The Promotion of the Admiral
(Morley Roberts, in The Strand.)
(continued rrom last ween.j
When the admiral woke, which he
did after half an hour’s shaking, ad
ministered in turns by three of the
California's crew, who were anxious
to know where he had stowed his bot
tle of rum, he was still confused by
the "dope” given him ashore. And
then he rose and rested on his elbow.
"Where am I?"
"On board the California, to be
sure.”
“I’m dreaming," said the admiral,
"that’s what it Is. To be sure, I'm
dreaming.”
The admiral sat up suddenly, and
by so doing brought his head into vio
lent contact with the deck above him.
This woke him thoroughly just in time
to receive Mr. Simpson, mate of the
California, who came in like a cyclone
to inquire after his health.
"Did you ship as a dead man?”
asked Mr. Simpson, "for if you did
I’ll undeceive you.”
And with that he yanked the admiral
from his bunk and dragged him by
the collar out upon the deck at a run.
He rose at the end of his undignified
progress and stared at the mate.
"Who—who are you?” he said.
Mr. Simpson gasped.
V "Who am I—pb, who am I. Well,
I’ll oblige you by statin’ once for all
that I’m mate of this ship, and you’re
my dog. Now, you lunatic, take this
here ball of twine and go overhaul
the gear on the main. And if you
open your mouth to say another word
I’ll murder you.”
And though he could not believe he
was doing it, Sir Richard Dunn
crawled aloft and did what he was
told. He was stunned.
“I—I must be mad," }thought the
admiral.
“Now, then, look alive there, you
dead crawling cat,” said Mr. Simpsou,
“or I'll come up and boot you off the
ya. Do you hear me?”
"Yes, sir,” said the admiral, meek
ly, and he murmured, “I suppose I
oever was an admiral after all; I dcn’t
seem to know what 1 am.”
And the hardest nut among the ad
mirals of the active list wiped a tear
with the sleeve of his coat and came
down as he was bid.
When the crew were at breakfast
next morning trouble began.
“Say, are you an admiral?” asked
Knight, the biggest tough on board ex
cept Simpson and Wiggins.
"Mind your own business,” he said.
And Knight hove a full pannikin of
tea at him. This compliment was re
ceived very quietly, and the admiral
rose and went on deck.
"Takes water at once." said Knight;
"he ain't got the pluck of a mouse."
But the admiral went aft and inter
viewed Mr. Simpson.
"I wish to have your permission to
knock the head off a man called
Knight, for’ard. He hove a pannikin
^ of tea over me just now, and I think a
thrashing would do him good and con
duce to the peace and order of the
fo’c’s’le."
“Oh, you think so?” said Simpson.
“Very well, you have my permission
to introduce peace there.”
“I thank you, sir,” said the Admiral.
He touched his hat and went forward.
He put his head inside the fo'c's’le and
addressed Knight:
“Come outside, you bully, and let me
knock your head off. Mr. Simpson has
been kind enough to overlook the
breach of discipline involved.”
And Knight, nothing loth, came out
on deck, while Simpson and Wiggins
stood a little way off to enjoy the bat
tle.
And in five minutes his mates car
ried Knight into the fo'c’s’le.
"I don't know when I enjoyed my
self more,” said Simpson, with a sigh.
After that the Admiral had peace
and learnt something every day, and
not least from Knight, who proved by
no means a bad sort of man when he
had once met his match.
The Admiral and Simpson never had
a cross word till they were south of
the Horn. Then by chance the mate
and the captain had a few words which
ended in Simpson getting much the
worst of it. As luck would have it the
Admiral was the handiest to vent his
t epite on, and Simpson caught him a
smack on the Bide of his head that
made him see stars. And when the
Admiral picked himself off the deck
Simpson made a rush for him. The
Admiral dodged him hnd shot up the
poop-ladder. At any other time Bla
ker, the captain, would have gone for
the seaman who dared to escape a
thrashing for the moment by desecra
ting the poop, but now he was willing
to annoy Simpson.
"Well, what do you want?” he
roared.
“Well, sir, I wanted to know whether
Western Ocean custom goes here. I’ve
been told that if I thrash your mate
I shall have his Job. They say for
/ ward that that's your rule, and if bo,
sir. I should like your permission to
send Mr. Simpson forward and take
his place.”
Capt. Blaker laughed. He went to
the break of the poop and addressed
the mate.
“Do you hear, Mr. Simpson?” he in
quired, genially.
“Send him down, sir,” said Simpson.
“Are you sure you can pound him?”
