The noblest of the Stuart race—the fairest earth has seen—

Lapped by a dog! Go, think of it, in silence and alone;

Then weigh against a grain[231] of sand the glories[232] of a throne!

H. G. Bell.

[Gestures.]

“Alas! poor soul, what woe is thine!”

The Yankee Still Ahead.

A Yankee, visiting London, and passing along one of the principal thoroughfares of trade and travel, stopped to look at some beautiful specimens of writing paper exposed for sale in a shop window; he gazed long and earnestly at the gorgeous display, when presently he turned and encountered the proprietor of the establishment standing at the door. The Yankee politely said: