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OW $ H ;EED. and a : Ailalrt 11 \Mr. John 1d Strat more t two mileg romd.. <a ult irder MOâ€" 1 his bors, y lines ‘hief i pitiâ€" 938 0’ resiâ€" in get ther llar, riDgt «1e the beâ€" ible 1@ 183 jail, lice NO»= t 1@ The the lei® 1"‘ o t# H NB dige ant ng the led he MS~ Phe aal na th at He ill ght <it= nolt «li€ D to LR 1b w ud Snmunbinnnintem e acth cpu sc‘ I "Let m# a out of your life, dear," they had something else to talk about, she had writw:en. “Ev{n the sight of these two. . .__| your dear face would only rouse the old But the viscount was not to be disâ€" | pain and anguish. Do not even attempt suaded from fighting; indeed, he was | to see me, for I think that I could not enger to begin. And when they all, exâ€" | bear to see you; judge, then,h ow little cepting Mercy, returned to London, he | able I am to meet any one who knows ';":‘::""!Bmt “’r“ l‘:l‘e')';f’s- ll:d inâ€" I!me and my history." stru im to fire t irst shot i Sylvi R p inâ€" the form of the usual letter. * [ jusition. Put she ihvegheâ€"o) her, reven They, Audrey, Neville, and the Marâ€" ‘during the happy morn in which the lows, went to the opera on the might of | newly married {»ri\le is supposed to think their return to hear Sylvia sing: and | of no one but her husband. ‘ her ladyship anticipated much enjoyâ€" | They «pent three months in wanderâ€" ment in watching Neville‘s delight. But | ingâ€"almost hand in hand, _ certainly she was doomed to disappointment. He | heart to heartâ€"about the (‘ontlnonp, started when Sylvia came om; his face | then returned to London, where _ their flushed when she began to sing; but friends ugerl_\' awaited them; and, as {n"'n“y it inw pale, and his brows I:\udrey sard, a second honeymoon _ beâ€" nit, and as the storm of applause broke | 3““\ C in time for ail the best out after her first important song, he | pt hy "t:’m& '"t M y â€" hzr l'dt e“A ’d got up from the chair and leaned against | M e oo terke er C Oe ~the Bivit .. [ sBR the back of the box . Then he bent for. | MÂ¥XMMA@ is going to have a danceâ€"â€" ward to Lady Marlow. ‘ "And we are just going to serve a "Iâ€"I can‘t stand it Â¥s writ on the Right Hon. _ Sir Jordan!" growled u.?h_:i:';m.:.’ il:ug:;; b:. | E:t in the viscount. "I suppose you have Tonge 1 to all of them shd ROK to me l n so wrapped up in your two sweet must go!" * CS aolvell that l{ou have forgotten all about h ur lawsuit." Aml'out hl' ';"' him ; ”.\'eville colored. . ledy Marlow found him in the smokâ€" | "Pon my word, that‘s about the truth!" ing room when they came home, sitting | he said. with a huge cigar, ard looking so unutâ€" "Ah, well, I haven‘t!" said the visâ€" tferubly jealous and wretched® thnt. anunt "IT‘va haan howt ah wouck um OS9 But the viscount was not to be disâ€" suaded from fighting; indeed, he was eager to begin. And when they all, exâ€" cepting Mercy, returned to London, he went straight to a lawyer‘s, and inâ€" structed him to fire the first shot in the form of the usual letter. Hamilton‘s hadin{Ne“\::pcper _ fikes Papohs ilfany. Armm.ron "there is such a thing as justice, thoug 1 believe it‘s rather out of fashion t think so, and justice you shall have.* There was no more to be said; in fact they had something else to talk about these two. "But, Jack c'h, Youâ€"you worked "And I‘m perfe for you now forevy object to is the m ing for mé. Besid ahe cried, blushing furiously. "Do you imagine that becauuse a certain wild girl ealled Sylvia allowed you to carry {er aboutâ€"the tomboy!â€"that you can take such liberties with the Signorina Stella! Oh, put me down, dearestâ€"some one will see us! Seriously, Neville," as he let her feet touch the ground again lightly, "we ear do without this moneyâ€"â€"" "I think not," said Neville, in his old style, that instantly recalled to Sylvia the hut in Lorn Hope, and Meth, and the elaim. "The signorima will have to make her bow to the publicâ€"â€"" from now until the end of 1900 for $1.00 in Canada or the United m* is a chance of a lihottme to secure Neville caught her as she stood on tiptoe and litted her up in his strong arms until her waist was on a level with his face. is Signorina Stella, t douna, and that she five thousand a yea: more keen about Sylvia‘s fortune than Sylvia herself. "You don‘t know how rich I am, sir!" she said to Neville, as they wan@@red through the lanes the next morning, and he showed all his boyhood‘s playing flounds, as he had promised himself that would, little dreaming how soon the delight of doing so would become posâ€" sible to him. "Do you know, Jaâ€"Neâ€" ville, what 