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was accompanied by-and-by with very vivid flashos of lightning, but for a long time no rain fell. In the meantime the atmosphere became darker and darker, and it was evident that a storm of extraordinary magnitude was at hand. Large drops of rain began to fall soon after 4 o'clock, and in a short time a perfect deluge poured down upon the earth. The hail-storm began at about a quarter before 5, at which time there was a tolerably brisk wind from the N.E. Whether we regard the size of the hailstones, the violence with which they were driven against objects on the earth, or the destruction they have caused, there is no parallel in this part of the world to the tempest which now raged for nearly half an hour. The extraordinary darkness of the atmosphere, with the clouds almost sweeping the house-tops, the incessant roar of the thunder and flash of the lightning, and the deafening noise of the falling hail, impressed one with a sense of awe and admiration which cannot be described.

"The scene was positively terrific, and the fright of many of the inhabitants of the town was in no small degree increased by the crash of broken

windows and the inundation of their houses. During the whole of this time it was impossible for the eye to penetrate many yards through the storm; the hail fell with such wonderful closeness, and there was such a peculiar mistiness rising from the earth, that a complete barrier was opposed to the power of vision. We are almost afraid to speak of the size of the hailstones, or rather blocks of ice, but we are certainly not exaggerating in the least degree when we say that very many of them were as large as ordinary walnuts; some, indeed, far exceeded this size; one that was picked up measured three and a half inches in circumference, and several have been described to us as being about as big as a pullet's egg."

Mr. Leonard Jenyns, then vicar of Swaffham Bulbeck, Cambridgeshire, quotes the reports in his "Observations on Meteorology" (Van Voorst), adding:-"The damage done by this storm in the way of breakage of glass, and destruction of garden and field crops, was almost incalculable. It was supposed that in the University and town alone it might be set, at the very lowest, at £25,000. What it amounted to in the surrounding parishes it was quite impossible to say. The storm seemed to have raged with most violence at Quy, in which parish one farmer alone was stated in the papers to have suffered to the extent of £2,000. At Bottisham and Swaffham Bulbeck the storm was rather less violent, and the damage less; but even here, when I returned home a few days afterwards, in many places, the cornfields, which had standing crops in them at the time of the storm, looked as bare and beaten as they ordinarily do after the corn and stubble have both been cut and cleared away. At Peterborough, where I was at the time, the storm was heavy, but not of such unusual character as to require special notice.

"It will give some idea of the immense quantity of hailstones that fell during this storm, when I state that a friend of mine, who had gone into Cambridge from Swaffham Prior, in a four-wheel pony carriage, that morning, and who was kept there while the storm was raging, on his return home in the evening, three hours after the storm had abated, found the hailstones, lying still unmelted, in such heaps in the road between Quy and Anglesea Abbey, that his horse was unable to drag the carriage along. On

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getting out to make a track for the wheels, he told me he sank up to his knees.

"The above storm was not confined to Cambridgeshire, nor even to the adjoining counties. Before reaching that neighbourhood it had travelled over a large part of England, from w. to E., dividing in one part of its course into several branches, which took different directions. Almost all the midland, as well as some of the southern counties, were visited by it during some part of the day; though in very few instances its violence in other places was equal to what it was in Cambridge."

Sonnets of the Sacred Year.

BY THE REV. S. J. STONE, M.A.

TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. "He beheld the city, and wept over it."-St. Luke xix. 41.

THE tears of Jesus! once again they flow;

Again those words-upon whose "brief vibration "*

Hangs Passion infinite-whose lamentation
Embalms the Love that once from woe by woe
Won the lost world—are true, “He weeps;" but lo,
Darker this sorrow! then the seed of tears
Sprang to quick Harvest: now no life appears
From that deep tomb, o'er which He weeps, below.
And yet, O Zion, grave of souls, more rife
These tears than those, with Resurrection power:
More part have they in that impending hour
Out of whose travail springs the endless Life:
These Tears the Bloody Sweat-the Streaming
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So fell the good seed for the Harvest-tide.

"Those two words, 'Jesus wept,' upon whose brief vibration hangs the whole passion of a world redeemed from pain through pain." (Mrs.

