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THE CAPTAIN'S RIVAL.
V [ALL RIGHTS JRESEKVED.] THE CAPTAIN'S RIVAL. CHAPTER T. "Going to have a new curate? The deuce we fcre ? In imagination I see the laurels of victory already vanishing from my b: ow—forcibly dragged off by my irresistible rival." You are cleverer than I am then, for I have never seen them there at all." Possibly not. My extraordinary charms hava dazzled you and Miss Loftus' lip tilts her im- pertinent little nose Your conceit has blinded you. I shall be so glad if he is yonng and good-looking. It will do you all the benefit in life "You have been spoilt since you were here. All the girls—if some of them <}on t mind my calling them so run after you, and you are getting n- bearaftly vain." Captain nIagove looks genuinely nettled. I. You haven t. anyhow," he says, twisting his moustache fiercely1, ''tieither have. you erred on the side of over flattery." Now. what could I find to flatter you about ?" Miss Loftus queries absently. "Certainly not the amiability "of your expression at the .present moment." You wouldn't feel very amiable if I told you you were unbearably vain.' If I felt I desèted it; 1 should be very grate- ful to you for reproving me and endeavouring to aaake me see the error of my ways." No one ever enjoys being told of their faults." You a< mit you have a fault or two, do you ?" "You have taught me that undeniable fact. When I am with you I feel all defects and short- comings. I bristle with imperfections, so to speak. I am a mere grovelling earthy worm at your fQet." "I was under the delusion that you were stalk- ing beside me, holding yourself as stiffly as a poker, and scowling-as surely no meek, trodden- dowa worm ever scowled yet." Captain Blagrove relapses into angry silence, and Miss Loftus, taking into consideration that they are very near the gate where they will say good-bye, unbends a little We are actually quarreling," she says, stoop- ing to pick a daisy. How did we begin ?" With the interesting announcemont that Mr. Cooper has been summoned to London to see his lIick sister, that Bridgeman has revolted for the fiftieth time against the stagnation of Golderdale and bolted, and lastly, that old Cooper has kicked him out finally, and engaged a new beggar in his Btead ?" "All I remember. And you promptly became jealous and fancied the unknown substitute must of necessity be an irresistible Adonis, and even more fascinating than yourself." Miss Loftus finds that her sweetness costs her the daisy, and may lead to her hand being taken captiye unless she exercises considerable in- genuity. Is that Miss Maingay in the distance ?' she ftsks, raising her glasses, which she does not in the least require. Miss Maingay! Heavens and earth, let's run." I don't think it is she. after all," says Miss Loftus meanly retiring inside her own gate, out of reach of detention. That was clever of you—and nasty," Captain Blagrove remarks, coolly, resting his arms on the uncomfortable spikes at the top. Next time I shall prefer to see Miss Maingay for myself." MiSs Lofius nods a smiling "Good-bye," and tarns away- Miss Joftus Miss Loftus! wait a minute, I've Bot something most important to tell you; a message from my aunt." She returns with an expression of disbelief on her face. "Give me a second's grace. I want to get it fight; it would never do if I delivered it wrong. She sends you her love—and—and hopes you re quite wetl, and Mr. loftus and all the younger olive b anches the same, and-and-let. us make a compact. You promise not to flirt with the curate fellow, and ['11 vow and swear to find an occupation during my leave and drop lounging and idling about, as I know I've got into a sad habit of doing Good bye. My love to Lady Harlow, and many thanks for her kind message." dare say I fio strike her as an idle good-for- Bothins, muses Captain Blagrove, philosophically, watchingthe p int gown disappearing briskly up the avenue but if she'd come the crumpier I did at those steeplechases, she wouldn't feel up to much just yet i'll tell her of it some day, and Bhe 11 expire of remorse—and what in the world is one to do in a hole like Golderdale—at least it would be a hole if she wasn.t in it." It does make me so anry," says Miss Loftus, with a minute frown, to see him lounging about all day with his hands in his pockets. I wish I could sting some energy into him, and it .is so hard to scold him when he stares at one with that wickedly innocent look. He is really perfectedly enchanting. By the bye, I must tell him I don t like that tie he is wearing to-day." With a soft smile at the thought that such an announcement will cause the instant annihilation of the offending article, Miss Loftus runs lightly into the house, and is immediately taken posses- sion of bv a host of small brothers and sisters. Great is the juhlilation when it becomes known that Captain in grove has commissioned her to distribute a huge packet of chocolate drops amongst them and nobody grumbles when, after dealing out the drops one by one as long as they last, she signifies he;' intention of retaining the trumpe y gold and white cardboard box which contained them. The fact of Captain Blagrove having bought it and carried it bestows no particular merit upon it in their sight. Golderdale hardly deserves the appellation of ( hole' applied to it by Captain Blagrove. It is no better and cer ainly no worse than scores of Similar country villages. Two trains daily form a means of communica- tion with; what the aborigines term "the busy, restless, toiling, wicked world," and there is what they describe as most select society" to be enjoyed by those who a e considerate enough to allow the olde dalians to ferret out all par- ticulars as to the stranger's family, connections, income, etc. But woe betide those possessing a Secret capahle of bein: wrested from them by listening, watching, or prying. Residents soon learn that their affairs may be engrossing to themselves but ten times ten thousand times more all-absorbing are they to their neighbours. Months may erase the price you paid for • chicken f om your memory, or cause you to hesi- tate before asserting the Browns came to call on the 1st or 3rd of April last, but you need feel no .anxiety. Ask Miss Maineay. or if she is not at hand—an event, which has never happened yet-oonsult one of her numerous imitators and followers, and they will speedily inform you the chicken—it was such an unusually fine one cost one-and-sixpence, and the Browns were casually observed to enter your abode at half past four o'clock in the after- noon of the "nd of April and remain until five-and- twenty minutes past seven, which must surely have kept your tea waiting, did it not ? If you arfJRopretentious in you habits as to in- dulge in late dinner they will try to ferret out of YOU why the visitors were not invited to stop, uell them yon pressed the Browns to do so, but they were bound to be home again by a certain hour, or what o her reason may have prevented them accepting your kind invitation you may know of. It will come to the same thing in the end. Everyone will hear that supplies would have run short, or you had not knives and forks enough for such a large party. No incident is too trivial