1 earn in the course of an operatic season? Do you reaiize"â€"and she drew herself on tiptoe and looked at him with all the dignity she could put into her expressionâ€"and she was a good wetress, as we know, "do you realize that the young person who stands before you is Signorina Stella, the celebrated prima douna, and that she can afford to lose Indeed, : more keen s"!l‘ her and for the first ti viscount â€" swore _ b ought to be chief c come with me to the glass of wine! And ville, whenâ€"when y Prove her claim! Jordan | saysâ€"we sp we‘ve got!" Sylvia hid her face on Neville‘s breast Trale was the first to speak, and hi honest face was glowing with satisfac tion and delight. "It‘s all right!" he exclaimed, using his favorite formula. "It‘s all right, Mr Neville! Every one of them can be veri fiedâ€"and her claim proved! I‘m lawyer enough to know that! Take care of ‘em, my lord! Lock them up! Hurrahâ€"oh, I beg your ladyship‘s pardon," and in the very act of swinging his hat, he stopped, covered with confusion. "Don‘t apologize, Trale," exclaimed the viscount. "We ail say hurrah! _ You‘re a good fellow, Traile! You‘veâ€"you‘ve managed this business splendidly, andâ€" yes, you‘re far too good a man for a hole and corner place like this! Why"â€" and for the first time in his life the HAMILTON Slgfl-WEEKLY TIMES as now unéit the end of 1808 tor $1.00 in Canada or the Thhk nem. 1 have nothing loved child, whom I con of her Heavenly Father and confidence that He succor her. of myself nd.wilo. and ;b‘o baptismal certificates of m y Sylvia Bond Chesterâ€"to be g 1 charge such person or pe whuoerimh they may fall t S . W E the naskes 1. ; ", /*|denfug.â€" "But I can‘t help it. All the m"&lu the packet in front of tim« she was singing I was thinking of the t. how she used to sit on the edge of the He took it with an ejaculation. clain and sing to meâ€"aloneâ€"you unâ€" '“lt’.â€"it'oâ€" But it‘s sealed, my dear. derstandâ€"alone; and the sight of that I‘m to open it. Here, Neville, you OPS® | crowded house sitting there as if they‘d “'"- id to hear herâ€"and they had paidâ€" Neville did so, and they _ gathered g:.vc me silly! Lady Marlow, she must round him. He took one of several | |.,,, the stageâ€"â€"â€"" papers and read -oln:-,iy: "She‘s her own mistress, sir." . L Julian Chester, declure these %"â€" | _ #But she is going to be my wifeâ€"â€"" tificatesâ€"being the marriage certificate "Well, then," she retorted, "then you of myself and wife, and the birth uld’ will be her master, and in your present baptisma | certificates of my daughter, frame of mind the soonerâ€"â€"â€"â€"‘* Sylvia Bond Chenketâ€"to ho rennine awt I after her ut m The balance of 1908 FREBE to all new subscribers to the °C* Ner, entered m’ came up to worked for me one ‘m porlect.ly willing »w forever," he said. is the mere idea of y . Besides," his face uch a thing as justic it‘s rather out of i Sylvia, '-ith THE USURPER Nas they may fall to preserve have nothing to leave my beâ€" $ x :s 1 ‘ Wil, SLT (Signed), Julian Chester." her face on Neville‘s breast. the first to speak, and his was glowing with satisfacâ€" ght!" he exclaimed, using ormula. "It‘s all right, Mr. ry one of them can be veriâ€" opened 2g be was scount was a great deal up to the table icates of my daughter, sterâ€"to be genuine, and person or persons into ! _ How dare furioushy. . "I wR LAST spend 1 consign to the care ither, in humble trust Alldl"y, who ie table, and Sylvia, packet in front of will protect and ever y â€" MWaal 4 our work darkened, e, though tim Hurrahâ€"oh " and in the W speaking, | though she meant had gone ’hu!". melted. lag | Jack, you ‘:: love is a s ! added, wit ig | 4s it 0 | Jack * _ Ar ::: | with that was not st And tho 'M ’ was satisfi "Ah, well, I haven‘t!" said the vis count. "I‘ve been hard at work. It‘s goâ€" _ "You‘ve come in time for all the best plays in the theatre," she said. "And mamma is going to have a danceâ€"â€"" "And we are just going to serve a writ on the Right Hon. Sir Jordan!" E:et in the viscount. "I suppose you have n so wrapped up in your two sweet selves that you have forgotten all about your lawsuit." "Aren‘t you sorry I‘m not Miss Mary Brown, Jack?" "Mary Brown?" She clapped her hands. "(Oh, you heartless man! You have forgotten hert" Then as she laughed and colored, she nestled up to him, and told him how sh*> had suffered from the greenâ€"eyed monster "Â¥q t quietly, "as a sensible man ought to be, without any fuss!" as the viscount, who gave the bride away, declared. Angd one would be inclined to say that they were the happiest couple in Lynne, but