Hartford, January, 1928.

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4 Story efthe Past, Present, and .Futme--s Vols.

 An early copy of this work, justly.itIs he- lieved, ascribed to very distinguished wri- ter in the varied walks of literature, has been published in England.

 4 Ikeatre destroyed at Rome by fire, may be, just now, an appropriate extract.

 : Rome was an ocean of flame. Height and depth were covered with red surges, that rol- led before the blast like an endless tide. The pillows burst up the sides of the hills, which they turned into instant volcanoes. exploding volumes of smoke and fire then plunged in- to the depths in hundred glowing cataracts. then climbed and consumed again. The dis tant sound of the city in her convuIsi0n, went to the soul. The air was filled with the stea- dy roar of the advancing flame, the crash of falling houses, and the hideous out cry of tho myriads flying through the streets, or sur rounded and perishing in the confagra- ton.

 All was clamOr, violent struggle, and ,help- less death. Men and women of the highest rank were on foot, trampled by the rabble that had then lost all respect of conditiOns.-- One dense mass of miserable fife, irresistible from its weight,crushed by the narrow streets, and scOrched by the flames aver their heads, rolled thro' the gates like an endless stream of black lava.

 "The fire had originally broken out upon the Palatine, and hot smokes that wrapped and half blinded us. hung ihicksas night upon the wrecks of payilions and palaces but the