Simpson gritted his teeth and
foamed at the mouth.
“Kick him off the poop, sir.”
"Are you willing to stake everything
on your flgbtln’ abilities, Mr. Simp
^ son?”
And whan Simpson said “Aye”
tnrougn tiis teeth, the Admiral jumped
down on the main deck.
Now, according to all precedents,
the fight should have been long and
arduous, with varying fortunes. But
the admiral never regarded precedents,
and inside of ten seconds Mr. Simpson
was lying totally insensible under the
spare topmast. To encounter the ad
miral’s right fist was to escape death
by a hair’s breadth, and it took
Charles Simpson, able seaman (vice
Mr. Simpson, chief officer), two hours
and a quarter to come to.
“And I tho't he could fight,” said
the disgusted skipper; "come right up,
Mr. What's-your-name, you’re the man
for me. There ain't no reason for you
to trouble about my second mate, for
Simpson could lay him out easy. All
I ask of you is to work the whole
crowd up good. And I don't care if you
are an admiral, you are the right sort
all the same. I guess that Simpson
must have reckoned he struck a cy
clone.”
And Blaker rubbed his hands. Like
Simpson at the fight between the ad
miral and Knight, he did not know
when he had enjoyed himself more.
He improved the occasion by going be
low r.nd getting far too much to drink,
as was his custom, and the promoted
admiral took charge of the deck.
“Ability tells everywhere,” said Sir
Richard Dunn. “I didn't rise in the
service for nothing. Ship me where
you like, and I’ll come to the top. If I
didn’t take this hooker into New York
as captain and master I’ll die in the
attempt."
ne naa quae come to nimseir, ana
was beginning to enjoy himself. His
natural and acquired authority blos
somed wonderfully when he took on
the new job, and, as Blaker never
swore, the admiral's gift of language
was a great vicarious satisfaction to
him. Wiggins accepted the situation
without a murmur. Even Simpson
himself boro no malice when his sup
planter not only showed none, but after
knocking the bosun’s he*4 wgniaet a
bollard gave his pine." *o tn» tornieT
mate. Though he kept the men work
ing, and goC the last ounce out of
them, nonne* them were down on him.
“I tell you he's an admiral, sure,”
they said.
"He's got all the ways of one. I
own,” said Bill, an old man-o’-war’s
man. "I spoke to an admiral myself,
once; or, rather, he spoke to me.”
"What did he say?" asked the rest
of his watch.
“He said,” replied Bill, proudly, “he
upped and said, ‘You cross-eyed son of
a dog, if you don't jump, I'll hash the
ugly head of you!’ And you bet I
jumped. Oh, he's all the ways of some
admirals, he has!”
“Well, admiral or none,” said the
rest of the crowd, “things goes on
pleasanter than they done when you
was mate, Simpson.”
And Simpson grunted.
“And he gets more work out of us
than you done, either. Simpson, for all
yer hammerin' of us.”
“I’ll likely be hammerin’ some of you
again shortly.” said Simpson. And as
he was cock of the walk in the fo’c's’le,
whatever he was In the ship, the others
dried up.
Nothing of great interest happened
till they' were well east of the Horn
and hauled up for the northward run.
And then Blaker took to religion (or
what he called religion) and rum in
equally undiluted doses.
“I’m a miserable sinner, I am,” he
said to the Admiral; "but, all the same,
I’ll do my duty to the crowd."
He called them aft and preached to
them for two hours. And when one
man yawned he laid him out with a
well-directed belaying-pin. The next
day, when it breezed up heavily and
they were shortening sail, he called all
hands down from aloft, on the ground
that their souls were of more impor
tance than the work in hand.
“Come down on deck, you miserable
sinners,” said Blaker, through a speak
ing-trumpet. His voice rose triumph
antly above the roar of the gale. "Come
down on deck and listen to me. For
though I’m a miserable sinner, too,
there’s some hopes for me, and for you
there’s none unless you mends your
ways in accordance with what I’m tell
ln’ you.”
Even with tne speaking trumpet he
could hardly make himself heard over
the roar of the increasing gale and the
thunderous slatting of the tnree top
sails in the spilling-lines.
“Don’t you think, sir, that they'd
better make the topsaib fast before
you speak to them?” said the Admiral.
"No, I don’t,” replied Blaker, “not
much, I don't not by a jugful. For if
one of ’em went overboard I’d be re
sponsible before the Throne. And
don't you forget it.”
“He’d mad,” said Sir Richard, “mad
as a March hare. She’ll be shaking the
sticks out of her soon."