thit Audrey was present as bridesmaid, aml Lorrimore as best man. Neville had sent him the wire the moment Sylvia had named the day, "B+ my best man," he said. "She," merning Audrey, "can‘t refuse to see youa on our wedding day, andâ€"well, weddings are as catching as measles." As the happy pair were starting from the Grange on their wedding trip, and Syivia had at last drawn her head into th» carriage, from the window of which sh» had been craning to catch the last glimpse of the group on the steps, she turned to Neville, who was busy digâ€" giog the rice out of his moustache and waistcoat, and with eyes overâ€"brimming yoi Porget that you spent all you bought me that night in Lorn Camp!® | smin They w hachneyed h> ; much MAnD w _es. And you never saw it Ah, ck, you were blind! They say that ve is always all on one side," she ded, with a little quiver of the lips. + it? Or do you love me a little, k* Are you glad you bought me 1 that nugget, or do you think it a not such a bad bargain, after all?" And though he said not a word, she 4 satisfied with his answer. "Iâ€"I," the poor fellow stammered. "I ma; never get this confounded money. Iâ€"am a pauper, anyhow, at present." She glided up to him, and put both he: hands on his shoulders, and forced his eyes to meet hers full of love and adotation. The door opened and Sylvia entered. She had caught his last words only. She stopped short and looked at him. She was in evening dress, radiant, lovely, all that a man desives in woman. ~Who says he has not a penny?" sHe MT Bhe â€" stopped. enough. ie sprang up De you thinkâ€"would she marry once? How dare I ask hert I h ou forget 1st ts * 63 a.. uga she meant to bully him, her rt melted. You jealous boy!" she said. marr g. "But I can‘t help it. All the ‘ she was singing I was thinking of she used to sit on the edge of the _ and sing to meâ€"aloneâ€"you unâ€" it married. How trite, how the sentence! _ And yet means to a man and woâ€" I as these two loved! They in Lynne Church, quite sensible man ought to be, uss!" as the viscount, who le away, declared. And she said ) W But _ she he assented, red Ah had â€" said I have when Hope tude as Montreal, but it is to be rememâ€" bered that the Montreal melon is no steadt on which these melons are 'gl’(;V.V‘I'I-:.l;-‘. the area of cultivation, despite all the efforts of Canada‘s agricultural sharpe Ln â€" sup .t ‘al â€" anade l i9e & : There are not more than twentyâ€"five farms on the whole Island of Montreal EKIRIALD : â€"â€" ; Which Grow Ou., .: Two Spots and Cost $1 a Portion in New York. | _ The famous Rocky Ford mntnloupe~ the real article from Coloradoâ€"is a very humble customer, indeed, beside that monarch of the melon tribe, the Montreal melon. â€" Precious â€" few New York breakfast tables the Montreal melon ! visits. ‘The swellest restaurants hotels, "('lubs and the countiry homes and villas of the very wealthy are the places where it is seen. A melon that costs $1 a porâ€" tion is too rich for the average houseâ€". holder‘s blood. The Montreal is the king of the melon tribe in looks, size, weight and flavor. It is the one melon grown that never runs the peril of striking a glutted market, for the reason that, whatever its popularity, the acreage on which it is and can be cultivated is very limited. It is truly named in that the only soil in which it grows to perfection is that of the Island of Montreal, and even there the melon acreage is practically localized to two posts, Outremont and Notre Dame de Grace. ‘"Sir Neville would like to hear what his brother said, nurse," said the surgeon. She looked up. ** ‘Rachel, forgive!" " she said. Neville starteg, ‘"Mercy"‘ he said. "Youâ€"â€"*" She looked at him, her sad face white and set, then with a slight shake of her head she moved away. Ob, irony of fate! The great and powerful Sir Jordan had come, crushâ€" ed, helpless, to die in the arms of the woman he had betrayed! â€" THE END. ‘"Yes, he spoke just before the end," said the surgeon. ‘"He spoke to the nurse. She was here a moment ago. ‘ He beckoned, and a woman narse‘s uniform came forward stood with folded hands and head. "Iâ€"I was told he was consciousâ€" that he spoke," Neville faltered, scarâ€" cely knowing what he said. Dead! It semed impossible. "A terrible loss, Sir Nevile!" whisâ€" pered the celebrated surgeon. "Engâ€" land will mourn one of her most brifi- liant statesmen. He would have been premier if he had lived. That was certain. Tt is terrible to think of." Yes, here lay the Right Hon. Bir Jordan Lynne, Bart., M.P.; the smooth voice silenced, the acute brain stopped, the ambitious