toimpresl itself in the substitute the Golderdalians possess for minds—but' then everything that happens in Golderdale is trivial. A stranger, nevertheless, must not hope to vie In interest with the residents, of whom Lady Harlow ranks first in wealth and importance. Barlow Hall, though less pretentious than its name would imply, « a charming place, and to the generosity of its owner Golderdale is mainly indebted for the perky little church which has only existed the last four years. Lady Harlow has done much for the village, but none of her good deeds have procured her euch eratitude as the happy accident of possess- ing a title and yet not thrusting the fact down throats of less favoured individuals as some similarly gifted have been known to do. Her ladyship has two weaknesses—an over- weening fondness for her nephew, and an almost equally passionate love or silver. Silver in every forro-from a rough lump of it; to the most; elaborately a chased and wrought articles. (jo|d and precious stones are nothmg to her; but show her an apostle spoon, or an antique armlet, and if she cannot buy l, and the owner will not part with it. she will mourn sincerely that the lamentable state ofpubhc morals forbids her to steal it. The pride apdjoy of her heart—after Captain Bla ti rove is a targe chamber literally crammed with e traor11 Ina ryand useless objects made of her beloved metal. Next on the; list is her nephew—the first cavalry man ever feenin Golderdale, according to local tradition and the cause of a vast deal of hatred aDd heartburnings amongst the goodly number tna); i •. atite yet unmarried damsels, who cannot un'Jei'stiUi'l why this should be so. ( r late there" has been more outward harmony in the troupe, most of them having bestowed all iheir superfluous venom on Miss Loftus, who has committed tho unpardonable crime of attracting aptain blagrove. and without an effort, though they would die sooner than confess this to be tha case. The vicar is an old man, a widower, whom they haveneversucceeded in inducing to try matrimony a Keoond time, and the late curate could never be induced even to look at them, being, as they ex- pressed it among themselves, a great unpolished Hut better times appear to be coming. Mr. Bridgeman has betaken himself off, having totally exhausted the long suffering vicars patience at last. The accounts of the new substitute are most promising, and "Miss Walter, milliner and dress- maker. costumes fashioned from the latest Journal," is worried out of her Jife to ger all the frocks she has undertaken, finished for riunday Miss Loftus cannot expect to monopolise both the only two eligible men obtainable, and if she does —— J t is not exactly understood what may be ex- pected to happen, but something very dreadful in- deed. he has already offended past forgiveness by being pretty to the verge of beauty and having a knack of making what she wears look fresher and nicer than exactly the same garments on anyone else. If they could find anything to say against her likely to disenchant Baptain Blag ove it would be quite different, but she is most abominably cautious not to let them find her out in any little peccadillos-as they aptly describe it. If they run in to Hawthorn Bank on some ex- cuse at an unearthly hour in the morning she is always up, neatly dressed and faultlessly tidy about the hair and shoes, either reading quietly by her father or serving out rations to the seven restless little bodies of various sizes, who know Lily is infallible in all matters. If someone has set his mind on a particular form of pudding, or has made his little paws a scraped and lacerated receptacle for an ounce or so of sharp gravel, who but Lily can coax cross and obdurate but invaluable "cooky" into crowning her culinary efforts with the longed-for sweetie, or bathe and bind the smarting wound with half as much skill. It lsNvell for Miss Loftus, perhaps that her father absolutely forbids that his eldest daughter shall be made a slave of, or perform the smallest quo a of the w ork Susan is hired to do, or other- wise she would have but little leisure, for the children much prefer to be waited on by Lily, who is not half so indexible where trifles like going to bed at a easonble time are concerned. If her home labours had made her hot and red- faced, and awkward and ungraceful, or prevented her joining in the wild dissipations of Golderdale. the said damsels would cite her as a model of all female virtues, but she will not grow slip-shod and careless, or sallow, and remains as fresh as the daisy ( aptain Blagrove has stolen from her, and is wearing openly in his buttonhole for everybody who pleases to see and comment on. Young and old, with the exception of her would- be rivals like Miss Loftus, and even they cannot feel quite so unfriendly while she is with them. :t J CHAPTER II. Two hours later, at the very hottest, dustiest period of the day, the train puffs in between the rows of gaudy flowers, and slackens beside the sunbaked little platform. Three passengers descend—a stout market- woman, with a huge basket, which has in an;indirect way been the cause of a considerable amount of extra work for the Recording Angel, and a country bumpkin, who keeps up a ceaseless grunting laugh of satisfaction at finding himself once more safe and sound in his native region. Out of a firgt-class carriage, of which he has been the sole occupant, steps with much slow dignity a young clergyman, clad in irreproachable clericals. All the other passengers appear more or less weary and travel-stained, but had someone just removed a glass shade from over the reverend gentleman he could not look more fresh, and spick and span. The station-master, a staunch low churchman, knows instinctively that the glove-fitting waist- coat which does not visibly fasten anywhere, and is seemingly moulded on the slim upright form, will be a glorious bone of contention in days to come. The ourate gives his neatly folded green and white umbrella a little shake, and glances round him, lost in admiration at the beauty of Golder- dale-not seen at its best from the station. Even the train looks as if it was relieved to turn its back upon the village, as it shoots off with increasing speed. 'The new curate, sir?" says the stationmaster, touching bis cap respectfully. "Just so, just so. You expected me by this train ?" 1 heard as you wern't coming till Saturday, sir." "Indeed? I should greatly have preferred doing so, but your good vicar requested me to come as soon as possible. Can you direct me to the vicarage ? I am very anxious to speak to Mr. Cooper as soon as possible on a matter of con- siderable importance." Tho vicar's in London, sir; the vicarage has been shut up this two days, or more." Dear me, dear me, how very unfortunate! But Mr.—Mr.