He leant over the break of the poop
and called up Wiggins.
“Mr. Wiggins, one word with you.’’
Wiggins came up, as Blaker roared
his text through the trumpet.
“Will you stand* by me, Mr. Wiggins,
if I knock him down and take com
mand?”
“I will, but mind his gun,” said Wig
gins. “When he’s very bad he’ll shoot.”
It was not any fear of Blaker’s six
shooter that made the Admiral hesi
tate. To take the command even from
a madman at sea is a ticklish task, and
may land a man in gaol for all his be
ing a Shanghaied admiral.
“I tell you, Mr. Wlggin3, that Simp-1
son is a good man. I'll bring him aft
again."
And Wiggins made no objection whan
Simpson was called up by the Admiral
"Mr. Simpson,” said the mate, "thle
la getting past a Joke Have you any
objection to taking on your old job if
1 secure this preaching madman and
fake command?”
Simpson was "full up” of J<e fo'c’s’le,
and as he had a very wholesome ad
miration for the admiral he was by no
means loth to return to his old quar
ters.
“I'm with you, sir. In another quar
ter of an hour we shall have the sticks
out of her.”
And still Blaker bellowed Scripture
down the wind. He was still bellow
ing. though what he believed was not
Scripture, when Simpson and Wiggins
took him down below after five min
utes of a row, in which the deposed
captain showed something of his an
cient form as the terror of the Western
Ocean. As they went the admiral, now
promoted to being captain of a Cape
Horner, picked up the battered speak
ing trumpet and wiped some blood
from his face which had been in col
lision.
'Tp aloft with yon, and make those
topsails fast,” he roared. "Look alive,
men. look alive!"
And they did look alive. For ' Dick
ey Dunn” never needed a speaking
trumpet in any wind that ever blew.
When things were snugged down and
the California was walking north at
an easy but tremendous gait he felt
like a man again. He turned to Simp
son and Wiggins with a happy smile.
"Now we’re comfortable, and things
are as they should be, Mr. Simpson, let
the men have a tot of grog. And
how's Mr. Blaker?”
"Waal,” said Simpson, cheerfully,
“when we left him he wasn’t exactly
what you would call religious nor re
signed.”
But if Blaker was not nappy tne Ad
miral was thoroughly delighted.
“Now you see what I said was true,”
he declared at dinner that night. “If
I hadn't been an admiral and a man
horn to. rise, how could I have been
shipped on board this ship as a fore
mast hand and come to be captain in
six weeks? I’ll be bound you never
heard of a similar case, Mr. Simpson.”
And Simpson never had.
“Was it Shanghai Smith, do you
think, as put you here?” he asked.
The admiral had never heard of
Shanghai Smith.
“When I get hack I’ll find out,” he
said. “And if it was I’ll not trouble
the law, Mr. Simpson. I never allow
any man to handle tne without getting
more than even.”
“You don’t,” said Simpson. If his
manner was dry it was sincere.
"But I don’t bear malice afterwards.
Your health, Mr. Simpson. This kind
of trade breeds good seamen after all.
But you are all a trifle rough.”
Simpson explained that they had t<J
be.
“When the owner’s scheme is to have
one man do three men's work, they
have to get men who will make ’em do
it. And when the owners get a had
name, and their ships a worse, then
men like Shanghai Smith have to find
us crews. If you could get back to
San Francisco and hammer an owner
some of us would be obliged to you,
sir.'
“Ah! when I get back,” said the Ad
miral. “This will be a remarkable yarn
for me to toll, Mr. Simpson. I still feel
in a kind of dream. Would you oblige
me by going to MY. Blaker and telling,
him that if he continues to hammer at
that door I’ll have the hose turned on
him.”
And when Simpson went to carry
this message the Admiral put his feet
on the table and indulged in a reverie.
"I’ll make a note about Shanghai
Smith and settle with him in full. But
1 shall rise higher yet. I know it’s \v
me, Steward!”
“Yes, sir,” said the steward.
“I think I’ll have some grog.”
He drank to the future of Admiral
Sir Richard Dunn, master of the Cali
fornia.
Ancient London Church.
With a history reaching back to the
days of Alfred the Great, a special In
terest attaches to the Church of St.