spirit quenchâ€" edâ€"by a hansom cab! Neville stood beside the bed, and looked down at the still face from which the surgeon has drawn the covâ€" ering. | _ ®Yes, yes,. My hat," said Neville, _ Trale put his hand on bis arm. "There‘sâ€"there‘s no hurry. Sir Ne ville; he was dead when I left." A thrill ran through the listerers at that "Sir." "Dead," exclaimed Sylvia. Neville stood speechless. ‘"Yes, my lady," said Trale to Sylâ€" via. ‘"It was hopeless. He was conâ€" scious at the last, and knew those around him, but he only said one word. I‘ve got a cab at the door, Sir Nevilleâ€"‘ They were driven to the great hosâ€" pital of which London has a right to be proud, and conducted to the silent room of death ‘ ly | _ He came inl ooking rather pale and evidently agitated, and the viscount at onee jumrf to the conclusion that someâ€" thing had gone wrong with "the case." “\E’hnt is it, Trale?" he said. Neville shook his hand. "How do you do, Trale?" _ he said. "What‘s happened? How are you*" And he uggok the honest hand in his frank. genial manner. Trale opened his lips twice before a sound would come, then he stammered; "There‘sâ€"there‘s been an accident." _ "An accident!" "Yes. He was leaving the House to go to dinner, andâ€"andâ€"a cab coming across the bridge knocked him down â€"andâ€" andâ€"the wheel went over his headâ€"â€"" "Whose head?" demanded the viscount. "Sir Jordan‘s," said Trale, "Jordan‘s!‘ Neville started. "Where â€"â€"where is he? I must go!t" "At St. Thomas‘ Hospital," said Trale. "Iâ€"I1 saw him fall. I was going to make a last appeal to himâ€"to tell him that he couldn‘t winâ€"â€"*" His voice faltered. "Go Neville!" murmurad Suluie mauk. "I‘m glad of that!" _ said Neville, heartily. "Yes. The f)od fellow‘s delighted with his rise; but he‘s just as keen about this case as ever. He‘s in London ‘working it up,‘ as he calls it; almost lives at the Yawyen'. You‘ll be sure to see him toâ€"morrow" * But they eaw him that evening. They were ‘iult ?omgi in to dinner, "the house party," as her ladyship called it, for Lorrimore was there, when he was announced. â€"as Pitt himself. A wonderful man! If it wasn‘t that we‘ve got Trale on our sideâ€"and, by the way, I‘ve managed to get our friend promoted. His fortune‘s made." THE MONT*»~*r "It was splendid. It was indeed!" said the viscount. "He‘s a wonderful man; it‘s a pity he‘s such a vilâ€"Iâ€"Iâ€"meanâ€"" _ Neville turzedâ€" away. "I‘m not sure he won‘t beat us yet," went on Lord Marlow. "My ‘manâ€" I mean the lawyerâ€"says that, anyhow. Jordan can kee{) up at it for months, perhaps years. You see, he‘s everything. the estates, the money, his great name, at his back. Who‘d believe such things of him as we shall charge him with?" They sound incredible! And he shows not an inch of white feather; a regular ovation in the House last night, they tell me, and Jordan calm and composfl!| ing to be a tough fight, I can tell you. Jordan is game to ;.io backbone. _ Did you read his speech in the House _ last night *" "No," grunted Neville. "I read one once, and one will do for me." Neville!" murmured Sylvia, gentâ€" that the melon, which MELONS in a and bent "There was a lawyer in Cincinnati who wunohdlwtb"tm‘fiolhhluzl and the vehemence with which he would roar out his remarks to the court," said Mr. Taft. "He had a case down for arâ€" Oddly enough, the very next day revo. lutionists .mnfiud Herschelmann‘s life with a bomb.. Chey killed his coachman and horses, but the Governorâ€"General escaped unharmed. When Mr. Taft was in Moscow last fall one of his party, as they were about to return a call of ceremony made by General Herschelmann, the Governorâ€" General of the city, confessed himself doubtful as to the exact etiquette to be observed. ‘"When shall we know when to leave?" he asked. Mr. Taft, who overheard the question, turned and reâ€" Klied; "Don‘t worry yourself; when yau ear a loud noise and feel yourself going up through the roof, then it will be time to leave." "Stop it, then," sternly commanded Judge (Gary. "Scores of men have lost whole suits in this court room without raising a tenth of the disturbance you have over one coat." Former Judge Gary, of Chicago, is the hero of one of Mr. Taft‘s best stories. Judge Gary was interrupted in the hear. ing of a case by a disturbance in the rear of the room, caused by a man who had misplaced his overcoat. Summoning the offender to the bar the Judge asked him what he was making so much noise about. "I‘ve lost my coat, your Honor," was the reply. lseigolâ€"l:’-u:blr up; yassir, I‘se guilty right here.