on the floor. Four figures, in elevated niches,
were of gigantic dimensions, and appeared to be
the judges of this Celestial Hades. The fiends
whose business it was to torment figurative
Chinese for their earthly sins, were all painted
black, and grinned horribly.

Horror number one, is a miniature castle on
fire, and, in the midst of the flames, which issue
from the tower, there stick up the legs of an
unfortunate sinner, supposed to be roasting below,
head downward: while the smoke rises through
a hole in the flat roof of the furnace to a mill
above, where two fiends are assiduously grinding
it into men, women, animals, birds, and fishes,
who are repeopling the world as fast as
possible. Horror number two, is the figure of a
woman confined by upright posts, who is being
sawn asunder. Horror number three, is a victim,
over whom a fiend is directing the stroke of an
immense hammer. Number four, an officious
demon cutting out the tongue of a woman, who
sheds red tears. Number eight, is a jagged
rock, whence luckless mortals hurl themselves
from before fiends armed with clubs: all falling
upon sharp-pointed stakes, where they are
fianlly entwined by expectant serpents. Of the
ninth horror, the victims swing on hooks. In
the eleventh, a man is being crushed between two
grindstones. In the next horror, there is set
forth a huge pot of molten liquid, on the surface
of which skulls and bones are floating; a demon
has another victim ready to be cast into the
broth. The last of the horrors represents a
woman bound by iron rings to a red-hot stove-pipe.
After this, there is shown a crowd of
beings crossing a neatly-constructed wooden
bridge. A demon stands with terrible grimace
to obstruct the passage of some, while the rest
hurry by him safely, with upraised hands and
thankful faces. In the water, some are swimming
for their lives; others are being devoured by
immense water-snakes.

In the last room visited, there sat on his canopied
throne the emperor, in white gloves, his face
plentifully bedaubed with paint, and his person
dressed in garments of all hues. In the whole
temple there were three or four hundred images.

GENSERIC.

GENSERIC, King of the Vandals, who, having laid
waste seven lands,
From Tripolis far as Tangier, from the sea to the
Great Desert sands,
Was lord of the Moor and the African, thirsting
anon for new slaughter,
Sail'd out of Carthage, and sail'd o'er the Mediterranean
water,
Plunder'd Palermo, seized Sicily, sack'd the Lucanian
coast,
And paused, and said, laughing, "Where next?"

               Then there came to the Vandal a Ghost
From the Fashionless Land that lies hid and
unknown in the Darkness Below,
And answer'd, "To Rome."

                Said the King to the Ghost, "And whose envoy art thou?
Whence art thou? and name me his name that hath
sent thee: and say what is thine."
"From far. And His name that hath sent me is
God," said the Spectre, "and mine
Was Hannibal once, ere thou wast: and the name
that I now have is Fate.
But arise, and be swift, and return; for God waits,
and the moment is late."
Then "I go," said the Vandal: and went.

               When at last to the gates he was come,
Loud he knock'd with his fierce iron fist. And full-drowsily
answer'd him Rome,
"Who is it that knocketh so loud? Get thee hence:
let me be: for 'tis late."
"Thou art wanted," cried Genseric. "Open! His
name that hath sent me is Fate.
And mine, who knock late, Retribution."

               Rome gave him her glorious things,
The keys she had conquer'd from kingdoms, the
crowns she had wrested from kings,
And Genseric bore them away into Carthage, avenged
thus on Rome,
And paused, and said, laughing, "Where next?"

              And again the Ghost answered him, " Home!
For now God doth need thee no longer."
              "Where leadest thou me by the hand?"
Cried the King to the Ghost. And the Ghost
answer'd, "Into the Fashionless Land."

COURT-MARTIAL.

BY the side of a road, right face to the camp
at Aldershott, with a flagstaff and flag flying, is
a plain little hall, with beaked roof and a small
pair of wings. It is enclosed in a small bit of
planted ground. There is a group of red-coats
within the enclosure, and, at the gate, an
apple-stall. This is the club-house, and it is
one of the days of the great Aldershott court-martial
there being held. I pass through a side-door
into a little space behind a barrier—space
occupied by a small crowd of about forty soldiers,
who are to-day the general public present at the
court-martial.

Immediately in front of the barrier at the
lower end of the long room is placed the busy
line of reporters. What do they see to report?
A room of good height, narrow in proportion
to its length, a club-room that might serve as a
little ball-room, with a couple of glass chandeliers
hung from the roof, and brackets against
the side-walls for lights and ornaments or
flowers, and with divers doors into the little
side-rooms. Behind the reporters' barrier are
the general public. At the upper end, where
the wall is adorned with looking-glass, there
is another small piece cut off the length of the
room, and furnished with chairs for the special
public of officers and persons notable in military
eyes. Between these publics of the upper and
the lower classes, the space that remains is still
long in proportion to its breadth, and down the
middle of it comes the long table for the fifteen
officers forming the court-martial. The President
sits at the upper end, with an orderly
standing at his elbow. The other officers have
paper and pens before them. At the lower end
of the long table, stands the witness under
examination; and, upon the table at the witnesses'