There, iu the dust, footsore and weary, he fell. “How sad, how unjust!” the world cried, “ to perish in the very sight of home!” J!ut the umpire refused to reverse his decision, “ Oh, yes,” said the pianist, who made a specialty of playing at select social gather ings, “ I have accompanied some of the very best conversationalists of our times.”



Rose : “ Couldn’t we get up a lottery for the benefit of the church?” Daisy: “A lottery ! Our minister is so opposed to lotteries that ho has conscientious scruples about performing the marriage service.” Ardent Lover: “If you could see my heart, Belinda, you would know how fondly camera): “I intend to see it, George. Sit still, please.”



A recent sale of boohs in London brought out a curious fact. It was a presentation copy of Keats’s poems, 1817, first edition, with' the autograph “ To W.‘Wordsworth, with the author’s sincere reverence,” and brought 230d01, but Wordsworth had never even cut the leaves.
The people of Edinburgh intend to erect monument to R. L. Stevenson, novelist..