‘" ‘Persistence is a virtue, perhaps," said Mr. Taft, "but there are times when it is well to know when to give up. Down in Covington one day an old darky was brought into court on a trivâ€" ial charge. He was visibly frightened, and listened to the proceedings _ with bulging eyes, while the perspiration roll ed down his face. The clerk got up and read the complaint. Nothing happened until he got as far as "the State of Kenâ€" tucky again Sam White/ or whatever the darky‘s name was. ‘Hold on,‘ shout. ed the prisoner, rising to his feet, ‘don‘t go no furder wid dat, Jedge. ‘When you beat W Venie de Pvaintnihiran reagete Absbitcs â€"di2 TB laiccngs PR dnc white folks put de whole State ob Kenâ€" tucky against Sam White, or whatever &’..,,B“.“ & Aty Journal "I used to work for Bye Bros., but got in a row with Haps, the marager, and he fired me. I wrote and asked for the week‘s wages coming to me, and this is the answer I got: ‘You‘ll get your monâ€" The Amateur Humorist hands out this for the use of any comedian who can make it help pay the weekly board bill: The season lasts from five to seven weeks. Despite the price the supply is in no way adequate to the demand, New York being able and willing to take every melon grown on the island four or five time» over. Every melon is carefully shored up with small stones so that the air can reach it from all sides, and there will be no earth mark to show the spot where it lay on the ground during ripening. When the. Montreal melon is picked it shows no sign of contact with the earth. Every melon is labelled, and they are packed carefully in large baskets holding from eight to twelve apiece. Shipments are made exclusively by express, it being necessary to land the fruit on the marâ€" ket as quickly as possible. Every path over which the melons are wheeled in wheelbarrows is swept «mooth and clean with not a pebble or obstrueâ€" tion left. A jolt may mean a bruise and a bruise means swift decay. One can‘t take chances on dollar a portion melons. The growers take no chances in this particular, but aim to move their melons just as they ripen, the Montreal melon being particularly susceptible to decay. To obviate this every possible precauâ€" tion is taken, and the big fellows are handled as if in cotton and wool. The melons begin to show fair size by the middle of July, and netting comâ€" mences. _ Up to that time the melons are a glossy green. The progress of the netting, which is carefully noted, deâ€" termines the exact time when the melons should be picked and sent to market. wnat are known as the summer hotbeds. | Koon after the frames around the beds | are pulled away and the vines, which by’ this time are well under way, are left to face the contingencies of the wind and weather. As for the growers, all devout l Catholics, each prays to his patron saint for a hot, dry summer, which to the melon means size and flavor. The melons are grown in patches, each patch consisting of several beds, divided | from one another by two or three rows of potatoes or corn. These serve as windbreaks to prevent the wind from rooting under the young and tender vines and srooping them up. C rapagpniian sivedes, "a 0 : S x9 £ a% . 2 heavenâ€"sent gift; it is the product â€" of eternal vigilance, lots of hard work and an infinite attention to the details of cultivation. The planting of the seeds is done in March in hotbeds. After a fortnight or so careful inspection is made of the plant», and if progress warrants they are t.ansplanted into other hotbeds. The third transplanting comes in late spring, when the plants are put into what are known as the summer hotheds. BIG BILL TAFT‘s _ â€"â€"_ _ BEST STORIES BANKERS, BANK OF HAMILTON, 4 a From Whom Any Inquiries HON. WM. GIBSON, §. Under Our Guaranteed Mortgage Investment Plan. 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Why, sir, the world would go to the devilâ€"to the devil, sir, if all the men over fifty were compelled to retire. E ITCC Eo0 ETT CoTAl their days in peace and tranquility, free from care and from the incessant presâ€" sure of work." The Justice had been listening to Dr. Osler with illâ€"concealed impatience. He exploded at the question. "No, sir," he r&.red,'imf.