an especial manner by travelling in a in a particularly characteristic light, country where you know no one, pro- and which never occurs again. The vided you have in you that scrap of very elements are desired to perform poetic fibre without which poets and for the benefit of the stranger. I repoetry are caviare to you. There is no member a thunderstorm, the second doubt that wandering about in the night I was ever at Venice, lighting up haunts of the past undisturbed by the St. George's, the Salute, the whole knowledge of the present is marvel- lagoon as I have never seen it since. lously favorable to the historic, the I can testify to having seen the Alhampoetical emotion. The American fresh bra under snow, a sparkling whiteness from the States thinks of Johnson aud lying soft on the myrtle hedges, and Dickens in Fleet Street; at Oxford or the reflection of arches and domes wayCambridge he has raptures (are any ing, with the drip of melted snow from raptures like these?) into which, like the roofs, in the long stagnant tanks. notes in a chord and overtones in a If I lived in Grenada, or went back note, there enters the deliciousness, there, should I ever see this wonder the poignancy of Chaucer, Shake- again? It was ordered merely bespeare, Milton, Turner. The Oxford cause I had just come, and was lodging or Cambridge man, on the other hand, at an inn. will have similar raptures in some Yes, Fate is friendly to those who boarding-house at Venice or Florence; raptures rapturous in proportion almost to his ignorance of the language and the people. Do not let us smile, dear friends, who have lived in Rome till you are Romans, dear friends who are Romans yourselves, at the foreigner with his Baedeker, turning his back to the Colosseum in his anxiety to reach it, and ashamed as well as unable to ask his way. That Goth or Vandal, very likely, is in the act of possessing Rome, of making its wonder and glory his own, consubstantial to his soul; Rome is his for the moment. Is it ours ?

Alas!

travel rarely, who go abroad to see abroad, not to be warm or cold, or to meet the people they may meet anywhere else. Honor the tourist ; he walks in a halo of romance. The cosmopolitan abroad desists from flannel shirts because he is always at home; and he knows to a nicety hours and places which require a high hat. But does that compensate? There is yet another mystery connected with travelling, but 'tis too subtle almost for words. All I can ask is, do you know what it is to meet, say in some college room, or on the staircase of an English country house, or even close behind Nature, Fate, I know not whether the front door in Bloomsbury, the phothe mother or the daughter, they are tograph of some Florentine relief or so like each other, looks with benignity French cathedral, the black, gaunt upon these poor, ignorant, solitary tour- Piranesi print of some Roman ruin, ists, and gives them what she denies to and to feel suddenly Florence, Rouen, those who have more leisure and op-Reims, or Rome, the whole of their portunity. I cannot explain by any presence distilled, as it were, into one other reason a fact which is beyond essence of emotion? all possibility of doubt, and patent to What does it mean? That in this the meanest observer; namely, that it solid world only delusion is worth havis always during our first sojourn in a ing? Nay; but that nothing can come place, during its earlier part, and more into the presence of that capricious particularly when we are living pro- despot, our fancy, which has not dwelt saically at inns and boarding-houses, six months and six in the purlieus of that something happens a proces- its palace, steeped, like the candidates sion, a serenade, a street-fight, a fair or for Ahasuerus's favor, in sweet odors a pilgrimage — which shows the place and myrrh.

VERNON LEE.

Witness.

black eye.

I noticed that she had a went up to him and said, “I say,

Lord Coleridge. — One moment. don't quite follow you. color of her other eye ? Witness. I mean her husband had my life. blacked her eye.

Lord Coleridge. What an extraordinary thing to do! Did he use paint or burnt cork or soot, or what?

Witness. - No; I mean he fetched her one, and that made her eye black.

Lord Coleridge. - Fetched her one! I presume you mean he fetched her a black glass eye from a dealer in such articles ?

Counsel. No, your lordship. The witness means that the woman was struck in the eye, and that the result was discoloration of the adjacent flesh. Lord Coleridge. -O! Now I understand.

Lord Coleridge. And yet you knew his christian name and addressed him by it in its most familiar form.

Counsel. A policeman is frequently called a bobby, my lord. Lord Coleridge. Dear me ! I was not aware of it, I never heard the expression before.

Counsel. Great Scott!

Lord Coleridge (looking inquiringly round the court). - Where? I have heard so much of him, I should like to see him.

Counsel (to witness). — And you gave her in charge?