—, what tricks my wretched memory does play me to be sure." liridgeman, perhaps, sir?' Thank you, yes. Mr. Bridgeman is still here ?' No, sir, we're left without a pastor to take care of us," says the stationmaster, laughing at his own wit. 4 Ha ha!'the curate joins in affably. you happen to know if lodgings have been engaged for The vicar offered to take all the trouble off my hands. I have mislaid his letter, but he did mention some -er-some-I think it was a— widow lady, in reduced circumstances, though I may be quite wrong- just at this present moment, I cannot quite recollect j hat must have been Mrs. Marsden, where Mr. Bridgeman lived though she s not what you'd call in reduced circumstances, nor a lady either." Right, I was mixing up another lady Mr. Cooper mentioned, but we finally decided on Mrs. Marsden. I will seek her at once. What a beauti- ful little station this is. Who is responsible for its rare charm ? Well, sir," 'he station-master says with evident gratification, scratching his head sheepishly, I think 1 may say I am." Real y ? It does you credit. It was a most original idea of yours to plant those scarlet runners and nasturtiums each side of the line— mostoriginal". ";My missis will be proud when I tell her what you say, sir." 41 Pray add that I hope to make her a little call at no very distant date. The sooner I become ac- quainted with the flock ;i am to tend, the better pleased I shall be Thanhe kindly, sir. We shall feel highly honoured, sir" With a bland smile the curate unfurls his um- brella, and sets forth in the direction of the village. Mrs. Marsden," he murmurs softly, don't let me forget that." The curate's tall trim figure casts a long shadow in front of him, on the dusty glaring road, and apparently causes him a considerable amount of amusement. Once he laughs outright either at it, or more likely at his own thoughts, for there is nothing very droll about it. the black intangibility is distinctly parsonical and remarkably sedate in outline His mirth may arise from a sudden ebullition of vanity, for the shade of himself is a satisfactory one for any man to contemplate, quite worthy of the handsome obiect which casts it. The curate is eminently presentable, and what ladies call "taking and his clericals suit him down to the ground, as he has palpably discovered for himeelf. As he nears the village, his face assumes a more austere cast, yet it is with a very bland and benign smile he pats a red-haired child on the head with the tips of his white fingers. Well my p etty little one," oblivious that the mother is close to. 44 Can you telll me where Mrs. Marsden lives, eh ?" A most unmelod ous squall is the acknowledg- ] ment of his kindly speech. 4t For shame, Annie, ho v dare you yell like that when the gentleman speaks to you I m ashamed of you. Mrs arsden lives at the last houae in that row. sir, just beyond that oak tree." 41 oh, thank you-l did not observe you other- wise. I should have applied to you instead of this timid little creature 41 She's not timid as a rule, sir." A stranger fi ightened her, I presume. I tru we shall not be strangers long, I want all my littl lambs to learn to love me—i am planning a big outing with unlimited provend — ahem, ahem— Provisions, which 1 hope everyone will find tims to attend.' "You won't find many refuse, air. We don't ofton tet a treat of that Bort." 44 Pe haps i may be able to change that." The woman stares after the curate as he resumes his walk. 41 He ain t a bit like Mr. Bridgeman," she says, as if she had expected an exact counterpart of tha individual in every ct. "What made you so naughty to the nice clergyman, Annie." He's a beast" Sh, sh, he 11 h ar you, you bad wicked child, and we'll get no treat. I'll give you a good whip- ping if you say that again, see if I don t-there." The curate laughs silently as the sound of a mighty thump greets his listening ears In animals and children we meet with instinct —leaving reason such as not offending a person who can bestow a favour, for instance, to grown- up human beings. And now for Mrs. Marsden." A modest ring brings a thin, lugubrious looking female to the door. Mrs. Marsdee suggests the idea that Dame Nature, while at woii on her, was either interrupted, or grew tired of the subject and left the poor woman in an unfinished condi- tion. Standing five yards distant from not a feature is discernable—an indistinct haze seems to gather round her—no one has ever retained a clear recollection of what she is like ten minutes after parting from her. Why her late lamented spouse married her is a problem yet unsolved, and a puzzled not only to Gold rdale, but herself also. She had her bit of money, it is true, but there were many other women with more available, who would have been only too glad to invest it in a sober hardworking husband and a pretty cottage and garden. Good afte noon," says the curate, in rather a flat voice, arising, no doubt, from fatigue. Is your mother at home." 41 My poor mother's been dead this three years, sir," Mrs. Marsden says, in a quavering voice, and ending with a sniff appropriate to such a topic. 41 Pray pardon me. 1 fear I have made a mistake. I was told Mrs. Marsden, my future landlady, lived here." Law It's never Mr. Alt. Please to walk in. I nev, r expected you till Saturday." Surely you are never Mrs. Marsden. To be sure I am. Who did you take me for, sir ?" I was led to expect a a middle-aged lady." 41 Bless you, I'm quite that, sir," she says, gig- gling girlishly notwithstanding. Your rooms is already for you, i'm glad to say, and Til set about tea at once If I'd had notice J could have tossed you up some little dish, but I daresay you won t mind simple tea and bread and butter for once. You said in your letter you preferred very plain fare." Certainty, certainly, it is far more whole- some," So I think myself, sir. With respect to the other matters you mentioned, I have done my best. and if you remember any other trifles you wish attended to, and will be good enough to let me know. I will" What with the bustle and hurry of departure, I confess I almost forgot what 1 did write to you," says the curate, gently rubbing the side of his face. To avoid wearying you with useless repe- tition, perhaps I had better skim over my letter again and see if I have omitted anything—I do not fancy I have." 4 That will be the best plan, sir, I have the letter with me while you read it I will run and prepare your tea. Please ring if you require me." I will. thank you Mr. Alt seats himself in an arm-chair near the window, and peruses his own epistle with a twinkle in his dark eyes. I had no notion I was so faddy," he says, re- folding it and placing it in an inner pocket. "there are several pet fancies of mine, too, I have omitted to mention. For the present they can wait." The ingle of china and thumping of a tray against the walls of the narrow staircase imparts the welcome intelligence that tea is coming, while at the same instant the sound of a hand- truck stopping before the house announces the arrival of the curate s modest lugeage. How tempting you have made it look." re- marks Mr. A It surveying the thick slices of bread smeared with butter, and the battered teapot, with a beaming smile. It reminds me of, er— By the way, I am forgetting all about my luggage. I ought to pay and dismiss the porter before I settle down to enjoy the meal. May I trouble you to tell the man to bring the trunk and packages straight up here." What a nice, civil-spoken gentleman, to be sure," Mrs. Marsden says, as she departs to carry out his wishes. That nasty Bridgeman would have said, just hurry up and tell tha fellow to bring up those boxes double quick, will you ?" ( To be Continued).