‘ ing his fist down on the table, "no, sir, it would not | _ Mr. Taft tells of an incident one night at a dinner in Murray Bay, Canada, at ’ which there were among the guests Suâ€" preme Court Justice Harlan, who is upâ€" ward of eighty years old, and Dr. Osler, the Baltimore scientist of "chloroform ‘em at sixty" fame. It was Dr. Osler‘s first visit to Murray Bay, and the scenâ€" ery enchanted him. He was speaking of it with great enthusiasim to Mr. Taft and Justice Harlan. "What a blessing it would be if all men who have made their mark in the world," began Dr. Osâ€" ler,‘ "and who are growing old, past fifâ€" ty, say, could retire and come to some quiet, beautiful place like this and end â€" their days in beace arnid trananiftka q200 gument one morning but was unable to be present. A clerk appeared and asked the Judge to put over the case until 2 o‘clock that afternoon. ‘Where will Mr. â€"â€"â€"â€" be just before 2 o‘clock? queried the Judge. ‘In his office, your Honor,‘ replied the clerk. ‘And that is how far from here? continued the Judge. ‘Let him make his argument right from his office. We can hear him just as well as though he were in court.‘" UHC ETT TE RMCEmmE e of the Pyx, curiously cpough, dpoes not [ belong to %P'm t%fill :\gd cha;)i-i' of West. minster Abbey at all, for when in the year 1550 Henry VIII. proceeded to make a grant of the Abbey Church and its conventual buildings to the new colleâ€" giate body of dean and canons who now came to replace the Benedictine abbot and monks he expressly excepted this reâ€" markable chamber, The reason is obviously not far to seek. At that time the Regalia were stored there, and the King no doubt reâ€" garded these emblems of our national 10N, â€" . . . HAMILTON, ONT. Inquiries May Be Made 8. C. MACDONALD, Architecturally the work is full of interest, though it is of the roufhm description and almost entirely destitute | of anything which could be described | as ornament. _ Altogether, however, it makes a chamber something like 100 feet | in length, or, in other words, about the | same length as the chapel of King Henry | VII. at the eastern end of the Abbey | Church, while in actual breadth it canâ€" ‘nut be much less than the same buildâ€" ing \ In process of time this low Norman substructure, which must almost to a certainty derive its origin from the inâ€" fluence of King Edward the Contessor, came to be divided up into a series of compartments. The first of these is the historic chapel of the Pyx, in which at one time the ancient regalia of England used to be stored, so recently in fact as the period of the Long Parliament. To the Regalia succeded the Pyx, or trial coins of the realm, and here every seven years there used to be performed a ceremony known as the trial of the Pyx, when various specimens of the coinage were duly compared with these, the official standard coins. The Chapel of the Pyy, curiously cpough, dpes not. uWe y E9m 109 Do TW C ut ©asbe: : | a process of renovation, says the Queen,. | Visitors to the abbey will remember the | rude, rourd aud aimmost ugly narrow arches of that portion of ine cloisters which is attributed to the work of King Edward the Confessor. °_ _A long flight of buildings stands here | at the present time, divided into two sections, used respectively for the purâ€" poses of the library ot the gean and chapter of Westmunster and the big schoolrooms of Westminster School. in f the mediaeval period of the abbey â€" this block of buildings was one and entire, and was used for the purpose ofi the monks‘ dormitory. \ But, as is often the case in the various monastic bulidings of England, they were placed upon what is technicalâ€" ly known as an undercroft, or a kind of erypt situated above, however, instead of, as is usually the case with a erypt, below the surface of the ground. Thus below _ the ancient dormitory of the monastery run this long succession of rude Norman vaults and pillars. A Great Hall in the Cloisters Has Been % Reopened. A most interesting portion of the oid conventual buildings of _ Westminster Abbey has recently been undergoing RESTORING WESTMINSTER. ver the case until 2 n. ‘Where will Mr. e 2 o‘clock? queried office, your Honor/ Manager e." Blobbsâ€""Yes, he might be :fkeinc about ours." Blobbsâ€"‘"The man who is alwa; talking about his achievements mi(;: employ his time to a better advanâ€" An embarrassment of riches som t!gfclt‘nku“gee for mof poor relations Complaint of a Waterman. Noah was distinctly gloomy, ‘"Yes, the ark was safe enough," he admitted, "but there was«n‘t any ball game to use my rain check for." flank." Of course a large number quickly and fl;:ly availed themselves of the priviâ€" "Now, sergeant major," said che colâ€" onel, "dismiss all the men who did not fall out and march the others to church â€"they need it most."