Later in the evening I bought an evening paper, and was amazed to find that the St. Leger had been won by Throstle (the bird I had seen), which had started at 50 to 1 (the exact minute at which my watch had stopped)! Could the force of coincidence farther go? The Society of Psychical Research and Mr. Stead are welcome to this incident. The only thing which troubles me at all is that the evidence (other than my own) is a little slender. My wife is deaf, and never heard what I told her. The bird has flown. My watch is going again.
I inclose my card, and am,
Yours Stead-y to a degree,
One who Won Nothing on the Race.
Mr. Punch, on Peeler Piper.
["I wish," said Mr. Lane, the North London magistrate, "to express my sense of the very great courage and resolution exhibited by Constable Piper in this case, under circumstances of considerable pressure, danger, and exhaustion."—Times' Police Report, Sept. 12.]
Peeler Piper prov'd his plucky pecker.
As Peeler Piper prov'd his plucky pecker,
Where's there pluckier pecker
Than Peeler Piper's proved?
Probable Announcement.—New Book:—A Mischievous Medlar. By Leslie Keith, the fruitful Author of A Troublesome Pair.