackest bondsman landing
on my shores becomes free; that my
representative system does (in a certain bungling
manner) represent me, my wife and children,
my wants and wishes; that my ministers
only hold office during good behaviour; that
my press is free as the air I breathe; that
the Queen cannot shut me out of her parks
(even if she wished to do so, of any such
intention of doing which I entirely acquit the
illustrious lady); that the Woods and Forests,
cannot shut me out of Westminster Hall, nor
the sheriffs out of the gallery of the Old
Bailey,—at least that they cannot legally do
so, though they do shut me out from time to
time on the pretexts of half-crowns, interesting
murder trials, &c. I know that I am.
legally free and independent; that I have a.
legal guardian in the Lord Chancellor, and three
legal nursing mothers in the Poor Law
Commissioners; that all in this great Res Publica
is done for me and by me—The People.

It is because I know this, and have read
and sung Rule Britannia, chorusing till I was
hoarse that Britons never, never, never will
be slaves, that I am determined not to submit
to the tyranny of BULLFROG. Who is Bullfrog
I should like to know, that he is to
dictate to me how I am to act and speak and
think; whom I am to like and dislike; what
I am to read and write; what I am to eat,
drink, and avoid; whom I am to recognise and