THE CECILS AND WESTMINSTER
THE CECILS AND WESTMINSTER In regard to the Greater Westminster project, it is being recalled as an interesting fact that the parochial registers of St. Margaret's contain the record, under the date March 22, 1562, of the burial of "Mr. Richard Sycell." This was the father of the great Sir William Cecil, the ancestor of Lord Salisbury, who was the first High Steward of the City of West- minster. Another," Mr. Robert Syssel," doubtless of the same family, is mentioned in the accounts of the" Charges layde out conceurninge the Acte of Parliamente for the Cittie of Westminster and the Liberties of the same"—the Act which conferred oivic rights upon the place."
FIGHT WITH AN EAGLE.
FIGHT WITH AN EAGLE. In a certain district of the Appenines an eagle had for some time been carrying off many lambs and poultry. A hunter, named Celestino Sichi, and his nephew Luigi, determined to put an end to these robberies, and, if possible, catch him alive. They climbed the mountain known as the Tre Potenze (the Three Powers), where they found the skeletons of the eagle's feasts. They then dug a large hole, and covered it with dried branches and leaves, leaving only a small aperture. They tied a live lamb near the hole, the rope which held it reaching to the bottom of the pit. The two men then, for more than a fortnight, passed their days in the pit, going at night to the distant hut of a shepherd to take food and sleep. On the 16th day the eagle descended, struck its talons into the lamb, and rose for renewed flight. Sichi and Luigi tugged at the rope, and as the eagle's talons were entangled firmly in the lamb's woolly coat, he was dragged with his victim to the bottom of the pit. After a tremendous struggle with the huge bird, the two hunters succeeded in binding it fast, but not before both were badly wounded. Luigi was so much hurt that he was afterwards taken to the hospital of Pistoia, where he will need several weeks' care.
IMADAME MELBA AND THE STATUE.
MADAME MELBA AND THE STATUE. Opera-goers will regret to learn from the New York correspondence of the Daily Telegraph that Madame Melba has met with an accident in San Franciso. She was the guest with several members of the Ellis Opera Company, of Mr. and Mrs. M. H. de Young. After supper the guests adjourned to the drawing-room, and the prima donna was seated beside a tall pedestal, upon which rested a heavy bronze statue. In some unaccountable manner the statue tipped over and fell, striking Madame Melba on the crown of the head, and prostrating her. Medical assistance was immediately summoned, and everything possible was done, but it was fully a quarter of an hour before she gave signs of recover- ling from the shock A large lump was raised on her head, and it was only the protection furnished by her hair that saved her from an ugly scalp wound. It is possible that the pedestal on which the statue stood was struck by the back of the chair that was occupied by Madame Melba, causing the statue to tilt and fall. She moved slightly as the bronze fell, and thus avoided tho full force of the blow. Those who were present when the accident occurred say that it was the greatest wonder she was not more seriously hurt.
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THH party in Newfoundland led by Mr. Morineand Mr. Morris is likely to control the political situation. Sir J. Winter and Mr. Bond are unable to agree on the terms of a coalition. THB French Government is bnilding at Cape Grisnez an electric lighthouse which will be visible at a distance of 48 miles. It will equal the light of 3,000,000 ordinary candles. IVANOVITCH POLIVANOFP, who died recently at Moscow in his 62nd year, was the founder of the Russian Shakespeare Society, and the translator of Molierere, Racine, and CorneiIle into Russian. TUB Governor of Malta has caused it to be notified that the surcharge on insufficiently stamped letters from the United Kingdom to Malta will be collected until Imperial postage can be adopted in its entirety. THlII Treasurer of St. Thomas's Hospital has re- received an anonymous donation of £1000 for the endowment of a bed called the Tom Hughes Bed," in memory of the author of Tom Brown's School- days." THE little house at Rohrau, or the borders of Austria and Hungary, which was burnt down the other day, is practically identical with that in which Joseph Haydn first saw the light on April 1, 1732. He was one of 17 children of Matthias Haydn, the wheelwright. The house has been twice rebuilt since his day, but its character remains almost exactly the same. But Haydn more properly belongs to the town of Hainburg, a few leagues off. It was here that his forefathers for many generations had lived in the ser- vice of the lords of Hainburg Castle.
