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ar it is only another significant sign of these most porntous times. The protracted sieges must have tried its institution sorely, and there has been no suflicient reacon to restore its flagging animation. The cost of one of tese great restaurants is enormous, nor can it reduce exenses materially without compromising its character. nmense rent; heavy taxes; chefs whose names are suposed to bear their price; the chef principal, the chef atremettier, the rôtisseur, &c.; wine butlers who must be pable and responsible; majors domo and waiters who right carry clients with them were they suffered to go way discontentel; ladies of looks and financial ability or the counter; a troop of subordinates, in sight and out f it a profusiva ot' fine linen continually renewed; plate, rystal, and cutiery, cit.,; waste to be covered in the more elicate provisions that will not keep for to-morrow; and ist, and very lar from least, the cellars. A restaurant of enown must be literally sed upon a quantity of sunken apital. If you urink your old wines without replacing iein, you are draining your establishment's lite-blood. Ve can fancy the tectings of the masters of the Trois 'rères when it became a question of retrenching on the lagnificent style of their world-famed house, and tamperog with the spotless name transmitted by a line of noble

It had stopped to purvey catsmeat and ratflesh; t had been constrained to cater for messieurs of the Comaunt',

who had a w:y of sciting the audrtion with a look Ta neat. The sacrifices in compromises had gone for vothmus, and the day has come when it inust die, it it were o civ with decency. It kuus tatien urapeu decorously in is m ntle, and we reir iis tall is ominous of the general trusletur existence in uxurious Pulls.



taken to the criminal court to stand his trial for perjury and forgery. Sir Bernard Burke, in his “Vicissitudes of Families,” bas also given a well-written summary of the case, from which and the Times's reports and other sources we venture to narrate this twice-told tale.

The Smythes of Ashton Court (a beautiful residence on the river at Clifton) are a good olà English family. They first settled upon their present estate in the fifteenth century. Hugh "Smythe, son of Thomas Smythe, M.P. for the county of Somerset, 1634, was created a baronet for his loyal services by Charles I. The family papers are said to include many very interesting documents of that period, and the munimeni-room at Ashton Court gives every evidence of the careful preservation of the family records in each successive generation. At the commencement of this century, Sir John Hugh Smythe, baronet, was in possession of the estates. in 1802 he died without issue, and was suo

led by his nephew, Sir Hugh Smythe, eldest son of Thomas Smythe, of Stapleton, Gloucestershire. Although he was twice married, Sir Hugh was known to have no issue by either wife. In 1824 he was succeeded by his only brocher, the late Sir John Smythe, baronet, who, dying without issue in 1849, left his eldest sister Clarence, the wite of John Upton, Esq., of Westmoreland, in full possession of the family estates. Her son, Thomas Upton, died during her lifetime, and in 1852 the property come to her grandson, John Hey Greville Upton, à minor, who, dropping the name of Upton, assumed the name and arins of Smythe, by royal license, and he was afterwards, when he came to age, restored to the family title and dignity of baronet.

At the drath of Mrs. Clarence Smythe in 1852, Mrs. Upton made her son a ward of the Court of Chancery, and placed the estates in the hands of her brother, M:. Arthur Way (afterwards member for Bath), who was appointed receiver of the Ashton-Court estates by the Lord Chancellor.

Mr. Way had hardly entered upon his duties when he received a letter, dated Bristol, Sept. 8, 1852, from Thomas Rodman, Esq., of Wellington, “the deputy steward of Sir Richard Smythe, baronet, Somerset," claiming the estates, forbidding the destruction of deer in the park, requesting Mr. Way to consider himself a trespasser, and informing him that Sir Richard Smythe had that day taken possession in person of Heath house, at Stapleton, and that he would in future consider Mr. Way's visits at that house or lands a trespass. Mr. Way was speedily treated to the next chapter of the extraoruinary story thus inaugurated. Joseph Turvey, an old servant of the family, presented himself from Heath house, the family mansion in Gloucestershire, with the following information. Two suspicious-looking men had called at Heath house on the previous afternoon and requested to see the establishment. Turvey, not unaccustomed to visits of this character, had commenced to show them over the house. When the old servitor pointed out the picture of Sir Hugh Smythe, one of the visitors, suddenly exclaiming, “O my beloved father!” prostrated himself before the painting, and informed the astonished Joseph that he was the owner of the estates. Unable to restrain himself, Joseph exclaimed, “ Now I tell ye what it is ; I've known the family, man and boy, this fitty year, and I've never seen the likes of you among 'em, and if you don't just clear out, I'll kick ye out, and that's all about it;” whereon the visitors thought discretion the better part of valor and disappeared. On this very day the pretended Sir Richard Smythe and his solicitor, Mr. Rodham, presented themselves at Ashton Court. Mr. Way receiveri them, and after sarcastically complimenting “ Sir Richard" on his baronetcy, desired the fullest information. The solicitor made a long rambling explanation, after which “ Sir Richard " requested that the household should be discharged to enable him to bring in his own servants. He asked for the keys, and said he would allow Mr. Way two hours to take his departure. Mr. Way, having been a patient listener, now remarked, " I must now request your attention to what I say. You have come here in the face of day to perpetrate a robbery of no ordinary kind. In a case so monstrous I can make no distinction between solici