Thomas, quaintly situated in a back
water of Regent street, and which is
now celebrating its bicentenary. A site
granted by Alfred's niece to St. Peter's
church, Ghent, was in the reign of
Henry V., in accordance with an act
for the suppression of alien priories,
settled upon the Carthusian Priory at
Shene. In 1530 Henry VIII. appro
priated it to the Crown. The next
stage was reached in 1687, when Thom
as Tenison, afterward Archbishop of
Canterbury, secured the old property
and built, first a wooden “oratory,”
and then in 1702, the present building
At length the Charity Commissioners
thought fit to upset the original scheme
and with the funds of the trust built
the Tenison Schools in Leicester
Square. Thanks to the present vicar,
a freehold site has been purchased and
parish buildings have been erected at
a cost of about £8,000, where the pa
rochial work involved in caring for the
three thousand people of the parish—
most of them poor—can be carried on
The vestry has an interesting collec
tion of portraits and prints of the vari
ous interesting people connected with
the church. Sir Isaac Newton, for in
stance, was a trustee. Here Canon
Knox Little served his curacy.
The amount of money in circulation
in the United States to-day Is $2,250,
256,230, or thereabouts. Share and
share alike, this is $28.78 per capita.
The problem with the enterprising man
is to get as many per capitas as he
Jan
WAS REFERRED RACK
DECLINED TO INDORSE WIDE OPEN
RECIPROCITY MEASURE.
fc’«w Y ork ( limnlirr of C’on»mpir«* Hindi* i
ful of tlio lact 1'h>«( th«* Interests of j
Importer* Hint Vurrlgn prci|;tit Car- !
rler> Ihuultl Not Alouv lit* CouxiUoreil,
The New York Chamber of Com
merce has declined to pass the follow
ing resolutions teported hy a commit
tee whose chairman is Gustav II.
Schwab, agent of a foreign line of
steamships:
"Resolved. That this chamber here
by expresses Us disapproval of the ac
tiou taken by the National Reciprocity
Convention at Washington ou the 20th
ultimo, as subversive of all attempts to
bring about closer trade relations with
our sister nations, and to open new J
and wider markets for our products; j
and be it further
"Resolved, That the Chamber views ;
with apprehension the policy advocat
ed by the reciprocity convention, as
likely to invite hostile legislation on
the part of the other nations against
this country to the great detriment of
Its commercial interests.”
For once the New York Chamber of
Commerce seems to have had the pres
ence of mind to recognize the fact that
it is not wholly committed to the inter
ests of importers and foreign freight
carriers. Present at the meeting were
two gentlemen who had served the
chamber as delegates to the reciproc
ity convention. Messrs. Charles A.
Schieren and James Talcott demurred
to the proposed expression of disap
proval, and in this they were support
ed by Cornelius N. Bliss, w.io said he
favored a proper system of reciprocity,
but he did not think that the chamber
was sutliriently informed to discuss or
take action at this time on so import
ant a question. The rebuke was indi
rect, and all the more effective on that
account. Three hundred of the leading
manufacturers of the United States,
after six weeks of preparatory consid
eration and two days of thorough de
bate in convention, had, with but two
dissenting votes, and one of these a
delegate from the New England Free
Trade league, decided in favor of such
■ ^ - — — — —
of Teddy" doubly iHsrounts It In h*.
gnbriety.— Mt.. Verson (ill.) News.
Yes, Indeed. Under Grover fro*
traders consoled themselves that
plants were shut down und more than
two million wage earners, out of a
job, were facing semi-starvation,
while under Toddy bread winners can
obtain work and wmges all over this
broad land. If there ir. anything that
fills the circumambient atmosphere
with lugubriety in the mind of free
traders it is the noise of humming
spindles, the racket of looms, the
shriek of locomotive whistles, the
smoke Issuing from manufacturing
plant chimneys or the song and
whistle of workmen with full dinuer
pails. Yes, yes; the free traders’ out
look is indeed somber.
L«t It Alone.
The best way to treat the tariff is to
let it alone. The most amazing thing
in the world is this persistent attempt
to have it tinkered. There is no more
sense in it than there would be in a
movement to revive the free silver issue
on the ground that the country, having
prospered under the gold standard,
ought to have a change. The two
things go together. It was the Dingley
act. iii conjunction with the monetary
legislation oC the Republican party,
*hat brought the' country out of depres
sion and established its fortunes anew.
These two are the twin pillars of the
temple of prosperity. Why should
either of them be shaken?
We hope and we believe that loyalty
to country as w’ell as to party will be
strong enough to cause this view to
prevail. Walt until some harm comes
from the tariff, instead of untold bless
ings. before we think of changing it.
There is danger to the people and the
threat of ruin to the’ Republican party
in every assault upon the tariff.—Red
Wing (Minn.) Republican.