CHH-LSEA PHYSIC-GARDEN. J
CHH-LSEA PHYSIC-GARDEN. AH interested in science will be glad to hear that the FI13 sic-garden, Chelsea, has now been definitely saved from the builder. The garden has been banded over to the trustees of the London Parochial Cli irities, who have agreed to dedicate a sum of £ 8!X) yearly to its maintenance. Under the new] scheme the garden is to be administered exclu- sively for the promotion of the study of botany with especial reference to the requirements of general education, scientific instruction, and research in botany, including vegetable physiology, and instruc- tion in technical pharmacology as far as the culture of medical plants is concerned. The practical management of the garden will be vested in a com- mittee formed of representatives nominated by the trustees of the London Parochial Charities, the Treasury, the Lord President of the Council, the Technical Education Board, the Royal Society, the Royal College of Physicians, the Society of Apothe- caries, the Pharmaceutical Society, the London County Council, and the Senate of the University of London. Earl Cadogan and his successors, as re- presenting Sir Hans Sloane, who conveyed the garden in 1722 to the Apothecaries' Company in trust for the encouragement of botany, is also a member of the committee. The garden, which comprises nearly four acres, facing the Em- bankment, was founded about 1673 by the Apothe- caries' Company, and held by them on lease until 1722, when it was conveyed to them by Sir Hans Sloane on the trusts already mentioned, with a proviso that, if the conditions were not fulfilled, the land should be held by his heirs in trust for the Royal Society or College of Physicians to carry on the garden for th^ same purpose. The Apothecaries' Company have recently found difficulty in keeping the garden in a proper state of efficiency, and neither the Royal Society nor the College of Physicians were prepared to undertake the trust on the condition of providing funds for its maintenance. The only course then appeared to be to sell the garden and apply the purchase money on a cy-pres object, but happily the trustees of the London Parochial Charities have come to the rescue and saved the garden.
RECRUITING FOR THE ARMY.
RECRUITING FOR THE ARMY. Under the new system for the administration o. the recruiting service, the working of which com- mences with April, all recruiters, including ser- geant-instructors of volunteers, are to have a definite recruiting area assigned to them, while detached recruiters are to be provided with a rough sketch map showing their respective areas and the places to be periodically visited. To ensure that their visits actually take place, full use is to be made of the concession recently grantæ by the Post Office authorities, which gives facilities for the stamp- ing by local post offices of the recruiters' diaries. thereby showing the date on which the recruiter was present at any particular town or village. To maintain this continuity of recruiting in large centres of popu- lation, and to provide a permanent oadre in the event of the withdrawal of the recruiters of the permanent staff for mobilisation or militia training, it is propoeed to employ a certain number of paid recruiters in ad- dition to those detached from depots. To meet this requirement provision has been made for additional men of this class being enrolled, whose pay, in order ') induce suitable discharged non-commissioned officers to become candidates, it is in contemplation :0 raise from 2s. to 2s. 6d. per diem, while the present uniform worn by pensioner recruiters is to be made more attractive. A slightly in- creased sum has been appropriated for ad- vertising purposes, to be used on the occasion of marches of troops through districts, or other excep- tional circumstances. Intimately connected with recruiting is the important duty of finding civil em- ployment for soldiers on discharge or transfer to the reserve. Every available officer at depots, members of the permanent staffs of militia, yeomanry, and volunteers are now to be engaged in recruiting; and on the results obtained by officers of the militia and volunteers while serving on the army engagements will depend their retention in the service for a period of two years beyond the age limit.
SIR W. GARSTIN'S NILE JOURNEY.
SIR W. GARSTIN'S NILE JOURNEY. Sir W. E. Garstin, Under-Secretary of State for Public Works, has returned to Cairo. He states that he travelled up the Blue Nile to Barriah, 200 miles south of Khartoum, and up the White Nile to Lake No, nearly 700 miles south of Khartoum, and also saw the Sobat River and the Bahr-el-Zaraf, which join the Nile between Fashoda and Lake No. The Blue Nile, he reports, flows between high banks with great velocity. The water is very clear in winter. The White Nile flows with a low velocity. and is very wide. It has practically no banks, and the water is turbid. On the Blue Nile the land, especially in the Gezirch, is of excellent quality, and will yield good crops if irrigated. The necessary works will not be difficult to construct, but will in- volve a large outlay. Nothing will be done here until the summer. The storage of the water supply for Egypt proper has been finally arranged, and until the population increases it will be useless to spend money. Easy taxation, money advances for the building of water wheels and good government will bring back the people. It is doubtful if anything is possible on the White Nile in the way of irrigation improvements. The river runs through wide marshes, particularly above Fashoda, where it is blocked with grass islands. It is hardly possible to land anywhere on the right bank, and only really on the left bank. Behind the marshes are thick forests and jungle, then wide plains of high grass. Except for a line of Shillock villages on an elevated ridge, the country is uninhabited. Between Khartoum and the Atbara, there is a wide belt of good land on both banks, which it would be possible to cultivate on the Egyptian basin system, but there are now no inhabitants to cultivate it, the whole area being deserted. Ten to 15 years may make a difference in the population, when it will be worth while to undertake irrigation works.
GIFTS TO DR GARNETT.
GIFTS TO DR GARNETT. The official connection of Dr. Garnett, C.B., with the British Museum has now come to a close. For 48 years he has been associated with the institution, and as the keeper of printed books won the esteem of all who frequented the department. As practical evidence of this, a committee has been formed for the purpose of presenting him with his portrait. It is felt that all who are acquainted with Dr. Garnett and his varied work will cordially welcome such an opportunity of giving expression of the esteem in which they hold him. While in office he undoubtedly won the regard of thousands of students by his unfailing courtesy in placing at their disposal his immense store of lite- rary knowledge. At the same time, he has made a wide reputation as a man of letters, and has taken an active part in promoting the efficiency of public libraries throughout the country; Dr. Garnett entered the service of the British Museum as an assistant in 1851, subsequently becom- irg superintendent of the Reading-room. In 1890 he succeeded Mr. Bullen as Keeper of the Printed Books, and when it is remembered that additions to this class of literature reaches a yearly average of about 100,000, besides 200,000 nepapers and 5000 miscellaneous papers, it will readily be aeen that this was no sinecure position. The committee formed to carry eut the presenta- tion is a representative one. With Mr. Leslie Stephen as Chairman, it includes Lord Acton, Canon Ainger, Mr. Lecky, M.P., ^he Bishop of London, and the Bishop of Oxford, and many other names familiar in literary circles. But it is not only the habitues of the Reading- room of the Museum who regret the retirement of this savant of literature. He was also an energetic and popular chief of a large staff, an(j from the highest to the lowest earned their respect. As proof of this, the attendants have presented their retiring chief with a handsome inkstand, suitably inscribed, as a mark of their respect.