E. B. Browning: "Essay on Greek Christian Poets.")

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THE EIGHTY-ONE-TON GUN.-The "Engineer states that the first four of 81-ton guns, which are to form the armament of the future ironclad Inflexible, will be proceeded with as soon as the experimental one has been completed and proved. The total length of the new gun, including the plug screwed in at the breech end, will be 27ft., and the length of bore 24ft. In the first instance the calibre will be 14in., but ample provision is made in the thickness of the steel tube to increase that figure to 16in. if deemed desirable. The rifling has not as yet been decided on, but will be a matter for consideration as the gun approaches completion. Neither the weight of projectile nor the quantity of powder to be contained in the cartridge for the 81ton gun has been positively fixed, but the first will probably range between 1,000lb. and 1,2001b., while the second may be estimated at about one-sixth of that amount. Assuming an muzzle for the 1,000-lb. projectile a blow of 11.715 foot-tons, for initial velocity of 1,300 feet per second, there will be at the the 1,100-lb. projectile one of 12,886 foot-tons, and for the 1,200-lb. projectile the terrific force of impact of 14,058 foottons! It is also calculated that after travelling for a mile and three-quarters the projectile from the 81-ton gun will strike a far harder blow than that from the original Woolwich Infant at first starting, even assuming the former to weigh no more than 1,100 lb. But a comparison of the forces generated by this monster, at such a range, with those of the 35-ton and 7-in.

guns, is still more striking in its contrast, the two latter com. puting only to 6,076 tons and 755 tons respectively. With this immense power the gun is expected to penetrate at least 19 or 20 inches of armour-plates and their backing at a distance of 500 yards.

enlistment. A soldier is now better fed, clothed, ledged, azd educated than ever he was formerly; his health is carefully attended to, and provision is made for his amusement. The average age of recruits is found to be less than it used to be, owing probably to the existing high rates of wages, which tempt the full-grown labourers to seek employment in other channels. In the North of Scotland there has been a great lack of success in recruiting, and nearly all the Highland regiments have therefore been kept below their full strength. Again, in the sea

INCH MEASURE.-A bronze halfpenny is exactly an inch broad, and therefore gives a very convenient measure. Laid on an Ordnance map of an inch scale the halfpenny covers just 500 acres. Now, also, the third of an once is the postal unit, and it is well to remember that a penny is precisely that weight.—faring districts the lads become marines or men-of-war's men, Society of Arts Journal.

IRISH RAILWAYS.-All the Irish railways together do not much exceed 2,000 miles, yet there are fifty-six companies, each with an average length of forty-three miles. They are managed by not less than four hundred directors, and the solicitors, engineers, and officers are innumerable. The chief employment of the directors is to watch one another's machinations, no doubt an employment singularly suited to the genius of the country. The fares are often "prohibitory;" that is, considering the circumstances, for we doubt whether they are higher than English and Scotch fares. A penny a mile may be prohibitory in Ireland, but it is cheap in this country. It is computed that the additional cost involved by the multitude and the machinations of the directors is between fifty and a hundred thousand a year; more near the latter than the former, we should think.

LIVINGSTONE ON MISSIONS.-Some may say, "Why go to the heathen abroad, so long as we have so very many heathen at home?" It is only the large-hearted that go to either, and the class distinguished by large-heartedness unquestionably do much for our home population, and is the very class that do most for the heathen abroad. The question supposed to be put tacitly assumes that the heathen at home are neglected, and this is a manifestly false assumption. Every parish in England and Scotland is a scene of active benevolence, and the great centres of population are also the grand foci of active untiring Christian charity-and in America it is much the same. To read the accounts of the Christ-like feeding the hungry on Thanksgiving day, and other days, in New York, made the heart well up with gratitude; and who could refrain from grateful thanks for the labours of the "United States Christian Commission," which was really the most gigantic enterprise of systematic benevolence the world ever saw. No! no! our home heathen are not neglected. On the contrary, it might be argued that far too much benevolence is expended on our own narrow circle, and far too little on the great outside world. In London, for instance, I found the artisan class in dogged enmity to all religion, and, like our coast tribes, feeling sore against all outside their own class. And, besides these, a very large number of the population never do, under any circumstances, receive the gospel. The primitive plan seems.to have recognised this as a fact of human nature, and provided that much time should not be spent on them; but the Evangelists were sent on to those that would hear and believe. The first offer was made to those who had the Old Testament in their hands as the most likely to receive the recent facts of Christianity witnessed in Judea. Reasonable time for the Message to be understood or rejected, led to the Evangelists passing on to the Gentiles.