" There was a well-known car in which I was engaged – that of Tom Proris, who called himselt Sir Richard Symthe. U on ihe brief nothing could be more complete all that claim.” Lord Chief Justice borili, during the heuring of the Ticib role citse, Jan. 25, 1872.

The Lord Chief Justice must have often thought of that well-known case since his acquaintance with the claimant to the Tichborne property. It is a curious coincidence that the leading counsel for the notorious Tom Provis should be the judge in the next most celebrated case of the

century. When his Lordship's memory went back to the famous trial there was another person in court who playej a leading part in the Gloucestershire drama. The solicitors who opposed the claini of Tom Provis to the extensive estates or the Smythes of Ashton Court, estimated ac £20,000 to £30,000 a year, were Messrs. Palmer & Wansey, of Bristol.' Mr. Palmer, the head of the firm, has long since retired from practice, but has been a constant ili tendant in court dur.ng the Tichborne trial. The Judge on the occasiou of the trial at the Gloucestershire assizes wus L Chef Justice Coleridge, the attorney-general's father.

Time plays curious treaks at the bar. People who remember the case of the assumed Sir Richard Suyile pretend to trace a prille between that case and the li hborne trial, but the uniy association between dhe two is their remarkable character. Whether the claiman, in the Tichborne case is an impostor or the true Sir Roger, he is ant syether a different person to the notorious

The only excuse we can have for reviewing the strange story of the Gwucestershire baronetey at this time is on the ground of the Lord Chief Justice's reterence to it, and the public appetite for any thing and every thing which can be said to have the slightest association with

The case is reported at length in the Times of 1853 and 1854, for Tom Provis, after the failure of his claim in the civil side, was arrested and

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tor and client. You must both leave the house within the abroad and was dead. A letter was produced as having minute, or be prepared to take the consequences.” They been written by Sir Hugh to his wife on the eve of her remonstrated. Mr. Way remained unmoved. The minute confinement, wishing her a safe deiivery. The case went had hardly expired when he rang the bell. The servants on to prove that in 1819 Sir Hugh was married again to a entered, carried off " Sir Richard ” and his client, “ legs Miss Howell, and at this time Sir Hugh, believing his son and arms,” and deposited them outside the house.

to be alive, executed a document declaring the plaintiff to Little further was heard of the new baronet the fol- be his son, and that the document was discovered in the lowing spring, when a well-known solicitor, Mr. Cattlin, possession of Lydia Reed, the plaintiff's nurse, and that it began to act for “ Sir Richard.” The new solicitor served was signed by Sir Hugh Smythe and Sir John Smythe, his the tenantry with notices to account to no one but himself, brother. It was purported to have been discovered in the "the agent of Sir Richard,” but only one of the tenants possession of an attorney's clerk in London. In the narrawas led into following his course. Rumor soon gave out tive of the personal career of plaintiff it was alleged that that Sir Richard had come into possession of important he had gone abroad and given himself up to study until lis documents establishing his claim, and he grew in favor. return in 1826, when he became a lecturer on mnemonies. Whereas a short time previously he was a pauper, he was He suspected he was the rightful heir, but circunstances now in possession of St. Vincent's Priory, Clifton, with prevented him taking the necessary steps until 1849. The a person