***'1^ LONDON LEGAL POOR.
LONDON LEGAL POOR. The weekly census of metropolian paupers, taken at the instance of the Local OTernment Board, shows that on the last day of the second week of March there was within tie metropolitan area a total of 105,224 paupers who were in receipt of relief. This total compares wHh returns of 105,827 and 104,879 for the corresponding weeks of the two preceding years, and with 106,337 for the year 1896. Of this total, 68.748 were classed.. indoor paupers, as against 68,075 so returned last year. and 66,706 and 67,047 in the years of 1897 and 1896 re- spectively. The outdoor paupetll amOunted to 37,476, and compare with totals of 37,7W and 38,173 in the years 1898 and 1897, aad with 39,290 in 1896. Besides these, there were 1038 Tagrants, consisting of 836 men, 174 women, and 18 children, who on that same day received temporary relief.
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AnBa a long and tiresome wrangle over the admis- aibility of the question the attorney for the defence turned to the shorthand reporter. 44 I will ask you to read that question over again." The reporter, who had been scribbling aimlessly during the argu- ment, picked up a pad of paper that lay before him and absent-mindedly read: At the time this took place did you—Oh, my darling, Nettie, you don't know how I miss you Then he blushed, hastily picked up the other pad, and read the question in full, while the lawyers tittered, and the big juryman ■n the end seat shook his fal sides and staffed his handkerchief into histoaouth.
UNCLE ISAAC: j
UNCLE ISAAC: A WESTERN STOUY. Mr. Lennox and his friend, Mr. Grey, sut chatting it the end of a family dinner. You know I am rather a connoisseur in miniatures," remarked Mr. Lennox, and I must say that I have never seen mar" delicate colouring, or finer expression, than are d'spiiiyed in that one by Peale that I saw in your drawing-room to-night." "Yes," answered Mr. Grey, looking across the table at his wife, we are all rather proud of that miniature; but to use old Uncle Isaac's words. I don' sot more store by it, even than does Mrs. Grey. 41 I am sure that you are eager to tell its history, and that you can do it much better when I am j absent; so I will leave you both to your cigars and your narrative," declared Mrs. Grey, rising from her seat. Her husband smiled and opened the door for her, saying: 41 We will soon join you, my dear; but, like the Ancient Mariner, I must tell my tale again to some- one, even if he is not the wedding guest. Xow," said Mr. Grey, as he and Mr. Lennox resumed their tieats and lighted their cigars, 44 you say that this miniature is particularly fine as far as the artistic work goes. Does it suggest anyone to you ?" It is written on the face of it." replied Mr. Lennox. The likeness to your wife is so pronounced that even with the change of fashion in the arrange- ment of hair it would easily pass for her any- where." 4" True, I thought you would notice it," answered the host, and for that. and other reasons, the pic- ture is very dear to me." But tell me the story to which Mrs. Grey referred just no. will you not?" I should like to do so, provided that, if I become prosy, you will at once proceed to inform me of the fact." Trust me for that; and now—" And now another question before I regularly begin. What do you think of Uncle Isaac, our faith- ful bodyguard?" A most delightful relic of the past—a dear old time darkey of ante-bellum days, I should say, and neftrly as old as the miniature." I sometimes think so myself. Well old Isaac was the first acquaintance that I made in my wife's family and, indeed, were it not for him, there is little cliance that I should be now in my present position, living in Baltimore, and married, if I may be allowed to express Hie opinion, to the loveliest women in the world." Mr. Lennox smiled and bowed. That goes without saying." 44 My first visit to this 4 City of Monuments,' as the guide-books say, was just three years ago this very day. Indeed, it is a double anniversary, a triple one I might add, for it is three years since I was intro- duced to Mrs. Grey, and one year since our wedding. Pardon my digression, but as you have been abroad, you may not be posted in regard to these, to me, im- portant facts." I am more than interested now. Please go on." 41 I came to Baltimore, then, three years are to-day, and arrived at Calvert Station about eight in the morning of an ideal winter day. it was clear, and cold, an bright, so I decided to walk to the hotel where I intended to put up for a short time. At a rather old-fashioned house I saw, standing on the steps, an aged coloured man, old Isaac, as he proved to be. 44 Mornin', sah he said.! 411 was struck by his courtly manner and stopped to look %t the old fellow. 4 4 4 M-rnin", sah,' he repeated. "'Good mornin,' I replied. 4 Tank you kindly, massa. Won't ye come in de house for a brief moment?' Not now,' I answered. I am in a hurry' Jes' one leetle minute, dear sah! Do come in. 4 4 4 Anything special?" I asked, with the whole- sale suspicion of a traveller. Yes, sah, mighty special; please come in.' So urged I followed him at last, reluctantly, through a spacious hall and into an old-fashioned drawing-room. 4 Sah,' said he earnestly, you know we coloured pussons is powerful superstitious like, an' de ole is if dat on New Year's mornin' de fust one we speaks to is a stranger, an' he, dat stranger, wishes us good luck, it am mighty sure to come true. You, sah, is de fust one I'se spoken to, an'I done stan' on de doorsteps sence seven o'clock. I sed directly you earned along dat you was fust class, an' a stranger as well, an' I ses to myself, "Now Unc' Isaac, heah's your chance. 441 was amazed at his request; but the very sim- plicity of his manner carried weight with it, and I answered heartily: 44 4 I do indeed wish you good luck, Uncle Isaac.' Tank you, sah, but not me, de poo' ole darkey, hut my own dear ole mis' an' young Miss Ev'lyn; de Lord knows dey is in mighty need of good wishes now and the poor old man gave a heavy sigh. Once again I declared, and perhaps with a shade more fervour, for I was pleased with his appear- ance— 44 4 1 do truly wish your old mistress and your young mistress all kinds of good luck; happiness, wealth, and everything that they or you most desire.' 