PEAT IN IRELAND.-Mr. O'Hara ("Dublin Quarterly Journal of Science," vol. 4, p. 261) estimates the peat bogs of Ireland at 1,576,000 acres, occupying the limestone plains, and 1,255,000 acres on the hills and mountains, showing a total of 2,831,000 acres of turf and bog. If we take as an approximating fair estimate of the peat bogs in Great Britain 3,500,000 acres, we find a total extent of peat in the British Isles equal to in round numbers 6,000,000 acres; and if we accept an average thickness of 12ft. deep over this enormous area, and each acre as capable of supplying 12,000 tons of peat fuel, we may justly regard this as a powerful auxiliary to keep up the steam-producing power of Great Britain, and to some extent help to stave off the day of the exhaustion of its coalfields.

RECRUITS FOR THE ARMY.-The total number of recruits raised in 1873 was 17,194, being rather less than the supply for 1872, but this is accounted for by the recent reduction of our forces to the extent of 5,000 men, so that fewer recruits were required, though larger numbers might, if needed, have been obtained. The physique and stamina of the men who joined were satisfactory, and those whose bodily development and general appearance were at first objected to, were mostly young lads who have since grown into strong and healthy men, in consequence of the better feeding provided for them in the army, and to the more healthy and active habits they pursue as soldiers, compared with their conditions of life previous to

owing to preferences which are easily understood. Very little is said about desertions, except that they have become frequent for several years past, and are a considerable drain upon our forces. High wages, in reality, seduce the soldier from his duty. Five feet five is the present infantry standard; in no other army in Europe is it so high.-Land and Water.

HEBERLEIN RAILWAY BREAK.-A train has been running between the Mansion House and Broad Street, London, fitted with a break (the Heberlein) which is generally used in Germany, and possesses many important advantages. The break is worked by the motive force of the train, and its power is consequently proportionate to the velocity of the moving mass which it is designed to control. Running into Hampstead station at a speed of forty miles an hour, the rear guard put on the front and rear breaks, and in twenty-four seconds brought the train to a standstill in the station, a distance of 240 yards. There are few accidents on record in which the driver has not had at least a minute's notice of the danger, so that we may calculate that had such a break been in use some hundreds of lives might have been saved, and destruction of property representing many thousands of pounds avoided.

LADAK.-Between Lahore and Yarkand, the country of Ladak is the most important. As for the people of Ladak, they pro bably are of a mixed Tartar and Thibetan type, and they stead fastly adhere to the Buddhist faith, in the usages and dominant priesthood of which some have traced a likeness to the worship of Rome. Certainly something like the following scene might have been witnessed in medieval Europe :-"The Lamas are all jolly-looking fellows, and not unlike, in their dress and general appearance, the monks one sees in Roman Catholic countries. They own a great deal of the land, which they cultivate themselves, and many of the monasteries are said to be very wealthy. In all the monasteries the prayer wheels form a prominent feature. Each turn of the wheel is equal to repeating a prayer, but if turned in the wrong direction, I believe it represents an imprecation. Half the population of Ladak seem to have adopted the monastic life." The game of polo is indigenous to Ladak:"As soon as everything was ready and the music began, the leader of the side which had the ball rode along at a gallop, followed by all the others, and when he arrived near the centre of the ground, he threw up the ball and very cleverly struck it with his club, sometimes succeeding at the first stroke in driving it to the goal. Usually the ball was intercepted, and a very animated scene then ensued, each side trying to urge the ball towards their own end of the ground."-Dr. Henderson's "From Lahore to Yarkand."

RECOMMENDATION OF A TEACHER.-An English nobleman, who had resided two years in Paris, took lessons in French from a celebrated professor of the language. He made very little progress. On going to say good-by to his tutor, he asked him if he could do him any service in England. Oh," replied the teacher, "the only favour I have to ask is, that you do not mention that you have been my pupil !"

