Miss Dorothy Teimant, the artist, before she became Mrs H. M. Stanley, used to pick up her models anywhere in the street, and one day Mr Glad stone, an old friend of the family met her leading a young and picturesquely ragged crossing-sweeper to her home in Richmond Terrace. "Who is your friend ?" he inquired, and by way of a reply MissTennant introduced her protege to the Grand Old Man. On reaching the house in White Hall the lad gazed admiringly at the liveried servant who opened the door, and then asked in a whisper, "Miss, why does your big brother wear brass?" Having seen that he got a good dinner from the cook, Miss Tcnnant asked the boy how he liked it, •' Proper," he responded heartily. « Yer mother do cook prime.',

A correspondent sends us the fol lowing:—"An amusing episode oc curred at the late flowor show. Prizes were awarded for the best bridal bou quet. It happened that there was an exhibit in the childrens section of a decorated bridle. One of the best known of the Paeroa bar shifted the first prize card from the "bridal " to the '' bridle " exhibit. A rter all there is something symbolic in the similarity of the two words.