who styled herself Lady Smythe presiding at his learned counsel intimated that the main fact in the case table. Tradesmen crowded round him, foreseeing great would be that Sir Hugh Smythe was married in Ireland, custom, and were not only willing but eager to advance and that the plaintiff was the issue of that marriage. The him money. Sir Richard and Lady Symthe went on Sun- learned counsel narrated the plaintiff's story with remarkdays to the church followed by a lackey carrying the fam- able force and eloquence, making a telling appeal to the ily Bible. Mr. Way was served with a writ of ejectment jury, on account of the difficulties his client had tu encounby Mr. Cattlin to regain possession of Heath House, Sta- ter in prosecuting his case against an opponent so tornid pleton and Elmington Farm, both in the county of Glouces- able as the defendant. He complained that the defendant's . ter. The family solicitors, Messrs. Palmer & Wansey, agents had intimidated his witnesses, but he neverticles were informed that Mr. Cattlin was in possession of a will had confidence in their coming forward and attesting the that rendered the title of Sir Richard Smythe beyond truth. Nothing could appear more honest and just thua doubt. Mr. Way and Mr. Palmer sought inspection of this the plaintiff's claim, as Mr. Bovill set it forth from liis clear will, and convinced themselves that it was a barefaced and admirably-drawn instructions. It was a case, tou forgery, and were satisfied that it was the work of “ Sir which might well excite the sympathy of a high-minded Richard ” himself, seeing that the misspelling corresponded gentleman like the present Chief Justice; but he and hiwith the misspelling in letters of the plaintiff's. Mr. Way brethren in the case were destined to be cruelly sold bis and his solicitors began to prepare for the trial. A detec- this ill-used heir, who had been brought up by a carpenter tive was set to watch Mr. Cattlin's offices. Mr. Field act- when he should have been enjoying the comforts and luxurie ing for the defence, commenced his labors of tracing the of his high position. The plaintitt being called into the pedigree of the plaintiff: Mr. Way (who was well quali- box related his extraordinary story, swearing that the wil fied for his task, having acted as a justice of the peace

in of the late Sir Hugh Smythe had reached him in a brown New South Wales) went to Ireland to make inquiries in the paper parcel from London from one * Frederick Crane," neighborhood of Court MacSherry, where, according to the whom he had never seen. The will was sealed with a small plaintiff's case, Sir Hugh Syrthe had married his (plain- | containing the arms of the Smythe family, with the netto tiff's) mother, Hesther Gookin, in 1796. “ Sir Richard " Qui Capit capitor.” The case went ou for some tine had been there before him, and at the Earl of Bandon's most prosperously. The result looked like a cert..inty is had reported that “ an illegitimate heir had got possession the claimant. There was great excitement in court whua of his vast estates.” The alleged marriage with Hlesther Sir Frederick Thesiger rose to cross-examine him. The Gookin proved to be a fabrication, that lady never having learned counsel shook some of the strong points dat het existed. Mr. Field was equally successful in his researches. been laid down, but nothing of a startling nature transpired He not only discovered that the plaintiff was not Sir until plaintiff's further cross-examination on Aug. 11, Richard Symthe, but found out who he was.

when he denied that he ever went by the name of Proris

, When the trial came on for hearing at the Gloucester or that he had ever said John Provis, of Warminster, latels Summer Assizes, Aug. 8, 1853, there was great excitement of Frome, was his father, or had ever claimed kindred with throughout the shire, and in fact throughout the coun- Mr. Provis, the manager of the Yeovil bank. He said he try. Mr. Justice Coleridge presided as Judge; Mr. Bovill, had only been married once, and that the name of bis wie Q.C., Mr. Dowdeswell and Mr. Phipson appeared for the was Ashton. Sir F. Thesiger then handed him a letter plaintiff; and Sir Frederick Thesiger, Q.C., Mr. Crowder, which he had written to Miss Clarence Smythe, in which Q.C., Mr. Alexander, Q.C., Mr. Tufnell, and Mr. Gray, the plaintiff stated, “I have a second wife.” Plaineti for the defence. Mr. Bovill, in opening the case, explained explained that he might have meant a young wite, but lie that at the death of Sir Hugh Smythe the estates passed to was soon after obliged to admit his second marriage by the his brother, Sir John Smythe, and that plaintiff came to a name of “Mr. Thomas Provis.” He admitted that he haul knowledge of his rights by going to Sir John in 1849, and applied to Mr. Moring, a seal engraver in Holborn, and informing him of his relationship to the deceased, Sir Hugh ordered some seals to be engraved; but did not on the Smythe. The news so affected the Baronet that he died occasion order a steel seal to be made according to pattern the next morning. The learned counsel said that for want which he brought with the crest, garter, and motto of the of funds plaintiff had been prevented from asserting his Smythes of Long Ashton to be engraved thereon, but that right to the property, but that now it would be established he ordered it afterwards. beyond doubt that he was the son of Sir Hugh Smythe, by A startling and dramatic incident occurred at this stage Jane, the daughter of Count Vandenbergh, to whom he was of the trial. A person in Oxford Street, after reading in married in 1796 in Ireland. The entry of the marriage in the Times the account of the case as tar as it had yot. a family Bible would be proved. A brooch would be pro- telegraphed to Sir F. Thesiger that he could give impurduced with the name of Jane Gookin upon it, together with tant information. Counsel on both sides had not beed her portrait. She had died in childbirth, and Sir Hugh pestered with letters and telegrams as they have been !! Smythe being anxious to marry the daughter of the Bishop the Tichborne case. Telegrams were fewer and more of "Bristol, Miss Wilson, the plaintiff's birth was kept a startling things, too, a few years ago than they are now. secret, and he was brought up in the house of a carpenter This one was promptly answered, and the reply came as named Provis, at Westminster. It was this that had given quickly, requesting Sir F. Thesiger to ask plain tit whethes rise to the report that plaintiff was an impostor. Mr. in January last, he had not gone to a person at 161 Osun! Bovill further argued that a man named Grace, Sir Hugh's Street, and desired him to engrave the Bandon crest up. butler, had informed Sir Hugh that his son had gone the rings produced, and also to engrave the name “ Gookin"

