He was chained, and the label tied on to him. Forgive me that label, Chum; I think that was the worst offence of all. And why should I label one who was speaking so eloquently for himself; who said from the tip of his little black nose to the end of his stumpy black tail, "I'm a silly old ass, but there's nothing wrong in me, and they're sending me away!" But according to the regulations—one must obey the regulations, Chum.
I gave him to the guard—a delightful man. The guard and I chained him to a brake or something. Then the guard went away, and Chum and I had a little talk ...
After that the train went off.
Good-bye, little dog. A.A.M.
"Lady Strachie wishes to thoroughly recommend her permanent Caretaker and Husband."—Advt. in "Morning Post."
Lord STRACHIE should be a proud man to-day.
HOW GREAT MEN SHOW EMOTION.
[Mr. HANDEL BOOTH, speaking in Hyde Park recently, declared that, when he informed Lord ABERDEEN of the conduct of the police during the Dublin riots, the Lord Lieutenant "buried his head in his hands.">[