Why the Workers Don't *Ioln In*
It. is a source of great disappoint
ment to anti-tariff men that the cry
against the trusts, so-ealled, meets
with so faint a response among those
who. if the cry were sound and true,
ought to be aroused by_ it to defend
their interests. If. as alleged, the
trusts increase prices and depress
wages, the wage-earners should be
fully aware of it and should lose no
THE HOME MARKET SANTA CLAUS.
reciprocity as may be had “without
Injury to our manufacturing, commerce
and farming." Rightly Mr. Bliss could
contend that snap jucjginent ought not
to be taken against the deliberate ac
tion of such a body of well informed
business men as they who made up the
reciprocity convention. So Mr.
Schwab’s resolutions were “referred
back,” a polito euphemism for “sat
down on.”
The free trade New York Times, dis
pleased with this, remarks:
“We cannot for the life of us see
why this should have been done. They
tell the indisputable truth In a
straightforward way. The action taken
by the reciprocity convention after its
capture and perversion by the protec
tionists is undoubtedly subversive of
attempts to open new and wider mar
kets for our products; and the policy
advocated by that convention is just
as undoubtedly of a nature to invite
retaliatory action by other nations. As
a statement of fact the resolutions are
Impeccable.”
Does the Times know of any policy
so "undoubtedly of a nature to invite
retaliatory action by other nations”
as that of granting to one nation spe
cial tariff concessions that are denied
to competing nations? Does it not
know, for example, that the new Ger
man tariff now under consideration in
the Reichstag contains a clause which
provides for the imposition of double
duties upon imports from any country
which grants to another nation a lower
rate of duties than those imposed upon
the products of Germany? To state the
case more explicitly, the ratification of
the French treaty would be instantly
followed by such an increase in the
German schedules as would practically
bar out all American imports. What
then? Why, a similar reciprocity treaty
with Germany, of course. And if with
Germany, with all other nations, al
ways excepting Great Britain, theinoBt
liberal of all buyers of American ~t
ports, but which, having no tariff, could
not retaliate. In short, free trade, or
tariff war all round. Of all policies
calculated to provoke reprisals and re
taliation. the special trade treaty pol
icy Is the most provocatory. The New
York Chamber of Commerce did well
to “refer back” Mr. Schwab’s resolu
tions.
Free-Tr«de I.ueubrlety.
“Four years more of Grover” was
doleful enough, but "three years now
timo in uniting for the regulation, if
not for the suppression of a gigantic
evil.
But the fact is that a great army of
men and women is employed by the
concerns called trusts,and these work
ers are probably much better informed
on the matter of wages and prices
than the anti-trust writers. It is
with them a matter of every day e»>
perience and they do not Join in the
hue and cry. Hardships there prob
ably are, and neither small nor largo
employers are always just to their
people, but there seems to be no evi
dence of oppressive conditions on a
scale large enough to justify the dras
tic punitory devices advocated by
some politicians.
la Thla Srnlllty ?
Our venerable contemporary, the
New York Evening Post, says editori
ally of President Roosevelt’s message,
under the head of Vagueness:
“We are advised that reciprocity
must be treated as the handmaiden of
protection. Does that convey any idea
to an expectant congress? It conveys
none to us.”
But it does to most people. Turn
ing to its news columns of the same
date, the well in which truth some
times is found, we see that Lord
Rothschild said in London to a repre
sentative of the Associated Press: “If
reciprocity is only to be a hand
maiden, it will not do England much
good.” What is the matter with the
Post, anyway? Did it think it could
keep from Americans knowledge of
the fact that reciprocity was for the
benefit of foreigners?
For Frce-Tradera t® Answer.
“Bank clearings are again above
the phenomenal record of a year ago.
Business failures for November have
been of insignificant proportions. The
crush of business upon the railroads
does not abate. Demand in iron and
r.teel continues so far in excess of
supply that higher quotations are be
ing reported in iron.”—Springfield
Republican, Dec. 2.
Will the Republican, or any of its
free trade contemporaries tell us the
reason for the above state of affairs?
It cannot be due entirely to chance.
Is there not some underlying cause
for the continued record-breaJJng
prosperity that extend* aver the vhnle
country and to every branch of trade
and Industry? And if there la a rea
son, why not state it?
HEIRESS TO MILLIONS.1
flISS NORMA MUNRO CLAIMS VAST
ESTATE IN SCOTLAND.
title of "t.adj of Dumfries" floes with
the Property Which Is 8»l<i to lie
Worth *900.000,000 — Young Lady !■
Already Very Wealthy.
