To stop him was impossible. He went along the highway for thirty-two and a half miles, and then, with a last despairing yell, he vanished over the cliff, still seated on his steed, and was buried beneath the waves of the English Channel. So Fitzclarence and Agatha returned to the castle, and lived happily ever after.
OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
In the Nineteenth Century the Baron skimmed an article on "The Gold-mining Madness in the City," by S. F. Van Oss. There's a deal of method in this madness. Isn't it rather presumptuous in a "Van Oss" to advise Bulls and Bears not to make asses of themselves?
Amusing article in Macmillan for this month on "Moll Cutpurse." Even Oliver, the Protector, couldn't protect himself from this nimble-handed, light-fingered lady, who entertained very practical notions on the Common-wealth.
Capital chatty book, published by Arrowsmith (but evidently ought to have been published by "Chatty and Windus"), is Platform, Press, Politics and Play, by our worthy gossip, T. H. S. Escott. "Just the sort of book for a quiet half hour in these chill October evenings," quoth the
Busy Baron de Book-Worms.
PASTEUR.
[M. Pasteur, the great French bacteriologist, died at St. Cloud on Saturday, September 28.]