1 thought that he would have had a fit in his joy. He thanked me over and over again for my wish, and he called down upon me the blessings of Heaven. I confess I was much interested, not only in this faithful old servant but in the whole atmosphere and appearance of the house. It is true that the Turkish rug was worn into threads, that the hangings and draperies at windows and doors were faded, that the damask on chairs andjhuge sofas was in tatters yet the ancient mahogany furniture, the quaint brasses. the fine portraits, bric-a-brac and bronzes, all bespoke a past of departed glory. On a small carved candlestand, beside the silver waiter, snuffers and candlestick, lay this miniature. The pure oval face, the exquisite colouring, the gentle look, naturally called for admiration, and while I talked to Uncle Isaac I was staring at this beautiful picture. To finish my story, however. At last the inter- view came to an end, for after I had wished all luck to the house, Uncle Isaac did not ask me to prolong my stay, and I hurried off to my breakfast and a business engagement. My visit to Baltimore was a short one, and know- ing few persons here I had neither the opportunity nor the time for social doings, and so of course spoke to no one of my morning's adventure. Soon after I returned to New York I was obliged to'go abroad, and that in a measure obliterated my impression of my early call. Still the face in the miniature haunted me; go where I would, I found it always before me, and mentally I compared the face of every woman that I met with this, which to me was the standard of feminine beauty. 44 Another year passed, and, strange to say, the next New Year's, the Van Burden's, who had come here to reside, invited me to a dinner and to go with them afterwards to one of the famous Monday cotil- ions. Having heard so much of the loveliness of the Ihltimore women and of the bounty'of the Mary- land larder, I was only too glad to accept the invita- tion." II And now I suppose that you have come to the heroine of the miniature," inquired Mr. Lennox. Yon have not been long in guessing the point of my story laughed the host. Van Burden informed mp before dinner that I was to take in Miss Beres- l'ord, who. he added pleasantly, was as lovely as a dream. For some mysterious reason the miniature t rose up before me, and I wondered inwardly if the beautiful Miss Beresford would dare compete with it, little dreaming of the reality. Among the last of the guests to arrive, in fact, immediately before dinner was announced, Miss Beresford appeared, and I was at once brought up presented. My wits seemed to desert me, I could only stare at the exquisite vision before me, gowned in white chiffon made up in the quaint style of the picture, with a string of pearls about the fair youna throat. (By the way she has since confided to me that she had copied the gown from the picture, and that the pearls were the identical ones in the miniature.) I mechanically offered my arm as we walked out to dinner, and could hardly keep up the ronventional small talk of society. My eyes could see nothing but the realisation of my dream, and the perfect features and rose-tinted complexion of the picture were personified in the young girl beside me. "Finallylsaid: 4 4 4 1 have surely seen your picture—your miniature, have I not?' '4 Miss Beresford laughed. 44' Not she answered, and musingly added, 'I think you could ever have seen Peale'* nunLatorc of my great grandmother Donald, whom J am said («-, Suddenly the truth flashed upon me. Why. I exclaimed, 'you are the young mistress the Miss Ev'lyn of the old-fashioned house that J wished good luck to a year ago to-day!' My companion started. f 44 4 What do you mean?' she asked. Have you ever been in our house?' I know U nel Isaac." 4 Uncle Isaac? Why, who are you? 4 Did the old man never tell you of the stranger that he invited into your house to wish good luck for the family last New Year's day ? Oh said she. Are you indeed that woadfr- ful man who brought us all kmds of good things by your wish? Who saved our old home from a mcrt- gage foreclosure, and gave my dear grandmother new life and hope? Are you the l"«ro *f Uncle Isaac's wonderful story?' 44 Well, it took many evenings to discuss the situation thoroughly, and I teMoed that, strance to I relate, from the morning when i made my wish every prospect cleared for the family of Beresford. Un- expected money came to them and the ancient home was saved. New health and vigour came to Mrs. Beresford's worn out frame, and my Evelyn herself fhrew away the cares and sorrows that oppressed her. r. the romantic stranger, was a mystery and a wonder to them for I had been de£Leri 00..1 in such glowing terms by Uncle Isaac that I appeared more like an angel that a hungry man running off to his break- fast." The stoxy is thrilling," cried the friend, appror- ingly. 44 It is nearly told. I discovered that Baltimore was a place to visit often and to stay in long; busi- ness opportunities opened for me here, and I found the old mansion on Franklin-street too attractive to keep away from. Suffice it to say that at the end of a few months we were engaged, and the sequel of the tale is we were married last New Yosr." And this. then, is the old home?" Yes. Mrs. Beresford would not hfllor of my taking Evelyn away, and we comprised matters by her allowing me to renovate the house, and thus, with the old background, we have added all modern im- provements and comforts. Isaac is still the facto- turn and butler, the chief of every domestic depart- ment, and he holds that I am a prophet of the first water, and he is my faithful disciple." May I come in now? called out a merry voice. Grandmamma has come down and wants to meet Mr. Lennox. Her head is better." And Mrs. Grey entered, bringing into the dining room a gentle old lady to whom the guest was presented in due form. 44 I have told grandmamma that you have been relating the story of the miniature," continued Mrs. Grey. 44 And I am sure it is well w< rth telling," said Mrs. Beresford. smiling. "And I am snrp." replied the guest, "that it is well worth hearing, and I have enjoyed it immensely," bowing to the heroine of it.
GEORGE ELIOT AND BETTING.
GEORGE ELIOT AND BETTING. When "Daniel Deronds." was published, one of the critics accused the author of ignorance of the technicalities of betting. George Eliot thus refers to the subject in a letter to Mr. John Blackwood, her publisher: "One gentleman has written me a note taxing me with having wanted insight into the technicalities of Newmarket, when I made Lush say, 41 will take odds.' He judges that I should have written. 41 will lay On the o'her hand, another expert contends that the case is one in which Lush would be more likely to say, I will take odds. George Eliot was right, the whole question resolving itself into one between expert gambler Tweedledum and expert gambler Tweedledee.