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CHARITY ORGANIZATION SOCIETY.-This Society is not in opposition to other societics which are not connected with it, as has often been thought by some. It is an organisation by which they can ascertain whether those persons they help are really in need of assistance or not. The report of the Society shows this result, which is an evidence of real and hard work. During the past year 14,891 cases have been investigated, of which a little under 5,000 have been dismissed as either unworthy or not fit for relief, upwards of 4,000 have been put in the way of relief by being referred to other agencies to relieve, and close upon 6,000 have been assisted by the Society itself. Of the dismissed cases, 1,108 have been dismissed as not requiring relief, and I think it is very reasonable to suppose that a large proportion of those cases would have got help from private individuals if it had not been for the Society, and that would have done more harm than good. 941 have been dismissed as not deserving, and 252 as giving false addresses. The Society has been the means of recommending 1,148 cases to the Poorlaw Guardians.-MR. FORSTER, M.P.

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A FAMILY JOURNAL OF INSTRUCTION AND RECREATION.

BEHOLD IN THESE WHAT LEISURE HOURS DEMAND,-AMUSEMENT AND TRUE KNOWLEDGE HAND IN HAND."- Cowper.

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MR. DAVID WADDLE'S SPECULATIONS.

CHAPTER I.-MR. DAVID WADDLE AT HOME.

comfortable; the fire was in that state of perfectness when the coals amalgamate into one red glow without a fierce flame; the brown japanned urn stood MR. R. DAVID WADDLE stood in his breakfast-gently hissing and puffing before the open expectant parlour with his hands to his back, and his teapot, like a small locomotive, as it was, waiting to back to the fire, meditatively contemplating the toes take you away to breakfast-land; the buttered toast of his yellow wool-tipped slippers, the while slowly was safely garnered inside the fender, and a savoury turning them up and down after the manner of those smell of bacon-to-come pervaded the house. Altowhose minds are in perfect equipoise. The parlour, gether, it was the most comfortable place, and the though small, was unmistakably neat, clean, and most comfortable hour of the day for any one to inNo. 1181.-AUGUST 15, 1874.

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dulge in quiet thinking-when the annoyances of yesterday have been buried in a sound sleep, and the engagements of to-day have not yet fastened themselves upon the mind and heart.

curious patterns of leaves, and ferns, and branches, as if, in her exuberance, nature, even with stiffened hand, could not but trace these forms of beauty and of life. But Mr. Waddle noticed none of these Say what you like about southern climates, scenery, things, not even the robins that prematurely pecked and classical associations, for real substantial home for their customary crumbs. Mr. Waddle looked up comfort there is no place like Old England, even in the road and down the road, but no one appeared in mid-winter. It is all very well to speak of a cloud-sight, and he returned to his former position before less azure sky, of the tideless waters of the Mediter- the fire. ranean, of feather-topped palms, scented lemon groves, and sombre olive yards. But wait till the sun goes down, and the house feels cold and cheerless; and the doors creak, and there is not a comfortable chair to sit on; while the beef is hard and the mutton detestable, and the chickens have ever so many legs in excess of their wings, and the company around is queer, and-in short, take all the year round, and one longs for English comfort and fireside enjoyment. How many an ambitious wife has bitterly rued the day she persuaded her husband on retiring from business to undertake a foreign tour, when, the heavy stone once set in motion, it has rolled on for long years, dragging her with it, through dreary towns, comfortless hotels, and endless shows and galleries, till the dull monotony of it had settled upon her with such a feeling of despair, that she could willingly have given up all for a small cottage in a most out-of-the-way corner of her native country, so that she could again have heard home voices, and known home, with its joys, its work, and its rest!