â€"Philadelphia Inâ€" quirer, A regiment of soldiers were recently drawn up one Sunday for church parade, but the church was being repaired and could only hokd half of them. "Bergeant major," shouted the colonel, "tell all the men who don‘t want to go to chureh to fall out on the reverse Once Sir Henry Irving, while glsying "Macbeth‘ ‘in London, was somewhat disâ€" concerted by one of the gallery gods. He had reached the point where &ho- beth orders Banquo‘s ghost to leave the banquet board. "Hence, horrible shaâ€" dow, unreal mockery, hence!" exclaimed Irving in his most tragic tones, and with a convulsive shudder sank to the ground, drawing his robe about his face, Just as Bangquo withdrew, an agitated cockâ€" ney voice from high up in the gallery piped out as if to reassure Irving: "It‘s all t now, ‘Enery; ‘e‘s gone!"â€" Evamdy'n Magazine, Herewith he cuffed little Ham | _By all means let us do something to ameliorate the condition of the farmer. No gro_lpec(. in the future to escape becoming ;lutocrats and capitalists except by dying or giving away their property . f _ No way to heat their dwellings exâ€" cept by furnaces. No pleasure in travel excegt one or two trips to the east or to California each year. No way to take a bath except in a porcelain bathtub. No way to come to town except in rubberâ€"tired buggies or in uubomogiloa. No way to Y\ny their debts except by cheques on their bank account. No way to get more money except by selling some of the alfalfa or wheat or stock on hand. They have nothing in which to live but large, handsome houses. Nothing for furniture, except up to date fixings, with nianos on the side. No way to talk to their neighbors except by telephoane.. No wai} to get mail rural delivery. If there is any class of citizens which needs sympathy it is the farmâ€" ere.. Th_eir condtiion is truly sad. E L WO OOR PCR HemT SV NeRl to be far superior to that of the vine for keeping articles wrapped in it fresh and ml:a-e The fi:}}:rmen of the Isle of Man i‘ck their fresh herrings in ferns, which keep the fish fresh unâ€" til it reaches the market, Potatoes packâ€" ed in ferns keep many months. _ Fresh meat also is preserved for a protracted period when swathed in fern leaves,. It is said that the preservative quality of the fern is due to the largest quantities of salt in its composision. The strong odor of the fern also repels larvae, magâ€" gots, etc. Have Practical Use as Well as Orca. mental. On many farms in this country there are areas, more or less extensive, covâ€" ered with ferns, . ‘This plant has not been regarded as of value, except for decorative purposes, but, says Leslic‘s Weekly, it has a practical value of which few people in the United States are aware, _ An American Consul reâ€" rorh that in parts of England fern eaves have long been employed in packâ€" ing fruit, fresh butter, etc., for market. Formerly grape leaves were used for this purpose, but the fern leaf is said LK .e 1 $ restoring the many {Petoring, as it were, a forgotten gem to the many beauties already possessed by our famous Abbey Church, 1t is reâ€" ported that this beautiful builAine «in The partition between them has been removed. _ New tiling has taken the place of the old broken flooring, while a general process of cleaning and renovaâ€" tion conducted upon the most conservaâ€" tive lines under the guidance of the preâ€" sent distinguished surveyor of the Abâ€" bey. Prof Lamaj., 31000z NOOT _ j6F NE AHBt minster School, with its en as heretofore, but the o ments have quite recently together, Altogether this ancient Norman work of Fdward the Confessor originally, one building resembling a low arched hall, has come to be divided up into four distinct departments. _ The Chapel of the Pyx and the gyimnnasium â€" of Westâ€" ment _,_v° P s being the property of the St:f: :‘pu.her than of the Church, and preferred to retain them in his own posâ€" session. In this manner have things conâ€" tinued right down to the present time, and the Chapel of the Pyx remains in Te MRINHE i Anls N i n ie o n n o kingship as being the Btate rather than of : used ONTARIO ARCHIVEs TORONTO conducted upon the most conservaâ€" lines under the guidance of the preâ€" distinguished surveyor of the Abâ€" Prof. Lethaby, has had the effect of The Poor Farmer VALUE OF FERNS Separated. Reassuring. , napel of the Pyx remains it of the officers of the Govern its entrance, remain the other compartâ€" except by daily © â€"46 emninn been thrown â€" voven, in Abw in vescmiadiy cans Nirmmamaliie Abces: L "What shall I do unto Jesus, who is called Christ." Ma#t. 27.22. He stands athwart the great highway of life. _ If he smiles and we respond, He is our friend and Savior; if he frowns, he is our judge, and the sun has gone down on His verdict. He is set for the fall of many. He is set for the rise of few. Have you a desire to be numbered among the few?! You may desire, you ought, you must if you are to be a man. ,‘"‘Ah, yes, ladies and gentlemen, th; beautiful heroine is now standing on her dignity."