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i GREENROQMHHOMfNCE. IN THREE SCENES._-SCENE I. Mr. Percy Mcnlmorcncy was rated in front of a lcoking-glass in his dressing-room at the Pantheon Theatre habited in the per- of “Montmorency” was merely 3 mm dc theatre when be ad- opted the romewhat singular resolutiru of his hour ” on the boards of a metropolitan theatre; for Mr. Stanley was the on'y child of his father Colonel Stanley; anal consequently heir to that gallant (fiier's estates in Yorkshire For the rest, he was three- good-looklng, and Hav- ing completed the arrangement of the powdered wig, the perruquler withdrew a pace and crnremplatcd the (deal; with Well- Charles Mathews never looked the part better, 00stnme (f Charles Surface, with the ruquier in attendance. The name assumed by Harry Stanley “ fretting and strutfing and elsewhere. and-twenty, undenzably endowed with considerable abilities. simulated admiration. “ Mr. sir. " The actor seemed to coincide in the op- inion of his flattering attendant, for he rose, and surveyed himself in the glass with ad miration, which he made no attempt to can- ceal. “A good house, Jackson ?" “Capital, sir. But a little (old. warm up when you go on, sir.” “Tell the call'bny I want him, Jackson." and Montmcrmcy surrendered himself to a mental soliloquy. which assumed srmewh’at of this form : "I father wishes to see me about? The same old story, I supporlesthe I have 'Well, of one.thing, I am certain ; I am much better off in my present position than wedded to that Brrbpdoes girl, Miss Ansiruther, in spite ofber'i’noney-bugs, and Jackson Wifl‘dl‘wv; wonder what my folly and wickedness of-the step taken. whom I have never seéifl’,’ These reflections wercjmtian end to by the entrance of the callg‘b‘g‘y. "If a here.’ ’ . '1 a; “He is outside, sir,” repliedth’e boy. ‘ Show him in at once," ’whereupon there entered a small, wizsn faced old gentleman, with sncw<whitc hair. and,aupporimg him self on a stick. Monfrilor‘ency 'aflvanced, shook hands with ‘a greatshow of ccrdialit‘y, placid a chair, on which Colonel Stan- and ley slowly seated himsflfiw%zh~g aifound" the small apartment with, 3112:; pression of curiosity. 7 cal dressing-room. Yowpsctty snug.” The roan certainly deserved the orconium Painting in oils and water colors nearly covered the walls ; fancy pipes and cigar-boxes and scent-bottles littered the tables ; a case g_,champagns re.» . the other was of the old colonel. posed in one corner, while ,ji 8 small ile of selizcr w er“ .n» The olonel. after lii'plginéfin agigh, proceeded : "I have called, before i return to Yorkshlre, to make one more ap- eal to you to give up your present mode of Te, settle dovn as a landed pro rietor in your native county, and marry ‘ iss An- sfruther.” It was now the turn of the young man to sigh as he replied ; "Impossible, my dear sir. I am already weddedâ€"to the stage." "That may days " _ "Not where the contractor parties are so shocked to each other gs . am to my profession. No, sir. If armau'féould take a wife (in a lease, for seven, "fourteen. or twenty ore years, the case would be differ- out. But the feeling that my lot in life was fixedâ€"cut and dried so to speakâ€"the mat- ter won't hear a. thought." The young man felt strongly inclined to indulge in a stage- walk, but the limited area of the apartment forbade such a physical relief. If the reader should consider the remarks of the actor somewhat flippaut, it must be borne in mind that no one whose character did not fall under that definition would have acted as Harry S'snley had done. The old man slowled as he resumed : “ I wonder you can respect yourself, dizensd out and painted like a mumme‘r at a pan timime." "I am of the same calling as the glory of England, Sbskspel-e the actor"â€",-_, . “And poetâ€"~you forgot Ghat, sirâ€"poet, sir," sharply retrrted the colonel. i “I can assure you, sir, wé. have men- of good family playing very small parts to- night. Tiip rook honours at Oxford, and Backbite is a Csmbridge man." , “Pray. sir," riplied the colonel, “if that be the case, why do you all sail under false colors 2 Why resign the honoured name of Stanley for the Franchified one of Mont- morency 2” ' .r The young man bowed as he responded : “Out (f deference to the shallow scruples of the narrow~mlndel portion-of society.” “Of which I constitute a member, eh?’ It was in a more conciliatory tone that his son took up ,the argument. “Pray, sir, let me ask you a. question. Do poets and novelists never adopt a nom de plume? Did not Miss El a.er style herself “George Eliot;" the late Governor-general of India, “Owen Meredith ; " Mademoiselle de la Rimes, “Ouida;" Dickens, “1302 .7” "That’ll do," interrupted the colonel. “Then one fine day you will be falling in love, as you call it. with one of these artful and painted-sirens, and, I shall find myself grandfather io a-clown or apnntaloon i For, of course, you will bring up your offspring to the professicn, as you call it, as if there were [0 other profession in the world.” His son and heir drew himself proudly up as he replied : “No, sir, I frost I shall never forgot that I own the honoured name of Stanley." The colonel remained silent for several moments ere he observed ; “I shall never understand why you declined to even see Miss Anstrutber.” “Because the very fact that the lady was labelled my future wife,” replied the son, “would have caused me lo detest her at first sight." The old colonel rose from his seat. “I can see very plainly that I am wasting both your time and my ownâ€"Isuppcse you will have to do a little ‘tumbling ’ presently T" “I do not make my entrance till the third act. If you will go in front, you can have my bcx." Mlntlnorency rang the bell us he spoke, and when the call: oy appeared, directed him to show his visitor into box A. The actor was indulging in a sigh of relief, when a head appeared at the halfâ€"closed door, and a voice exclaimed : “May I come in ?” Montnlorency bounded from his chair as be seized hold of the extended hand and drew the Cllutl‘ into ihc room. The new-comer They'll genllemeii ,giyipg the name of Colonel Stanley shouldflfiall, show him in nfelgned e' - “fifths is s. theatri- be: but unions can easily be dissolved by a divorce, especially in these was a young man of about the same age as the actor, and v. as habited in mo Zero evrn- ing dress. Mrntmorency wrong the haul of his friend Vallanoe, and forced him into a seat. “Delighted to see you, Jack l Have a weed and a seltzcr ?" In a few srconds the two young men were similarly occupied, and immersed in the consumption of a couple of chemo Fart;- gas. The actor opened the ball. “You must have met an elderly party in the passage. That was the governor. He us very irate llecauso I won't fall in love at the word of command, and marry Miss Anstruther, whom I have never seemâ€"By-thmbye, you haVc seen her. What is she like ?" "A lovely girl,” replied Vallince. "I met her at a. ball at ScarborOugh, soon after her arrival faom the West "Indies, Faith, Harr , ou mi ht do worse. “Ali'idymightgdo better; eh, Jack? But your ideas of beauty are so opposite tomme as I remember of old. Now, if you Vwrsh to see a perfect vision of loveliness, go In front and see F. nblalquc, the Lady Teazle of to- night.” “You mean Miss Fonblanque, I per- sume ?" “Exaclly. quenfly omitted in She is bewitcbing.” Vollance shakes his head. "Have a. care, Harry. It would be a. pity if you allied yourself with some unknown advellturcss, bite-r refusing the rich Miss Anslrutlier.” “Well, to be caliliel, Jack, I am afraid of mysél'. If I did not ronstanily call to my mind the fact that I :m a Stanlry, I should speed=ly succumb to the charms of the divine Fonblsoque, so there is some benefit arising from birth after all.” “And how long do you mean to purr'ue this mad freak of yours ?" inquired Val- lance, “Till I hear on good aufhnrity that the troublesome Miss Allstruther is (nglgcd, or married.” “And till!) 3" “‘Vliy, .then I quit the mimic stage as suddrnly as I rntered upon it.” “Meanwhile?” ejaculated Vollance with an incredulous smile. “ Meanwhile,” replied Montmorency, IOItllll, “ I conlributo t) the ‘ paiety of rations," as Johnson said of Garrick ; and therefore consider myself a. far blflb‘d' mun her of society than a successful general who has killed so_niany hundreds of his fellow- ‘rucrtfiéi; rr’aiilawyer, who ha. set wh<le familiesby-thfc ears in order to fill his poc- kets ;’* our dootor. Who. as Tobin says, sp‘ends th’é greater part of his time in ertr ing death-warrants in Latin." Vallance