Just then a pattering of feet on the stairs, first slow, and next with a sort of merry run, announced the successive advent of the rest of the household. Mrs. Waddle was what you would call a comely woman. The truthfulness of her nature shone out of her clear grey eyes, and the kindliness of her heart beamed from her every feature. As she appeared within the door, and quietly took her place to make the necessary preparations for breakfast, the cloud that had again gathered on Mr. Waddle's brow seemed visibly to float away, and to leave it serene. But the bright sunshine broke over his whole face, and left him all aglow, when "Pussy" came in, and with a bound made for Mr. David Waddle himself, and taking her father by both shoulders successively, kissed him on each cheek, before she bent down to warm her little hands at the fire. And certainly to look at Kate, or "Pussy," as she had been called from her babyhood, was sufficient to kindle the light on the face of a sterner parent than Mr. David Waddle. She was the pride of their hearts and the delight of their eyes. She had never To be sure, this is a very prosaic version of the given them an hour's uneasiness, except it were delights of sunny France and classic Italy. But when she had the hooping-cough, the chicken-pox, then it must be admitted that the hero of this story, or the measles. Now that she was bursting into Mr. David Waddle, was a very prosaic man, lived in womanhood, she was as good and sweet as she was a very prosaic little town, and had till very lately pretty and attractive. No one could help liking been engaged in what perhaps offers least material Kate. The most grumbling of old women in her from which fancy may form her wings-the trade of district always dismissed her with a smile, even a tanner. Mr. Waddle had now retired from busi- when she had come without the anticipated quot ness on what for many years was the goal of his of propitiatory tea. The naughtiest children in the ambition-£300 a year and a neat, trim cottage, Sunday-school were regularly put into her class, and with "walled garden attached." The "premises,' learned to sit still, at least for the time. Nay, the as he would persist in calling them, were small, but most critical among the spinsters of Greenwood had then, as Mr. Waddle truly though somewhat un- nothing to say against her. To look at Kate you grammatically remarked: "There is only us three- might almost have wondered how this slight, perhaps me, the mistress, and Pussy."" Not that there had too slight and fragile girl, should have been the been any special reason for Mr. Waddle's retire- child of Mr. and Mrs. Waddle. Not that she was ment. The business was steady and thriving; and exactly handsome or beautiful, only her face and her he himself a hale, healthy man, scarcely beyond ways were so delicately "winsome." She had light middle age. His figure, as it showed in his comfort-hair, a very fine complexion, eyes grey and soft, a able grey tweed suit, was just beginning to tend to- small mouth, around which a bright smile mostly wards obesity, and the top of his head, though bald, played, a nose just the least bit upturned, a pretty had as yet reached neither the florid nor the shiny little chin, and a soft musical voice. Yet, if you state, but was still pale and modestly unobtrusive. looked more closely at her, there was a decided likeBut though Mr. David Waddle had climbed the ut- ness to her mother; only not to the good, comfortmost height, toward which, in long years of patient able Mrs. Waddle who sat there, but, as it were, to toil, he had striven; and although, as we have seen, an idea or architypal Mrs. Waddle, of which the prehe was just then in circumstances most conducive to sent owner of that name might be regarded simply inward self-relaxation, to judge from his face he was as a sort of plaster-of-paris cast, made in a preparanot quite at rest. Every now and then a passing tory way. cloud seemed to darken his brow, and however often banished, it would come back, apparently more frequently as the minutes seemed to drag on their slow length. Neither "the mistress" nor Pussy" had yet come down to breakfast, and Mr. Waddle moved slowly to the window. It was a bright frosty March morning. The thin snow lay white and crisp on the little plot that separated the cottage from the hard, shiny road, which the keen east wind had mostly swept clear. The frost lay on the window-panes in

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Under such influence, it is scarcely to be wondered at that breakfast proceeded without any return of the cloud to Mr. Waddle's brow. The meal was almost over, when a figure, rapidly passing the window, caused the two ladies to exchange anxious, troubled looks. Mr. Waddle sat with his back to the light, happily unconscious of events in the outside world. He was just in the act of lifting to his mouth a most promising piece of buttered toast, when a double knock at the front door caused the

tempting morsel to descend again with alarming rapidity. In a moment Mr. Waddle's face had changed expression; it was not now indicative of trouble, but of eager almost hungry-expectancy. The two ladies tried their best to seem unconcerned, and of a sudden to plunge into a most absorbing conversation, but the attempt, as most under similar circumstances, signally failed. For two or three minutes, which to them seemed an age, Mr. Waddle had been looking from his wife to his daughter, and from his daughter to his wife. At length he demanded, in a tone to which they had been little accustomed,

"What is the meaning of all this, Ann? Why are my letters not brought in?"

"I thought," interposed Mrs. Waddle, meekly, "that you would like to have prayers first, David, as formerly, when you would not allow any business to come in till—”

"Nonsense!" interrupted Mr. Waddle, angrily; then, seeing the colour mount to his daughter's cheeks, he so far checked his rising mood as to resume more quietly, though none the less determinately, "Women understand nothing about business. There must be no meddling, Ann." Then, after a short pause-"Catherine, bring the

letters."

Now it should be noted that this was a mode of appellation in which "Pussy" had never heard herself addressed, except on one or two occasions within the last three weeks. No wonder, then, that the tears came to "Pussy's" eyes, though she strove hard to hide it, as she rose to obey her father's behest. Perhaps he had observed it; at any rate, he greeted her return with a kindly look and a "Thank you, dearie."