â€"Chicago News, For a moment the smoothtongued lecturer was nonplussed. Then quietâ€" ly r:;ovu'nc his composure he conâ€" tinued : °_ announced in stentorian tones, ‘"you see the dark, angry waves surgâ€" ing higher and higher. _ Even the small pinnacle that the beautiful heroâ€" ine was sundin.g on has bean swept away. Nowâ€"â€"‘* ‘"Hold on, Bill!"‘ whispered the asâ€" sistant. "De goil can‘t stand on noth» ing.' What is she standing on anyâ€" way?" Smail Foothold, The movingâ€"picture lecturer mountâ€" ed the platform and waved his megaâ€" phone. [ “AIAqu now, ladies and gantlemen." This Great Name is your lot, your burden, your prison or your palace ; tbrue of every man. Why* Hecadls)d you are made in the likeness of God. If you have a spark of honor, if you reach after the mildest ramk of dignity, you hoist the oriflamme which holds His name. Here is the morrow of the Goszâ€" pel, the foundation of character, the giory of man, Every man is forced into the company of Pilate and made to say, 'drn which all must carry, the burden of Thy Name. This flag flies, men gather under this banner, it cannot be shaken off. It is the agony of the sinner, it is the joy of the saint. We live, more, have our being here. _ Every hardened man prays, though he does not know it, he says let there be no God; God is not in all his thoughts. He is selfish, and the root 0f selfishness is hell. What is hell?* The place where God is not. I* he is not welcome to your thoughts, your heart is a miniature of hell. | must 1 not go on from glory to glur:\ Ali eyes are upon me, and _ on the« _| through me; must 1 resign and pass int | oblivion, and the recording angel writ "Sailure" on my work? It canmot be, ; _i must not be; it shall not be, My people look to me with hope, the enemy look to me with fear, wilt Tho: turn the hope into fear and the fea; into insult and scorn and derision? What wilt Thou do unto Thy great name: Must the mountain become a plain. Must the waters of the sea dry up? Wilt Thou confuse my calculations and foil the completeness of my life? Nay! A thousand arguments roll in like a flood. 1t cannot, must not be, Look at the cause! "Israel hath sinned." This is the poison in the blood, the duliness in the brain, the dimness in the eye; this takes beauty from the cheek, vim from the rerve, courage from the heart. It hides the face of God, flashes the red danger signal on the downward road; it separâ€" ates and drives away. Here is the burâ€" _den which all must carry, the burden of Thy Name. This flag flies, men gather under this banner, it cannot be shaken off. It is the agony of the sinner, it is the joy of the saint,. We live, more. Didst thou not promise to be with me as thou wast with Moses? Hast thou not lifted me up to share in this great work, Hast thou not smiled upon me that I might convey that smile to othâ€" ers? Do 1 not bear this load of dignity, must 1 not go on from glory to glory. Al eyes are upon me, and _ on thee, through me; must 1 resign and pass into oblivion, and the recording angel write "failure" on my work? It canmot be, it must not be; it shall not be. My people look to me with hope, the memy look to me with fear, wilt Thou wtn the hope into fear and the fear nto insult and scorn and derision? What vilt Thou do unto Thy great name? Just the mountain become a plain. grims of whose pr written. But any that reaches the east three gates gates, on the south thre west three gates, and al into the citv. Many will spond, and Difficulty ; to the Cel contession . follow Thee Hear ther matter. Co and so forthâ€" the best subjec the striking a may be so, but form which cor ter rather of ph signiricance and that a man suc to be converted way as is reco Apostles, religio M1 the swe first SUNSY hone Conversion wherefore l4 road which ill come by Joshua, 7 thou not promise to u wast with Moses? : Varieties of The Greast Name ites, and all the gates lead hun (George Jackson.) f the great variety of form Necessity ; som constraint of Some â€" are cor me _ are :C bled to the "God be m« â€" when the mise to be q loses? Hast t are in this go smiled upon the morth three ee gates, on the Conversions mlough of Deâ€" e and the Hin the only road any will come MILLER ot Him wit and the glad Lord J will Thou goest." of the whole soul‘s return man journey the si rushed + dust, rciful t 811 rtain such ( the disâ€" ind ind me &A s 3i yC