examined his finger nails for a. few seconds, and after an embarrassing pause, said,: “Barry, I um about to make a con- Tue prefix "Miss" is fro- theatrical parlance. Va ‘ ce _ coeded: “On the memorable might ihen first-.bshell Miss Anstruther at , 143211“ at. Scarborough, I fell over head and ears in love with her." “You fell in love with her, did you," repeated Monhnprency, in a tone of some annoyance. » f‘éYou mean with her banking account. Remember, you are in the con- fession box." "On my honour, no i” replied Vallancs. “As you are aware, I could not afford to marry a penniless girl ; but if I were as rich as Rothschild, and Miss Anstruthcr a pauper, I would marry her to-morrow, if she would have msâ€"You do not seem to like the idea?” ' < _ » 1‘ “Humanity is a. slrsnge compound, Jack. It grates upon my houses” of“ propriety that any also should step into my shoes and wed the woman intended for my wife, yet whom I have vowed never to marry.” “Why, what a. dog in the manger, you are l” “I would not mind so much if a stranger were to win the heiress; but to know her as your wife, Jack, for the remainder of my existence, to repent probably for my oh- stinacyâ€"You are not in earnest, Jack 1'” "Ah, but I am!" replied Vallance, in~ wardly murmuring: “May I be forgiven the lie.” After a brief mental struggle, Montmor- oncy continued: Well, sucCees attend you. You are a. lucky fellow to walk off with such a prize; while I shall remain a humble stage player.” "Remember the peerless Fanblanque, feel. "-2-, _ _ ‘ ‘ "I nogrcmise you abeolutlon, Jack.” Harry"; ' 3 .. m '.‘,A_;Il [you right. ills... is beauty, talent. wit, elegance, refinement, all enshrined in the admirable Lady Teazls of lac-night. I 'shall no longer hold back. To-night I shall 'know my fate. You have applied the touch stone." The sbr ll voice of the ca'l-boy ed the words “Charles Surface.” “There isnly call So adieu for the preâ€" sent. .Qo iiiplront. and cull for me at the end of‘tho sh'ow; audyve Wlll lr we a steak at the" Albion togeth'er. and drink to the speedy nuptials of my brie iloir, Miss An- struther.“ ' A‘ “With whom '3” “Any one l I care notâ€"no offence, Jack â€"â€"so 1 am free.” Vallance proceeded sfl‘sight to box A, and having tapped at the door, found him- self face to face with Colonel Stanley, who eagerly exclaimed: "Well, Vallanco has my plan suceeded 2” “I fear not, sir.” “Give him a. second dose the first op- portunity. I never knew it to fail. If you want to make a media“ in love with a par- ticular woman, tell him she is half engaged, and she Will instantly go up twenty per cent. in his estimation. That is how Icame to marry his mother. Drectly my father told me that Fred Spencer was mad after her, and that she was half inclined to marry him, I rushed to the attack, stormed the fortress. nnd carried off the plizel I wasn’t going to let that puppy march off with her. A fellow with not a tithe of my personal recommendations.” Here the colonel paus- ed, as he beheld the countenance of his auditor completely engrossed with the scene; for in the lovely Lady Teazle of the play Jack Vallance recognized the West Indian heiress, Emily Anstruther l SCENE II. now utter- Alocg one of the tortuous passages lead- ing to the dressing room, a gentleman is con- ducting a lady, preceded by the dresser. They have evidently come from the audience part of the theatre, as they are both in modern evening dress. Presently the dresser pauses at a door, and after tapping, enters ; and returns to invite the Indy to in» vade the sacred pricints of the dressing- 1‘00!“ of Miss Foublunque, the representative of Lady Teazle. After a fcw whispered words to her escort, the lady accepts the in- vitation, and in another moment is clasped in the embrace of the actress. “My dear Julia 1” “My da ling Emily!" Certainly, Lady Teazle fully deserved the raprurous praises of Montmorency. Her lovely dark eyes shoue all the brighter from the contrast to the powdered wig; while her splendid figure was desplayed to the ut- most advantage by means of her handsome brocaded dress. "And so you recognised me under these tinsel robes, Julia 1'" "Your voice is unmistakable; I should hMe known it anywhere. Emily. When do you intend to return to your own sphere '2" “First tell me, Julia, how you managed to penetrate these sacred precincts ?” "0h l my husband, who knows every- body, said he could at once accomplish it, directly I told him you Were my old school fellow at Barbadocs.