Kate had brought her father three legal-looking documents and a newspaper, all addressed in a large business hand to "David Waddle, Esq., Plum Cottage, Greenwood." But after "Pussy" had deposited these missives before her father, there remained yet another letter in her hand, which, as Mr. Waddle was engaged scanning his paper, she placed quietly, but blushing excessively, between her own teacup and her mother's, from which friendly shelter the latter lady as quietly removed it to her own pocket.

moralists, constitutes the chief element in gratitudea lively sense of favours yet to be asked?

CHAPTER II.-MR. WADDLE MEDITATES GREAT THINGS.

Ir was more than an hour after breakfast when a low tap at the door recalled Mr. Waddle from his calculations and reveries. He had been busy, very busy. Too busy to attend to anything else, his looks seemed to say, as Mrs. Waddle, in her attempt to make her way, threatened to step on some of the legallooking papers that littered the floor, or to sweep them in her train.

"Have a care, Ann;" and Mr. Waddle, literally bending to the necessity, daintily picked them up, and made room for his wife on a chair, thereby displacing more of the documents. The table before him was similarly occupied, leaving just sufficient free space for a large sheet of paper which Mr. Waddle had covered with calculations, and for two restingplaces for his elbows, when, each reckoning completed, he had leant his head between his hands, intently contemplating the result.

Every one knows how unpleasant a prosaic interruption is to the brain busy with inward visionshow, morally speaking, the shock of abruptly coming down to the everyday world must resemble the consequences of the sudden collapse of a balloon in midair. And should such shock come to one, though it were through the agency of one so near and dear as the wife of one's bosom, there is, be it said in Mr. David Waddle's interest and that of others, at least some excuse for more than usual sharpness of tone and voice.

"I have been engaged all this morning," resumed Mr. Waddle, as soon as his wife was seated, and answering her looks, which wandered in sad astonishment over the array of spread-out documents-"I have been engaged comparing these investments, to ascertain two things-which of them would yield the highest dividend, and also what shares are likely so to rise in the market as to double or treble one's capital, when one would invest again in another enterprise, and so on. I can tell you, it costs no little thought to choose between them all!" and Mr. Waddle rubbed his forehead, as if he apprehended some permanent furrow had been left on it. "But David-"

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Mr. Waddle did not waste much time over the legal-looking documents or the newspaper; a hasty "Stay, stay; I know what you are going to object. examination seemed to satisfy him as to their con- That there is doubt or risk attaching to it? Just tents. There was now an amount of cheerfulness-stop!" Mr. Waddle deftly picked from among the even of alacrity-about his movements. He quickly documents a paper, and quickly unfolded it. brought a large bundle, apparently composed of is the current number of The Safe Guide to Wealth; similar materials, but all carefully docketed and or, the Perplexed Capitalist's Confidential Friend.' annotated on the outside in Mr. Waddle's roundest Only came this morning-couldn't have done without handwriting. The new arrivals were fastened in the it!"-this by way of apology for the scene at breaklargo strap which already held together the old fast, "There, listen: Since our last issue, those friends in their very promiscuous company-though who have honoured us with their confidence will inpossibly it was not more promiscuous than that which deed have discovered that we are what we profess, in this world is so often brought together within the "The Safe Guide to Wealth, and the Perplexed tight fastening of the social strap. Mr. Waddle laid Capitalist's Confidential Friend!" In our February the bundle carefully at his feet so as to be within number we ventured to recommend for IMMEDIATE shelter and convenient reach while he conducted purchase, "Great Wheal Bang Silver, Gold, and prayers. Sulphur Mine," in Paraguay, which runs in the As Mr. Waddle at the conclusion of prayers picked same track as the celebrated Pan-fuddl-run-up, that up his bundle, and left the breakfast-parlour for last year yielded to its happy owners no less than what he called his "snuggery," he gave his wife, in 346 per cent. on their capital!! The shares of the passing, a peculiarly friendly nod. Was Mr. David Great Wheal Bang have since risen from ten shilWaddle, then, heartily sorry for the hasty words helings paid up to £1, so that any one who a month had so needlessly spoken, or did his sudden friendly ago had bought 4,000 shares might now have a snug mood contain much of what, according to certain little capital of £4,000 on which to make further

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