Witness. Yes; but the policeman

Witness. She went out, and said, he said, “What's your game?" “I'll be back in half a jiffy."

Lord Coleridge. —I don't know what kind of conveyance that is, but why didn't she come back in a whole one? Witness. It isn't a conveyance, my lord.

Lord Coleridge. O, is it a er garment?

Counsel. No, your lordship. It is a common expression for a short space of time.

Lord Coleridge. - Dear me ! very confusing! Go on.

Witness. -She gave me a bob.

How

The Witness (to counsel). O lor'! Ain't he a treat!

Counsel. Yes. You'd better stand down till I can get a sworn interpreter. It's not my business.

Ourselves. At the time our report left Lord Coleridge was asking a wit

Lord Coleridge. - Dropped you a curt-ness, who said he had told the lady to

sey, you mean, eh ?

Witness.-No. A shilling. Lord Coleridge. I never shilling called a bob before.

go to Bath, what the lady was suffering from to make him recommend that heard a well-known health resort. Go on.

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From Longman's Magazine. DEAN STANLEY OF WESTMINSTER.1

BY A. K. H. B.

tradicted by divers cautious and subservient souls; who would contradict it precisely because they knew it true to the letter and the spirit; not to add the fact.

"You could not make Stanley a bishop; he writes such an abominable hand." And, indeed, when in de- I am not to begin my account of parted years the not infrequent letter Dean Stanley's life, and of his biogcame from him, one could but go over raphy, by any attempt at an estimate of it repeatedly and write above each his character, and of the actual work word what perhaps it meant. Then he did in this world. Many have algradually the sense appeared. Little ready essayed to do all this; and, so far things, we know, may keep a great as concerns the facts, I do not much man back from what he would like; disagree with what I have seen said and in the latter years Stanley would have liked to be a bishop. Doubtless that illegible manuscript came nearer to the question of his fitness for the great office than his incapacity to put on his clothes, the way he cut himself in shaving, the unconsciousness whether he had taken his necessary food, and the awful confusion in which he kept his bedroom. But there were other reasons, as everybody could see. Outsiders naturally think that the greatest men in the Anglican Church should fill its highest places; forgetting that these are places of special and very exceptional work, for which men so illustrious as Dean Church, as Stanley, as Liddon, are far less fitted than others who must be placed a thousand miles below them.

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by anybody. Stanley's character was easily read; its lines were very marked ; and the man was transparent sincerity. You might like him and approve him or not; it was easy to understand him. He awakened the keenest possible likes and dislikes. You might think his work in the main a good work; you might think it mischievous and souldestroying. Thirty years since, when I had said something in his praise, a very stupid and illiterate Scotch parson said to me, "Dean Stanley! He's a pickpocket. He gets his stipend under false pretences." A very hidebound and narrow soul once refused to meet him in this house, because he was "a Latitudinarian." called Christian Charity stated that Stanley's teaching led directly to INFII heard the words; they were said DELITY; so was the word printed, for only to myself. I looked at the stern emphasis sake. Keble and Pusey, face, which was gazing right on. We saintly and sincere, refused to preach were walking, pretty fast, round and in Westminster Abbey when he was round the cloister of St. George's there; thus "coming out and being Chapel in Windsor Castle; for an hour separate." The lovable Liddon deexactly, on that day of drenching rain. clined at first; but thought better of it The speaker was the great duke's and did preach; of course admirably. nephew, Dean Wellesley of Windsor; The well-meaning Lord Shaftesbury who knew very many strange things, was "alarmed " when Bishop Tait and (now and then) spoke out with a made Stanley one of his chaplains: startling freedom. If I durst but re- "The bishop knows not the gulf he is cord what I have heard that remarkable opening for himself." When Temple man say, how these pages would be was made Bishop of Exeter, Dr. Pusey read! Yes, and how fiercely what averred that he had "participated in might be written here would be con- the ruin of countless souls." It may be hoped that the good man was misrhyn Stanley, D.D., late Dean of Westminster. By taken. Who now has a word to say Rowland E. Prothero, M.A., Barrister-at-law, late against the decorous and excellent Fellow of All Souls' College, Oxford. With the co-operation and sanction of the Very Rev. G. G.

1 The Life and Correspondence of Arthur Pen

Bradley, D.D., Dean of Westminster. In two volumes, London: John Murray, 1893.

Bishop Temple of London? All this is merely the way in which theologians express themselves. It was even as