~â€"Now answer me my question. there’s a dear 7” “I have found my proper sphere ; I am free, popular, and admired. Instead of one admirer, I have hundreds, and the number is increasing nightly. What can woman wish for more ?" “I’ll tell you, Emily; is nice husband, and domesticblies.” _ The actress indulged in a scarcely audible sigh. "That might have been my lot: I mean the domestic bliss part of the affair, if I had not had it dirnul into my tars from morning t 11 night that thircwas only one road to happinessâ€"a unlon With Mr. Saari- ley, whom I have never seen." “You might have like‘l him very much.” ‘ Impossible. my dear Julia. The very fact of a man being ticketed like a. prize anim .1 at a show, and then his being intro- due. if to you as your crrtain and future husband, would be quite sufficient to make me detest him.â€"No, Julia; when I marry, I will myself make the selection, and he must he one who is ignorant that his intend. ed in arichheiress.” “That will not be a very easy nutter to uccomplish,Emily." "listen, Julia, and I'll tell you a secret. T are is a young man acting in this com- panyâ€"a Mr. Percy Monrmorency. He is ullI could wishâ€"handsome, clever, accom‘ plished, and vastly agreeable." "Then you have made your selection ‘3” "Not so, Julia. His profession renders our union impossible He may be heir to a peerage; he may be a lawyer's clerk. There is the most delightful mystery as to our antecedents, we play actors! For instance, who would suppose that I was the rich West Indian heiress, who utilized her amateur theatrical talente,-snd adopted her present profession? And all in order to escape be- ing rollcrcd into an unwelcome and dis- tasteful marriage. Heigb-hol I wish I had never seen this captivating lcllow.’ Mrs. Sydney sighs-l as she rejoined: “All, Emily, there is the danger of your present mode of life, Before you know Where you are, finding yourself over head and ears in love with some handsome fellow, even of whose very name you are ignorant. As to the position in society of his progenitors, that is a point which would require the re- search of the Society of Antiquaries." The actress looked solemnly in the face of her friend, and taking both her hands with- in her own, replied: “Julia, there is afascin ation in the life of a successful actress, of which you can form no conception. There is the delight of selecting the costume you are to wear on the mentful evening. No trifle to a. woman, as you will admit. Then there is the actual pleasure of wearing it, not for the sake of some half-dozen friends, whose envy in consequence is a poor reward. but the object of admiration to hundreds of spectators nightly! Then, instead of mono- tonous domesticity, executing crewel-work to the accompaniment of the snoring in an armchair of a. bored husband, we have the nightly welcome from a thousand pair of hands, and the final call before the curtain amidst an avalanche of flowers! Your name on every tongue, your photo, in every print- shop in London, and your acts and deeds the subject of conversation at every dinner- table in themetropolisl” Mrs. Sydney shook her head with a melancholy smile as the actress finifhed her oration. “I am still uncoverted, Eulily.', "Quite right, Julia. If we were all actresses there WOuld be no audiencesl" The inexorable cull boy here put a com- pulsory finish to the interview between the two friends, with the words “Lmdy Teazla." SCENE III. Montmorency was seated in the green- rnom at the conc‘usiOn cf the play, engaged in that absent train of thought known as a browu study. The more he saw of the fas- inating Fell‘slanue, the more he was or ti- vated. Every hour spent in her society at served to rivet more closely the chain which bound him to her. Should he conlescend and make her an offer of his ban l, she wool] naturally be influenced by a. profound sense of gratitude, when she discovered that she had married a men of fortune and 3. Stanley 1 Whereas, if he had married the rich Miss Anstruthcr. he would have had money bugs perpetually thrown in his free. silver-toned utterance fell on his