... A BIT OF SPOET. IT was in India last year I met the Commissioner O'Leary. A little, roundabout man he was, with a merry twinkle in his eye and a brogue you might cut with a knife. I tooled him over to inspect a station he had to visit, he admired my Arab, we discovered a mutual love of horses, and over this and that joke and anecdote we became good friends, and spent a merry evening together. ...

... HAULED FOE. THE CAMBEIDGESHIRE. AH UNDERGRADUATE STORY. By Auchie Armstrong. LORD SCORRIER had reached his third year at Cambridge with only one bar to his complete happiness and his progress at the University. Having with difficulty succeeded in sur mounting the obstacles afforded by the Little go, he attacked his General examination at the end of his second year, and came to such ...

... HEATHERTHORP. A SPORTING STORY By Byron Webber. CHAPTER XVI. (Concluded) MISS CARDMUMS was absent from Heatherthorp when the happy pair returned home, and so in lieu of paying them a visit she wrote the Doctor a voluminous letter of congratulation, stuffed full of pious quotations and goody poetry. Poor dear, said Kate, as she read the epistle. I don t care what you say, Arthur, I am quite ...

... MAGAZINES AND SERIALS FOR OCTOBER. (Seco>td Notice.) CASSELL'S Magazine of Art closes its volume with the present number, and announces the giving of prizes for art students in competitions open to works executed in oil, water-colour, or black and white, not excluding, we presume, other monochrome works; together with the enlargement of the Magazine, its price to remain unchanged. We welcome ...

... HOW WILD-FOWL COME TO MARKET. By Wild Fowler. No. VII.-- SNARING AND HOOKING SEA-FOWL ON THE CONTINENT. IT is somewhat puzzling at first for a stranger to make out how the poorer villagers who live on the coasts of France and Belgium manage to live at all. True, they all have, somehow, a house of their own, and how ever low may be the standard of its comforts, it is a house after all, and, no ...

... . Part IX. IT seems at first sight somewhat erratic to jump from a description of the little terrier Monkey to that of a kangaroo dog. The reason is obvious, when I say that I have since met the kangaroo hunter and his dog, and more remarkable because it has been a matter of accident. His anecdotes are very numerous as to kangaroo-hunting, but they invariably wind up with the death of the ...

... UNFAIRLY WON. BY MRS. POWER O'DONOGHUE, Author of Lndiics on Horseback ...

... LADIES ON HORSEBACK. LEARNING, PARK-BIDING, AND HUNTING, WITH HINTS UPON COSTU2IE, AND NUMEROUS ANECDOTES. By Mrs. Power O'Donoghue Authoress of The Knave of Clubs, Horses and Horsemen, Grandfather's Hunter, One in Ten Thousand, Spring Leaves, Thoughts on the Talmud c., e. (Begun in Ko. 350, October 2.) Part III. Continued .1 I would desire particularly to impress upon you that if your ...

... UNFAIRLY WON. BY MRS. POWER O'DONOGHUE, Author of Ladies on Horseback Ac. {Commenced January 29 th. No. 368.) CHAPTER XXXY. IN a neat but somewhat gloomy lodging, situated in one of the principal streets of a flourishing town in the south of Ire land, sits Ivy Delvayne. A year has passed away since the day of her inauspicious marriage. Time has not dealt lightly with her, if we are to judge ...

... ROBERT EUDE, A STORY OF THE MIDDLE AGES IN ENGLAND. By A. H. Wall. PART TWO. OONCEENING THE REBELLION OF KINO HENRY THE YOUNGER. CHAPTER X. (continued) AT night the great Earl's camp before Tutbury had settled down into gloom and silence. There was just light enough in the sky to reveal the black towers and ramparts of the castle perched high on its rocky eminence, and scarcely enough to ...

... BOBBING FOB CAT-FISH. BRINK POND, Pike Country, Penn., Aug. 10.-- Bobbin' for cat-fish may seem to be at first thought, not only an extremely unpoetieal, but a decidedly undignified, means of extracting pleasure from a summer holiday. As to dignity, however, it may be that it should not be coupled with anything that one elects or is called upon to do after he has taken himself out of the ...

... Her name was Harriet Dredge, Gubble. Her name was Harriet Dredge, Gubble. Oh, dear Then it is she I said. All the way from Porto Kico. Think of it 'What a journey at this time of year.! 'Gubble, you're a fool. Yes, sir, I am. I should not have been here if I hadn't been a fool. I know it, Mr. Dredge, too well. Haven't you an idea? What's to be done when-- when Harriet comes I I should ...