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^fluijon filter. BY OUR SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT. Our,readers willunderstand that we do not hold ourselves respon- sible for our alile Correspondent's opinions SATTJEDAY was a great day for the Corporation of London. The Queen honoured them with a visit— short and, if not sweet, imposing. I made a pre- liminary visit to the new—the second new—Black- friars-bridge and Holborn Viaduct on Friday, and made up my mind that there would be more to be seen on the viaduct than on the bridge. The result proved that I was correct. The getting to the scene of action on Saturday morning was a work of diffioulty almost of danger, encumbered as I was with ladies who were not fit to walk in crowds through muddy streets. With only six miles to drive, it turned out that an hour was not too much for the work, the greater part of which had to be done at a walk. Fortunate were those who, like myself, had a coachman with nerve, and horses placid in temper, although free goers. All the main thoroughfares were stopped at ten o'clock. A line of policemen at the tap of Gray's-inn-lane stopped our intended pro- gress to Holbom. Thus, perforce, a turn had to be made through Liquorpond-street — a lane, indeed, famous only for Reed's great brewery, and almost unvisited by varnished panels and blood-steppers. In a moment we were in what the French call a tail" ( of brewers' drays, railway vans—victims like our- selves of police regulations-cabs, omnibuses, and costermongeri carts, intent on selling nuts and seeing the show. After turning and winding through all maimer of grimy streets, once having to turn back by driving into a yarà for neither I or my man had ever before wandered out of the main street of old Holborn suddenly our good luck, and no judgment, landed us at the north end of Hatton-garden once an abode of fashion, now colonised by barometer, thermome. ter, and frame makers, and chiefly celebrated for Rowland's Macassar. There we descended, left the coachman to his fate (he was an hour in escaping from the "tail"), and walked quietly through Ely- place with privileged tickets on to the viaduct. It could be called exactly an oasis in the desert; for while outside a crowd, not a mob, surged most un- comfortably, inside the gates, at the two ends of the viaduet, all was calm, peace, and gentility. Flags and streamers waved above in the beautiful Queen's weather;" the crimson-lined pavilions, filled by degrees with the male and female constituents of the Court of Common Council; the common councillors in blue robes, trimmed with fur, some anony- mous wand in hand, and decorated with a medal of office, performed the duties of masters of the ceremonies, while companies of the Foot Guards, several regiments of Volunteers, and the Honourable Artillery Company, with their bands, did more than anything else to make the scene "gay and festive," especially the bands. The Scots Fusiliers not only gave us a specimen of their exquisite music, conducted by a most undemonstrative sergeant-major, but a taste of a bag-pipe performance, with drum accompani- ment. I think the general opinion was that a very small taste of squeal and rowdedow was enough. The star of the regiment was a great black and white dog, who, in the intervals, held music or the sergeant- major's gloves, but at the word "attention always sprang to his feet, and followed every word of command as well as an obedient dog without a breech-loader could. Punctually at twelve o'clock the firing of bells announced that the Queen had reached the bridge. There was galloping of adjutants and orderlies, hurrying of alderman, all the soldiers, regular and volunteer, forming in line preparatory to fixing bayonets, after the usual marching and countermarch- ing; while two volunteer-bands, at some distance from each other, played different tunes to the accompani- ment of the clashing of the bells of a church between them. An uncertain period, long apparently, but short in fact, followed. Cheers, swelling from New Bridge street to Farringdon street, gave notice of the progress of the Royal cortege, until it passed under the viaduct, and rising by the new street entered through a surging crowd at the eastern end. First came the Select Committee of the Corporation, in open hired carriages and grey horses of wedding-day kind; then the Under-Sheriffs and Sheriffs; the representative of the Recorder, Mr. Chambers, M.P., and other officials; the Lord Mayor, four horses in hand, like the two sheriffs; then the Queen's suite, in four carriages and four; then the Queen and her children in an open barouche, with six horses and postilions—an arrangement I have never seen before, the usual thing being four-in-hand and a postilion with a pair. Her Majesty looked stout, but, I thought, very pale. In the pavilion the car- riage stopped, and after the needful ceremony