ears. Lurking up, he beheld the subject of his cogitwtiona. “Allow me to congratulate you, M c. Mont- morcncy, on your Charles Surface this evening. A double call before the curtain, and well deserved." “You are pleased to flatter me. The plau- dits of the house to-night render any praise on my part of your Lady Teazls unnecessary. I regret that I am fated to lose so charming a compatriot.” Was it fancy that Montmorency imagined be detected a paler tint on the check of the actress, as she replied : “You are not going to leave us 1” “I fear so." “Wherefore 2'" "You are the last person to whom I can confide the cause of my sudden departure,” Lady Teuzle cast down her lovely eyes fora brief space, and then, in a voice in which the smallest possible tremolo was per. ceptable, whispered: “Are you not happy here?" “I fear, too much so," sighed Montmor- ency. “I have been living in a fool's para dise lately.” “ How ? In what way, Mr Montmor- ency?” “ I am in love.â€"You start. You do not believe in an actor, who is always simulat- ing afiection, evcr falling under the inflne ace of a real and veritable passion?" "You wrong mo; indeed, you do. The artistic nature is, and must be, more acute- ly sensitive than that possessed by ordinary "mortals. Do I know the lady?” glass. Yes; it is you, Miss Funblanus, whom I love, whom I adore l" How can We describe the flood of sensa- tions which agitated the bosomfiof the heirr ass, as she listened to the avowal of affection from the lips of the only man she ever lov- edl In low and trembling tones, she mm. aged to reply: ‘ Mr. Montmorency, you are not rehaersing a scene in some new com- edy l” "I never was more serious in my life " By this time the pride of the Anstrutheri had come to the assistance of the heiress, “I grieve very much that I cannot accept your oEer. It is impossible.” “Impossiblol Why i” “That I cannot explain.” “We are both members of the same pro- fession, and so far equal." ‘Pardon me,” said Ltdy Teazle “You know nothing of my antecedents, and”â€"â€" “And you know nothing of mine, you would say. Charming equality! Say, Miss Fonblanque, may I hope?” It was now the turn of the actress to sigh. “It would be (ruel to raise hepes which can newr be realizer ." Montmorency let fall the hand which in his arrlour he had seiZed, and drew himrelf proudly up. “That is your fixed answor f” "It is.” Montmorcncy once more took possession of her taper fingers, and raising them to his lips, uttered the word “FareWelll” and hast~ ily left the green-room. The dark melting eyes of the hell 853 g lZ- cd after his retlcrtlng figure,and large drops of moisture gathered in them. “I have iiall‘ a mind to call him back,” she mentally whis- pered.â€"“Nol I must remember} am all An- struthor.” Sinking on a couch. Lidy Teazle fell: her brain going around: then presently raising her eyes, she beheldâ€"Mr. Vallance. "Have I not the honour of speaking to Miss Anstruther 7” “Since you recognise me, it would be af- fectation to deny my identity. Mr. Vallance, may I ask you to preserve my H3ch ‘3" “From all save one individualâ€"Mr. Mont- morency. Surely you knew that in the Ciarles Surface of this evrning you beheld your rejected lover. Mr. Stanley?" A film came slowly over the eyes of Miss Austruther. “You are not joking, Mr. Val. lance. f” “The matter is too serious forjssting But I will breaks. confidence. He loves you. He told me so half an hour ago “ The heiress could scarcely forbear a smile, as she reflected that her ears had drank in the soft confession only five minutes ago. "Mr. Vallznce will you do me a favor? Will you ask Mr. Stanley to step here for a few minutes 2 But remember, you must on no account reveal my identity.” “You may rely on me. Miss Anstruthor. I do not know whatsteps you mean to adopt; but there is no time to lose, for old Cilonel Stanley is in front, and will, if he has re- cognised you,at once inform his son.” ‘ That is my fear ; so haste." Almost before the heiress could mature her plms the rejected one appeared before her. He was very grave, and bowed with an air of deep humility, as the actress thus addressed him: "Mr. Vallance andI are old acquaintances, so I commissioned him to ask you to return for a short time. I feel very anxious about our scenes in the Hunch~ back