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2 the brooch. Sir F. Thesiger read the despatch, and put REMINISCENCES OF THE QUEEN'S THANKSle question to plaintiff, who, having already been a

GIVING pod deal worn by the cross-examination, fairly broke down ader this last attack. Amid the breathless excitement of

BY A POLICEMAN. le court, and turning sickly pale, complainant said, “I I'm particler full of thanksgiving, sir, that I am, by reaid."

A few more questions were put, after which Mr. son that it's all over. I'm as sore all over as if I had run ovill rose, and addressing the court said he could scarce- under a millwheel. If the mark o' that wenemous old woexpress the emotion which he felt at the turn the case man with the pecooliarly sharp funny bone ain't in black ad taken. After such an exposure, which was unpar- and blue just above my fifth rib, my number ain't ten hunleled in courts of justice, he and his learned brethren dred and twenty. Feet — my feet are like two lumps of redIt it would be inconsistent with their duty as gentlemen hot jelly, for they've been trodden on, jumped on, danced 'the Bar to continue the contest any longer.

on, and made props on for two days almost straight ahead. A verdict was at once given for the defendant, and “Sir I'm agoin' to sleep while I stand, I'm that dead tired and ichard " was afterwards taken in custody and placed in weary; and Bill Scroggs, the fire-escape man, swares that le dock as “ Tom Provis,” to take his trial for perjury and he saw me early this morning walkin' composedly up and rgery At the criminal investigation curious revelations down a snorin' like a reg’lar good ’un. But Bill is a little ime to light as to the way in which the clever impostor too fond o' crackin' his jokes, and I never snores in my ad got up his case. The seal engraver, Mr. Moring, sleep, leastwise nobody said so except my old woman.

No roved that the brown paper was the same in which he had two ways about it, we've had a bout of it, us policemen. I nt a seal made by the prisoner's order, on the 17th went on duty here in Fleet Street at nine on Monday mornIarch, 1853. He engraved the arms and the motto of the ing, and stopped on till Monday night at ten. All the force mythe family on this seal. The “u” in “ Qui Capit together fell in at a quarter to five yesterday morning, and apitur” had become blotted and was made to resemble my turn to come off duty didn't come till after four this n"0." The engraver had not noticed the error. The morning, and now I've had another turn this afternoon. al which was produced in court by the prisoner had on it There's one man in our subdivision who, they say, hasn't ne fatal word “ Capitor,” with which the deed had been been off duty for the whole three days, but has been walkealed.