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ATTACKED BY AN APE. A lady has just been the victim in Paris of an ad- venture which recalls ofie-of the best-known of Edgar Allan Poe's stories. 2.<isordiiigto the Morvlmj correspondent, Mdlle. Germaine Diris, an actre&s at one of the Boulevard theatres, was traversing the Place Ventimille shortly after dusk, when she was seized and knocked down by an ape of esseeptional size. Two policemen, alarmed by her cries, promptly came to the rescue, but before they could inlierfere the ape had bounda over the railings of the square that occupies the centre of the Place Ventiuwlle, and tfad disappeared. It was thought that the animal must have taken refuge in the trees, but if this was the case it was able to make its escape, for the closcst search revealed no trace of its presence. MdJle. Diris, who had fainted, received no other harm than a severe fright.
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A DIAMOND WITH A HISTORY. Miss Alice Corkran13 has an interesting article in the current number of the Realm on the romance of the Koh-i-nor. She confesses herself unable to trace this jewel farther back than some 7000 years ago, when probably it was already millions of years old. Nevertheless its old age was neither unromantic nor unexciting, until it lost its fateful qualities and terrorising powers with the 8U caratR of weight when the Prince Consort paid £:000 to-have it cut. a process which worked out at about the rate of HOO guineas a day.
MEDICAL WOMEN.
MEDICAL WOMEN. Scarcely any. of the medical societies of the capital are accessible to medical, women as members. This matter has begun to attract some attention, inasmuch as the Ophthalmolpgical Society of the United King- dom have just announced that they have passed a law whereby women are made eligible to join the society. I The British Medical Association was the first profes- sional organisation to admit medical women; and there is now some feeling that following this example I and that of the Ophthalmological Society, other societies, such as the Koyal Medical and Chirurgical and Obstetrical, might permit women to be enrolled. The medical women have a society of their own in connection with the London School of Medicine for Women; but this, of course, is a very limited organisation.
AN EMPRESS'S REFLECTIONS.I
AN EMPRESS'S REFLECTIONS. I The Greek tutor of the late Empress Elizabeth of Austria noted many of her sayings in his diary. These have been reproduced in the Illustriazione Laliana. The Empress's handwriting showed an un- disciplined-, rebellious character, and once, when the tutor, Dr. Christ.omanos, admired it, the Empress said, 4" Do you admire my ugly writing? It is like me; it will not be dominated." Speaking of the sea, the Empress said: 4'The sea is my confessor, whom I must consult daily. It rejuvenates me by ridding me of all that is extraneous, and giving me its thoughts, which are the only immortal youth. There is also in Godillo a tree, which is the best friend I have in the world. Every time I go there I visit it before leaving, and we gaze at ech other for some minutes in silence. It is the confidante of all my life; it knows all that is in me, and all that happens during the time of our separation, and tells it to no one. I am like a bird of tempest, and when the waves rage I cause myself to be tied to a chair on the deck of my yacht to feast on the superb spectacle' of the angry floods. The sea is not human, it tolerates in us nothing of the animalism of the earth. When the sea is tempestuous. I believe tha4 I myself have become a foaming wave."
THE COSTER AND THE ARCHBISHOP.
THE COSTER AND THE ARCHBISHOP. There are some amusing stories in the Horn. Magazine concerning the Archbishop of York. One of the best of them is old, but it will bear repetition. Dr. Maclagan was once present with his wife at a crowded public meeting, both occupying seats on the platform. The building was too small for the people, and seats were offered on the platform for as many as could find room. Presently a coster appeared with his" gal," and they were shown seats near the prelate and his wife. 44 Move up, Augusta," said the archbishop, and the coster, little guessing to whom he was speaking, called out, Yes, moveup.Auguata, and make room."
THE SOCOTRA EXPEDITION.
THE SOCOTRA EXPEDITION. The Socotra scientific expedition has returned to Aden after a very successful exploration of the island. The collections made include several very remarkable forms, especially some beautiful butter- flies. A wild donkey, said to be a species new to science, is among the curiosities of the place, and of this a live example has been secured for t Zoological Gardens. A great part of the interior of Socotra has been surveyed, and correct geographical data obtained for a revised map. The Sultan proved amiable, and gave such aid as he could to the explorers, though he also showed himself to bea very good man of business.
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THERE are at the present time 68 railway directors in the House of Commons, including three Cabinet Ministers—Sir Michael Hicks-Beach, Mr. Walter Long, and Mr. Akers Douglas—and two other lesser members of the Government—Mr. Macartney and Mr. Wyndbam. Tbe House of Lords has 49 railway directors, including the Duke of Devonshire, the Lord Chancellor, and Lord Cross. VISCOCHT DILLON, whose name is so familiar in connection with art and antiquarian snbjects, is a very large Irish landowner, possessing upwards of 90.000 acres in the wilds of Roscommon and else- where. He is wrapped up in the study of, among other thingt, old costumes, and is a regular visitor to the British Museum. The Dillons are a very old Irish family indeed. A LONDON correspondent gives a remarkable in- stance of the rapid rise in land values in London since the middle of the 17th century. The governors of the ancient City charity known as the Bishopsgate Foundation are the freeholders of the Underwood Estate, containing about 3t acres, in Shepherdess Walk, City-road, just a mile from the City boun- dary. The property was purchased for £220 in 1664. Just a 100 years later it was let on a 60 years' lease at £20 10s. per annum. In 1816 it was let on a 21 years' lease at £500 per annum; in 1837 it was let on a 60 years' building lease at £490 per annum and last year it was J on a 91 years' lease at £3500 per annum. The esti- mated rack rental value is £17,500. A portion o the site—some 39,000 feet—has recently feen acquired for a police-station, and the ,<?n ground rent thereon ( £ 895) realised £ 33,160, or about 37 years' purchase.
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