to-mon‘ow. Would you mind running through the Modus and Helen scene. I mean the second one.” Montmorency bowed. “With pleasure.” It would have been a lesson for half the actresses on the stage, could they have be- held the manner in which the saucy co quettc of the play coaxed her lover, lured him on, facsinated him, and enveloped him in such a spell of witcheries, that no Modes that ever breathed could have been proof against her seductive wiles. The scene came to an unexpezted termintion, for Mont- moreney suddenly caught her in his arms, and as he held her clas ed tight to his breast, exclaimed in rapi andexcited tones: “This is not actingl I it be, you are the greatest aclress that ever trod the boards. You love me! I see it in your sparkling eye; I read it in your blushing cheek! Sly, am I not right?" Emily Anstruthcr remained perfectly pas- sive in the arms of Harry Stanley, as she murmured "Yes." The enrapturcd couple were so complete. ly absorbed in reading love in each other's eyel that they had not observed the en- trance of two gentlemen, Colonel Stan- ley and Mr. Vallance. The old oolenel was the first to speak. "Speak, sirl Is this a. scene from a play 2" By this time the heiress had leftths sweet anchorage of her lover’s arms, and alvan- oing to the old man. said: “Do you not recognise your godohild, Emily An- struther'l” But surprise had taken away the power of speech from the colonel. His iOn interposed. “I trust Miss An- struther will acquit me of any guilty know- ledge of this factâ€"Will believe that I believ- ed she was merely Miss Fonll nquo the actress." Emily Ansfruthir here cast down her eyes, while a deep blush mautlel over her face and neck. “I an afraid [am not equally in- rocent; for Mr. Vallance informed me that I had refused my hated lover. But I have enough confidence in his love for me, to hope for his belief in my unselfish love for him." “So you see, do. 1,” exclaimed the younger Stanley, “Love not only rules the court,the camp, the grove, as the poet says, but does not disdain to flutter his wings in the green- room. â€"â€"â€"â€"‘O¢<O>Nhâ€"â€"~ Love of Home. The most appreciable quality of the Brit- ish people is their love for home. I place the love of home as the very base of nation- al life. Surely there is no bond more couso. ant with true happiness than that which binds together the members of a family. There is nothing so congenial, so pleasing and satisfyino' as home, for it is the abode of love, free and unconstrained; it clusters around itself sweet associations with loving and loved faces during a. long series of years of sweet companionship : it is the museum par excellence where a thousand things, each with a history and pedigree of its own, are arranged with equisite taste by loving hands â€"altogether a perpetual solace to heart and mind. And it is at home, in the midst of peace and quietness, that the best work is conceived and executed. Let no sentiment- al hobby or crude political theories destroy the united action of every member of the household. Married women may now exer- cise a right over their separate property. They will wield the right at a great cost if “You see her every dayâ€"When you con- at the expense of mutual distrust and lessen- templatc those charming features in thc' ell cooperation between husband and wife. Some Historical Jokes. “A mule is a mule butawman is a mul- ier.” Tnis joke is supp mud to have been brought up from India by the earlier Pelas~ g'au setllors of ltily. Tetrarchns Pericond- inns, in his annals relates that Creszr while pausing at the brink of the Rubicon, in an effort to budge a baggage mule which had braced its fore feet against ti»: ruins of a D )l'fc temple, was approached by one of his (fiicers, Tedius Sampronius, who remarked that his wife was (vein mO’e difficult to con- trol than the a’crssaid obstinate unlrnal, Caesar. after cur.ly rrjo'ned, "Omnia Gallic. est divisa in pirtes tres,” bade Tedius de- clare himself, whereupon the locker said that while a mule was a mule, yet his Wife was mulier. Czesar, upon hearing this remark, mounted his horse and made a dash for the other bank. So passed away the liberties 0‘ Rome. Tedius Sempronius was subse- quently put to death on the first proscrip- tron, after having got off the joke on Mac