ing up and down the middle of Fleet Street all the time, The will of 1823, it was shown, had been written on except during his five minutes' relief to get a glass of beer. archment chemically prepared, and by a process unknown But, I think, sir, that must be an ejaculation, for city police ntil within fourteen years of the trial. The forged letter flesh and blood couldn't hold to it. rom Sir Hugh to his "wife Jane,” mentioned “Lydia A good long spell of time ain't nothin' comparatively,

as a fitting nurse for her, and the claimant had when you'veonly got to walk up and down leisurely, have your tated that this was the woman who had brought him up, beer pretty regʻlar, and an occasional refreshing chat with a nd from whom he had obtained a picture of the late Sir brother constable where the beats join. But them two days Iugh and the other relics of his family, which were you had to work like a coalwhipper every minute of your xhibited in court. Unfortunately for him, however, his time. Then, you see, a coalwhipper gets his beer, and has wn sister, Mrs. Heath, and other witnesses proved that free privilege to swear till he blows the smut off his face, if hey had known the picture for thirty or forty years as he is that way inclined; but we could neither get a drink nor the portrait of John Provis, the eldest son of the carpen

a relief to our minds — no matter how much they was ager." Mrs. Heath declared that she had never known him grawated — by a good spell of promisquis d-ing. Martyrs is any other than her own brother, until he had become a and 'ermits! Whenever I 'ear on parties as walk with peas public lecturer on Mnemonics,” and travelled about the in their boots, or wear handcuffses round their waistses, or :ountry under the title of “ Dr. Smith.” A Bible was put flog themselves, by way of penance, or live in naturally n evidence showing his marriage to Mary Anne Whittick, damp caves with prickly places in the rocks for beds, I ind several witnesses proved his marriage, although he had weigh the whole kit on 'em up for fools. If they want a real, lenied that interesting event on oath during the trial. honest, downright, straightforward spell of torture, what do The ancient rings and some other relics were found to have they want exporting of theirselves to furrin parts when they been purchased at the shop of Mr. Cocks, jeweller, Oxford can join the force at home, and have the experience of a Street, in 1853. On one of these rings the prisoner had great public occasion? Why, sir, to say nothing else, they engraved Jane, wife of Hugh Smythe, Esq., m. 1796 d. would have the pleasure of suffering from the pangs of 1797." This particular ring bought as ancient turned out hunger. Of course, afore I came on duty on Tuesday to be of comparatively modern manufacture. On another morning the missis made up some sandwinches, and wrapped ring he had had engraved “ Jane Gookin," and it was in up in my pocket-hankercher half of a cooked haddock I had connection with this particular ring that he broke down taken home in my pocket the night before. Well, about when cross-examined upon the engraver's telegram. Mr. eleven, havin' had no breakfast, I thought I would try a sandCocks's book was produced. It contained entries of direc- winch. You should ha' seen what they was like arter the tions for engraving made by the prisoner himself.

squeezing they had got in my coat-tail pocket!

Half was Tom Provis from the dock cross-examined the witnesses crumbs mixed with Auff and paper, t'other half — as was against him at great length, interspersing his questions with moist and solid, had the look of a forced meat ball that the speeches and statements, the point of most of them being cat has been playing with. As for the fish in the other that he was the son of Sir Hugh Smythe, baronet ; that in pocket, blest if you could tell which was haddock and which prosecuting his claim he had done things which could only was handkercher, and in the uncertainty I couldn't bring be justified by the circumstances. At the close of his last myself to try the compost, for I didn't care about eating the speech he considerably astonished everybody. Putting his "claimant” and the attorney-general pulling at the little hand behind his neck'he drew forth an enormous pigtail

. boy, which was the pattern on the pocket-hankercher. It Ostentatiously exhibiting it to the jury, he appealed to it was afternoon afore I got five minutes' relief, and three of as conclusive evidence of his aristocratic birth, adding that I spent in struggling into a public-house, so all I could solemnly, “ Gentlemen, I was born with it, and my son was have was a glass of ale and then back again to be butted born with one six inches long!” Despite this last touch- against and kneaded for another spell. ing appeal, the prisoner was found guilty and sentenced to On Monday night round the corners of the Triumphal twenty years' transportation.

Harch, in Ludgate hill, there was some as tight fits in the way Should the curious reader ever find himself in the of squeezing as any thing I ever seed. Blowed if I know where picturesque neighborhood of Ashton Court, he will have all the babies comes from in a crowd. Go where you will, little or no difficulty in obtaining a sight of the pigtail and whenever there's a squeeze there's always sure to be a mothother relics which remain as memorials of the well-known er with a baby right in the very heart of it; and it's an even case” referred to by Lord Chief Justice Bovill during chance if the woman ain't got two. I wonder whether the an ɔther famous trial, Jan. 25, 1872.