A New York glri. Miss Norma L.
Munro, is now in England pressing her
,'lairns for an estate and title In Scot
land. The fortune is an enormous one,
$-00,000,000, which If obtained will
make her the wealthiest woman In the
world. The story of her claim to this
vast estate is interesting.
When her father, Norman L. Munro,
the New York publisher, died he was
engaged in claiming his right to the
estate of the ancient family of Hume
which lies in the county Dumfries, on
Solway Firth, Scotland. George, the
last Lord Hume, died intestate and the
greater number of his heirs died one
by one before the bitter and protracted
quarrel over the division of the estate
was settled.
Land and moneys therefore reverted
to the British crown, with the provi
sion that they be restored to the re
maining heirs should they ever come
to an agreement.
At the time when Norman Munro
discovered that, as grandnephew of
the last Lord Hume, he was an heir
to the Hume property, there was, it
appeared, only one other existent heir
—a Scotchman whose home was In
Edinburgh. These two were on the
road to a perfectly friendly agreement,
when both died within a short time
of each other, the Scotchman leaving
no descendants.
Miss Norma Munro therefore is, her
lawyers say, plainly the present exclu
sive heir not only of the property, but
of the title which has always been
borne by the ladies of the house of
Hume—that of lAkdy of Dumfries. The
title, by way, does not appear In the
peerage, as It Is only of local signifl
cance. This double claim Miss Munro
reeenly went to England to press.
Apart from the Scottish fortune Miss
Munro is wealthy, having inherited
many millions from her father.
Vain* or flutter Eating.
One of the favorite remedies of
physicians is cod liver oil, and why Is
one of the mysteries of the world of
medicine, when all there is about it is
an old fatty substance is wanted that
is easily digested and quite as easily
assimilated, fish oil being appropriated
with a small outlay of digestive power.
Why cod liver oil. a product of the de
composition of fish refuse, should have
ever been chanced upon, when butter
and cream are nature’s supply, and at
once the most readily obtainable, is un
explainable. While any one can take
cream or butter, the consuming of fish
oil requites the fortitude of a saint and
the heroism of a martyr; and as we
know the oil does not agree with many,
and Is hard of digestion In others.
Now, it has been demonstrated that
fresh, unsalted butter is rather more
digestible than oil, and Is pleasant to
take on thinly-cut slices of bread, and
as high as four ounces a day of this
butter can be eaten with impunity by
even delicate persons, and cream can
be taken to the full desire of the pa
tient.
When one is recovering from pros
trating sickness and the body needs
nourishment this fresh butter, it is
now asserted, has no equal in building
up the wasted tissues of the body, and
as a stimulant very hot, fresh milk is
without a rival, outside of the use of
alcohol, which last is better left alone
when possible, says the Pittsburg Dis
patch. Growing children may be great
ly benefited by indulging in generous
amounts of butter, though it may seem
expensive, but it may prove the cheap
est in the end. Either of these reme
dies can be taken without r. doctor’s
prescription, and is outside of the "kill
or cure” warrant.
A New Kellc of Burns.
There has come to light in one of
the auction rooms an interesting relic
of Robert Burns. It is an ordinary
businesslike tumbler, inclosed in an
oak case lined with velvet and secured
by a Brahmin key. The tumbler has
engraved on it the following inscrip
tion: "This glass, once the property
of Robert Burns, was presented by the
poet’s widow to James Robinson, Esq.,
and given by his widow to her son-in
law, Maj. James Glencairn Burns.
1840.” The James Robinson to whom
Jean Armour gave the relic was a Sun
derlar»1 gentleman, who became by
marriage connected with the Burns
family. The box is made from one of
the piles of the old London bridge,
with some lighter pieces of oak. relics
of the Royal George.—The Scotsman.
Uttle Girl's Unconscious Wit.
Ex-Congressman Cable of Illinois
has a charming young daughter, who
is receiving her education in France,
When she was several years younger
her father took her on his knee one
day and said to her: “To-day a man
asked me if I would not sell little
brother. He said he would give me
a whole room full of gold. Shall I let
him have little brother?” The child
shook her head. “But,” persisted her
father, "think how much money this
room full of gold would be. Think
how many things you could buy with
it. Don’t you think I’d better let the
man have little brother?” “No,” said
the daughter; “let’s keep him till he's
older. He'll be worth more then."—
Washington Star.
Do not read great authors solely with
a view to Inoculating yourself with
their idea on a certain subject, but rea
son the matter out and form your own
opinion.
