... THE MA JOE'S MESS CLOTHES. A TRUE STORY. By E. E. Cutiiell. IN Major Munnie, paymaster of the Royal Scilly Islanders, was to be seen one of those few remaining specimens of Crimean officers still to be found floating about the subordinate ranks of the British army. His contemporaries, the men with whom he had scaled the heights of the Alma or shivered in the trenches before Sebastopol, had ...

... It was more than enough for one of them, if the girl's eyes were to be taken as faithful witnesses. It was more than enough for one of them, if the girl's eyes were to be taken as faithful witnesses. ...

... *€he Jiomantic Jtjkitorg of ICabg feebnrg AS RELATED BY HERSELF I WAS SIX YEARS OF AGE when I was married to my Lord Okebury, he being at that time a sulky boy of ten, and not yet come to the title. W ...

... MR. C. L. PIRKIS, some of whose former novels are favourably known, has in At the Moment of Victory (3 vols.: Ward and Downey), written a story which has, at any rate, the merit of being unexpected ...

... SMUGLEY'S EOEEST. A Deerstalking Story. HILLO! Is that you, Smugley? said a lawyer's clerk with a general appearance of having seen better days, as his friend descended from a bus at Charing Cross. 'Ow are you getting on with the bookies? Matters is rosy, Dick, rosy; but 'ave you dined? answered his fellow cockney, who was dressed iu a suit of alarmingly largo checks with a white hat, ...

... I. SIR JULIUS VOGEL, K.C.M.G., who was formerly Premier of New Zealand, opens the Nineteenth Century with an article headed, Is It Open to the Colonies to Secede? If the whole subject, he observes, ...

... IN his novel with the suggestive title of The Curse of Carne's Hold (2 vols: Spencer Blackett and Hallam), Mr. G. A. Henty gives his elder readers the pleasure of reverting to a style of fiction whi ...

... . IT was midnight at the mess-house of Her Majesty's own brave, loyal, and trusty Hussars at Karibât. A group of young officers were collected round the blazing fire, discussing with great animation a shooting expedition which they were arranging for the morrow, and the air was thick with laughter, tobacco smoke, and repartee. Then that's settled! cried the Honourable Jenkins. We start at ...

... PIKE FISIIING AT TAPLOW, AND WHAT CAME OF IT. A NEW YEAR'S STORY. THAT vile fishing! said Mr. Poston, striding up and down his study, and shaking his watch and seals, which was his custom when angry. How cordially I hate it! It takes you off work, fills your mind with nonsense, causes you to waste time, and sends you home with your basket as empty as your head. Unfortunately I did catch ...

... . IT must be nearly five-and-twenty years ago-- yes, quite, since I made my first bet on a horserace. It happened this wise. My aspiration in those days was to become a mummer, though my years numbered but twenty-- I am not urging youth as an excuse-for the-aspiration. At the present date, to judge from appearances, my claims to consideration as a first class mummy might fairly be recognised. ...