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young 'uns to bring them out to see every think as they do? I don't mean for to go to say that I ain't fond of babies in a way, but I own up to it that they sets my teeth on edge in a crowd. They squall when they're squeedged, and when a baby squalls it's just like a dog a-howling: All the rest within hearing take it up and keep it going; then the mothers sets a skreetching, and the husbands gets savage, and the old women hegios to jawr, and the mischievous devils of boys set a shoving, and so a block is sure to form with a rush at the tail end of it. I reckon that within the last two days there must have been lots of babies changed and soine lost outright. On Monday night in the middle of the squeedge by the harch, a man lays hold o' me, and cries out that his wife was laying in a faint on t'other side of the road, close to the harch, with the baby in her arms. I couldn't get to her, not if it hal been to save her life; but I sees a carpenter as was workin' up above, holding out a baby that had been handed up to him, and axing that the owner would come forward and identify it. I shouts out to him that the kid was wanted over at my side, so it was passed from hand to hand overhead to me, and I gave it to the man, glad to get his mouth shut. Just then there came a rush and he was swept up the street; but in about a quarter of an hour back he came in a bad way to tell me that the baby warn't hisn at all, and that he thought he had lost the wife for good. I tried to convince him that one baby was pretty nigh as good as another, 'specially when about the same age; but he didn't seem to see it, and kept standing by me a’most crying after his wife and his own kid. I persuaded him to take it easy and wait awhile, for it was pretty sure the real owner of the baby would turn up. Well, there he stood and held the stranger, that took to him quite amicable, and I do think he would have gone away content with it if the right father and mother hadn't turned up in tears after having been at the office to report their loss. So they took the infant and left him with ne'er a'baby at all, and a wife lost in the bargain; whether he is still a bereaved 'usband and father, or whether he found the pair at home afore him, is more than I know. On Tuesday afternoon I saw another game with a baby. There was a bad squeedge in Fleet Street and a woman with a young 'un in the thick ot' it as usual. It did look as if the brat would come to grief, and a gentleman as was settin' at a window with a lot of ladies stretched over and nipped up the child. Just at the minute the block burst, and the mother was whirled on, leaving the infant high and dry with the gentleman, who looked a little sheepish when a chap in the crowd advised him to adopt it on the spot. He tried to get the ladies to take it, but they turned up their noses at the common man's kid; you see, it hadn't a bib and tucker on; and by the way it slavered I guessed it was teething. At last he gave it to a young man to hold, who evidently wasn't used to the business, and who the wag in the crowd would have was the unfeeling father who had neglected his duty towards it, and had been served out by the betrayed young woman, in having the kid put upon him in this way. Whether that 'ere young man stuck to the young 'un, whether he took it to the workhus, or whether the mother turned up and claimed it, I can't tell you, for I had to go away while he was a standing with it in his arms and looking at it with a comical bewildered look, as if a baby was a natural curiosity just inwented.

My post on Tuesday morning was close to the Temple Bar. When we got there at five o'clock the streets were nearly as full as they commonly are at eight. The Bar itself was blocked by scaffolding, for the workmen were still at it, and the only passage was through the harches on the pavements. The whole street, east and west, was in a blaze with lights, for people were hard at work fitting up their decorations, and they didn't many of them get done till close on nine. Lots of people had been walking about all night, and had begun to take up their positions for the day in the good pitches against the barriers on the Temple side of the Bar. Once in they could not get out, if they had wanted ever so bad, for the mass formed behind them had wedged them in. There they had to stop till close on three o'clock, and most of them without bite or sup. Lots that might have had something in their pockets could not get at them, so

close did the people stand. There was one old lady there as was making herself very comfortable — she was of the old campaigner breed, evidently. She got next the barrier, so that she could get her arm over, and so to her pocket, where she had a lump of German sausidge and a flat bottle, and may I never if she didn't drink the Queen's health when her Majesty was halted by the Lord Mayor, and then shied the empty bottle arter Sheriff Bennett's horse. Plenty of men came along on their way to work, but once in the crowd, could get neither way, ard had to make a holiday of it, whether they would or not. Over and over again I was asked, “ Can't you push ine throu:zlı, policeman, I'm bounel to go to work." But what could I vo to help them, wedged in myself as I was, nearly as ti ht as any body? A few of the people were drunk from the first thing in the morning, mostly them as had been up all night; but they went to sleep comfortably on their legs, for their neighbors were to close for them to fall down, and so they got sober again. ; One suspicious party we pulled down froin clambering up on to the Bar, as turned out to be a woman in man's clothes : and her we did manage to lock up. But when the crowl got thicker you couldn't have got out anybody to lock bies : up, not if he had been a murderer with a reward on his head. Lots of people that caine rather late could not git

their seats on the east side of Temple Bar, ail? we could not help them a bit. About eight in the morning there was a desperate rush eastward, against the scaffo. lin. as hadn't been removed, and so strong was the push that the planking gave and let the people through. The first of them went down, tripped up by some boards that had stood firm, and I thought we were in for an ugly thing. Seven were down altogether, and four were women. The policemen and the work-people set their backs against the crowd, till they scrambled