had been gone through-the book of description being so large and heavy that it could not be presented ac- cording to the programme, unless the Queen had been as strong as a bookseller's porter; so it was taken as presented, put, I believe, in the boot, in the charge of John Brown. Here an awful pause oc- curred, which puzzled everybody in front very much, and even the Queen looked rather bored, although little bursts of cheering were kept up. The fact was, I believe, that the Lord Mayor had, after presenting the chairman of the Viaduct Committee and the engineer to the Queen, to run back, get into his carriage, and precede the Royal carriage to Pad- dington. I forgot to say the Queen's carriage was escorted by a regiment of Life Guards (scarlet) in full dress. At length the gates at the west-end were thrown open, and all up Holborn as far as the eye could reach the road was quite clear; the foot pavement crowded. Above, flags and banners were waving from countless windows. I ran up to the top windows of a house on the viaduct, commanding this prospect. The bands all struck up God Save the Queen as her Majesty passed. Away went the carriages, followed by the long line of Life Guards, ani the Foot Guards followed at quick march. Just then the sun gleamed out brightly on the cuirasses of the cavalry, and the bayonets of the Guards sparkling-scarlet, gold, and they were out of sight, amidst the roar of cheering and the faint sounds of music below I To me that was the finest bit of the whole drama. Two prominent personages died last week—Mr. Peabody and the Marquis of Westminster. Md-. Peabody having- made more money than he could spend—and never had a man less expensive tastes, a few years ago occupying a bedroom in Club Chambers, Regent-street, without even the comfort of a private sitting-room—devoted enormous sums of money to purposes of charity and'education in this country, and in his own, America. With the just pride of a citizen of a Republic he declined the title tendered him by our Queen. Yet England he pre- ferred for a residence; here he had a re- cognised position amongst people neither poli- ticians nor deep in trade. In the United States there are three kinds of society-quiet, retired, literary çQciety-and of a very high class-politi(?al, and commercial. In England he met men like him- self, who had risen by commerce and left it. He was also a personage amongst the aristocracy. His last years were much tormented by charity-mongers of all countries. THE Marquis of Westminster died at seventy-five, of brain disease, after a negatively blameless life of sober pursuits. He was never credited with having a taste for art, science, music, politics, field sports, or hospitality. He had ten times as much income as --any man not a gambler could spend, and a taste for saving sixpences; but he was, nevertheless, a splendid bene- factor to London and Chester, more a benefactor than if he had laid out half his income on charity under the direction of the Marquis of Townshend. He was able to rebuild on the best plan, with wide streets and open spaces, a whole quarter of London-an excellent investment in fifty years, but one which a man less rich could scarcely have made, so large was the sum lost in useful old houses and open spaces. The example thus set may ultimately lead to turning much more of London into something better than grimy brick streets, of painful monotony- The marquis had two brothers sitting in the House of Lords the Earl of Wilton, created when he was three years old, his mother being heiress of the last earl. Lord Wilton is seventy-five, has lived a gay life on the turf, in the hunting field, very musical, by no means insensible to beauty on or off the stage; in fact what the French call a Viveur. A few years ago, being a widower, he astonished the world at Ryde, where he was Com- modore of the Royal Yaeht Squadron, by pro- ducing, without beat of drum, a second wife-a lively young girl, who spoke French with a good convent accent, and English with a broad Scotch twang. The earl broke his leg hunting last season, but, still gay, has his stud at Melton for all this. The third brother, Lord Ebury, is of strict evangeli- cal and teetotal temperance principles. He was created by Lord Melbourne. The new Marquis of Westminster married his cousin, a celebrated beauty, Lady Constance, sister of the Duke of Sutherland. He is the popular colonel of a metro- politan rifle corps, and was lately Master of the Cheshire hounds. P.P.

PASSING EVENTS. -

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BURIBB A-LIVE I ;

INDIAN FINANCE.

TWO SIMPLETONS:

THE BRITON IN PARIS.

A NEW WAY OF SPENDING MONEY.

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DEATH OF MR. PEABODY. :

THAMES v. TYNE.

SUICIDE BY A CLERGYMAN.

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THB,(ZUEEYS VIBITTO THE OITY.

- "ONLY KISSED HER."

CONTINENTAL ON DITS. —♦—