Briggs had just reached the end of the second verse when his keenly sensitive ear caught the sound of a latchkey turning in the door. A look of terror crossed his face. "It's she! It's she!" he cried. "Oh, Robinson, if she finds you here! Oh, if you love me, fly!" I needed no second bidding. With a hasty grip of the hand I bade my friend farewell, and this is the last that has been seen of Briggs of Balliol.
THE MODERN MAID OF ATHENS.
John Bull (hesitatingly). "Maid of Athens, ere we 'part'——" Maid of Athens (interrupting). "Think what you owe to Attic Art?."
[ the invitation of H.R.H. the Prince of Wales, a large meeting of these interested in the British School of Art at Athens was held on July 9 in St. James's Palace. The Prince of Wales said: "I sincerely hope we may soon hear that the School has been placed in an assured position for ever."—Times Report.]
A LABOUR OF LOVE!