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some of them were hurt an) bruised. Did you ever see a rush where women weren't in the front? How they get there I don't know, but there they are, and their clothes get twisted between the people behinl them, and then they're whipped off their legs, and doru they go. Be sure, too, that they drive more stubborn and vicious than men in a crowd. I think they lose their tempers sooner, and forget their weakness, and go to work as if they wanted to kill everybody between them and the place they want to get to.

Then we began to try to clear the street against the carriages should begin to come; but we didn't quite succeed till a detachment of the Life Guards came and helped us : Horses are the thing to make a mob mana geable. The Guards know their work first-rate, and so do their horses. There is no hard riding, or rearing, or capering, but steady slow backing, with now and then a sidling movement, the horse whisking his tail all the time as if he were just going to kick, and would, too, if you didn't get out of the road, i when all the time he don't mean it a little bit. Then, I'm i say this for the soldiers, partic'larly for the cavalry me'!. that their temper is first-class. You see the people don't chaff them as they do us policemen, and although we go! used to it and don't mind it, it doesn't improve any

feller temper always to be roasted and made a regular butt of. We had been cautioned afore we went out to be sure to keep our tempers down, but to be firm and peremptor), and never on any consideration to draw our truncheons. Well, sir, I won't deny it, I did use my fist sometimes, ani small blame to me. I will say this for the people, thu mostly I never seed a throny more pleasant and bidable, but there were exceptions, and then we had to do our best on very short notice. You see you could not run a feller in, and if a feller gave you a crack, what could you do but le him have it back again ? There's no ill blood bred by a one, two, and have done with it; and as for the youn! roughs, as are nuisances to everybody, a strong hand an their collar, and a good shove from the shoulder, teaches them a rough lesson in manners pretty quick. But we wern't much put upon — take it all in all, and we tried our best to keep right with the people as well as with our duty Some of the infantry soldiers got a bit waxy now and then I believe a 23d man would have made a hole in a felles with his bayonet if it had not been for a sergeant of our

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no struck his bayonet up in the air when the man was of Edinburgh. The more modern books in his library, inown with it at the “ charge.

cluding numerous volumes of unpublished notes on the The rush that followed the tail end of the procession text, have been presented to the Shakspeare Museum at arough the Bar was broken very neatly. Six mounted Stratford-on-Avon. olice as had been following wheeled about under the arch nd stuck there, facing the crowd, with us men on foot

ACCORDING to the Saturday Review the English are in acking them up. It was a horrible squeedge outside; for,

danger of becoming lamentably conceited. “If we take M. i to speak, here was the whole of the West End coming

Taine's • Notes on England' as a fair sample of what our umbling on to the city; but the mounted men kept their

neighbors think about our laws, our habits, our character, osition till at the end of half an hour Inspector Foulger

and our institutions, we certainly need not fear to see

ourselves as others see us.'” hought it time to let the people begin to circulate. So he ormed us in single line down the centre of the street, split- MR. EVELYN JERROLD and M. Camille Barrère, with ing the crowd and the ground in this way, and making a the express permission of Victor Hugo, will translate into ouble lane, one for them going east and another for them English verse his new poem, “ L'Année Terrible.” It s were going west. Every now and then us chaps on foot might as well be left in French if the whole is no better vould be carried away bodily and our formation broken than the specimen published in the Rappel, which is pr»

); but we struggled back how best we could, and when nounced "terribly bad, unpardonably blasphemous, an 1 hings got very bad the mounted men would block up the quite incomprehensible.” rch again and so let us pull ourselves together. There

Some letters from the Austrian minister at London at vere twenty of us city men, and forty of the Metropolitans, rut I verily believe the lot on us would have been swept

the tiine of Peter the Great's visit to England in 1698,

have just been published. They confirm the report that ight clean away, and never got the crowd in hand again t it hadn't been for the mounted men. And all the time,

the czar sat to Sir Godfrey Kneller for his portrait, and pite of the squeedging and jostling, that made the perspira

agree with other contemporary notices in failing to see in

him much more than a barbarian with an extravagant taste ion run off me as if I were in a bath, the crowd was orderly

for shipbuilding. nough. I never heard less coarse language, or saw littler Jonneting, as the horseplay roughs are so fond of; in fact, A CURIOUS discovery of buried treasures was made he crowd was mostly of decent people that couldn't help some days ago at Benevento, by a mason who was removing he pressure, however willing they might be.

the foundations of an old wall. His pickaxe struck upon a The crowds kept on very thick all the afternoon, and one large pot, and on putting in his hand he found it full of very ugly rush happened about four. But it was about freshly-stamped gold coins. They proved to belong to the seven when the most horrible crush came that ever I saw. time of Manfred, and bear on one side his escutcheon, on We were nowhere; I was whipped clean off my legs and the other the Suabian eagle. borne down as far as Chancery Lane, without a chance to

The Pall Mall Gazette says the Revue des Deux Mondes touch land till I brought up against the lamp-post at the When I looked about I seed some of our chaps

(Feb. 15) is enlivened by a Proverbe from George further down Fleet Street, and seemingly on the straight

Šand; the dialogue has the lively dramatic neatness of

which the French stage possesses and retains the secret, but road to the bank. And the yells and shrieks. the cries of

it is a pity that the author, like most of her countrymen, the women for “mercy!” the squalling of the babies in

seems unable to bring this remarkable and admirable techtheir arms, and the shouts of the men, gave me the funk for

nical dexterity to bear upon any other subject than the “to a moment, and I made sure we were in for a bad time. All

be or not to be” of a criminal intrigue; in this case the we could do was to shout “ Keep your legs!” and that was

latter alternative is however preferred. almost nonsense; for if a man or a woman can't keep their legs, how can they? If one had gone down, that stretcher Mr. Goldwin Smith has written for the Fortnigh:ly that Jack Jones was in charge of in Bellyard would have Review a long article on “ The Aim of Reform," in which been no use, for a dozen and more stretchers would have he says Mr. Gladstone “ is, as he always has been, greatly been wanted when once the poor wretches could have been under aristocratical and ecclesiastical influence; the men got at. The mounted men were wedged in, and dursn't with whom he lives, and whom he naturally loves to promove, or they would have thrown people down, and so done mote, are the members of an aristocratic and high-church the deed it was worth so much to keep away from. Some- circle; he has bound himself to the maintenance of the how presently the force of the rush slackened, and we got II Juse of Lords and of the State Church, and has thereby back to our place to find that a lot of the chaps, by the morally closed his legislative career. But he has at the counter rush, had been carried right bang out into Clement same time real popular sympathies, which have led him to Danes Churchyard, and were only then struggling their do more than any other statesman of the present day in the way back. It kept on like this — now a rush, now a lull – line of fiscal and economical reform for the improvement of quite till one o'cl sck in the morning, when the detachment the people, and has drawn upon him the bitter and almost of the Metropo i ans left us city chaps to our fate. But by delirious hatred of the people's worst enemies. Not to supthat time the crowd was getting thinner, although there port him against those enemies would have been foolish and was work to be done the whole night long.

culpable pessimism."

MR. HOME, the professor of spiritualistic lezerdemain,

seems to have applied to himself Mr. Browning's portrait FOREIGN NOTES.

of “ Sludge the Medium.” In revenge he tells a story

about Browning, of which the burden is as follows: SevAn English paper remarks that the Thanksgiving has

eral years since, Mr. Home met Mr. and Mrs. Browning given rise to a number of ephemeral publications, which

at Ealing, when a spiritual séance relieved the tedium of a are more remarkable for loyalty than any thing else.

morning party, and demonstrated to beholders that the “ Life of Dickens,” Wilkie Collins's “ Poor spirits thought more highly of Mrs. Browning than of her Miss Finch,” and Browning's Poetical Works have been husband. A wreath of clematis was on this occasion lifted added to the Tauchnitz library.

from a table by an invisible power, and conveyed through The institution of a Dogs' Home has found admirers who

the air in the direction of Mrs. Browning. On observing propose to introduce it at Madrid, and believe it will abate

the course taken by the garland, Mr. Browning left his seat great nuisances there. It will doubtless be entirely suc

on the opposite side of the table, and moved quickly to a cessful if it is only a long hoine.

spot behind his wife's chair, in the hope that even at the

last moment the spirits, in deference to his marital supremMr. HallIWELL has given the whole of his valuable acy might place on his brow the coronal which was due collection of early Shakspearean rarities to the University to the lady, as his superior in poetic genius. However, the


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