An- tony. "lhe specific charge against him was an attempt to rovrre the humour of the Tar- quins. William Rufus was tarrying one day at Winch: ster, curing the summer of 1088, when he was approached by his Lord Chan- nellor, who iliggcsted that inrsmuch as the King was 5 young bachelor the ladies of the call rt naturally expected more attention than they had received during the preceding rei "By St Simon the Cellarer,” exclaimed t 0 King, “they shall never say I value them not. Lirgcss is thine, me lud, if thou de- vise a scheme for their entertainment, for I am busy With the cares of State.” “Ice- crcem,” suggested the Chancellor. “Too high,” rcjoured the economical King. point- ing to a neighboring cmfectioners sign, ' $1.50 per gal.” The Chancello: resigned in disg ist. W hen Alexander piused before the walls of Tyre, Deleeacpsius, his engineer reported than the city was impregnlble. All attempts to break down the walls would be but a waste of time, and an assault would cause terrible elfrsion of blood. Alexander smilingly replied that while a battering-ram mignt fail, a. goat would probably answer. "Bring up a goat or the butter we had last night ; either is astroog butter,” he musing- ly answered. The peoplle Tyre, who were on the walls of their city, immediately got down and left on the other side. -waâ€" Gladstone and his Wife. We are always curious to know something of the domestic life of great men, and wish to know if the wife has had any part in the husbind’s success. It is always said that Mrs. Gladstone has been a helpmeet indeed, and one would be led to this opinion from the sweet, wifely, motherly expression of her countenance. Mrs. Gladstone does not look older than an American lady does at 50. Her hair is almost black and her face is all- most free from lines and wrinkles. English woman of the last generation dresses bide- ously, and the majority of the present gen. eration do. And Mrs. Gladstone, in respect of dress, belongs to both past and,the present. She always looks dowdy. 0.16 can not get avertne feeling when seeing her that she is of bourgeois origin, If one did not know her, one would assume that she belonged to what is called the "shop keeping class." When she came into the chapel on Sunday she was really a curiosity. Her face is un. commonly sweet and spiritual. Her smile tells the story of a true and gentle heart. Butâ€" Why should any lady dress so barbarously ‘l The puffed-oat hair, and big, ill-shaped bonnet, with the old~fashioned spO‘.tel veil; a. long, rather rusty velvet cloak, with wide for trimmings and un- gloved hands did not seem suitable to the face. During the services, when Mrs. Glui- stone removed the cloak, she put on a light, coarsely-knitted worsted shawl, and then to m'), the pioturs of odds and ends seemed conipleate. But to Mr. Gladstone, I was plined to see him. He shuffled into the chapel and into his pew with a quick, nervous, ill-re- gulatedflstep that indicated strength of will trying to overcome weeknas of limb. He locked two inches shorter than he did four years ago. His face is full of crows’ feet. Lines and wrinkles run in every direction upon it, and if he were 100 years oldhis face could not be more wizsn and worn. The withered, pinched face, with its great, pan- etrating, restless eyes, was almost weird. I sat immediately facing the prime minister, and within ten feet of him,and I must sayâ€" I am bouni to sayâ€"that his presence pained me all the while I was in the chapel. He is a man with a great trouble on his mind, or else no face in this world ever told the story of trouble. When he closed his eyes in pray- erâ€"and I peeped several timss to seeâ€"there was almost an agony on his countenance. He was so uneasy and restless when stand- ing up, so fidgety with the books and his fan that it was deeply painful to see him. Recklessness of the British. There is considerable recklesness in the chiraoter of the British people, and its effects are seen in early marriages, in trade and finance, at sea and land, in the mine and the factory. What are the oft-recurring commercial crisis but the rebounds of a. reck- less neglect of rules of prudence and wis- dom ! Whence the many accidents on the railways and the heavy loases [at sea. but the result of wanton negligence of danger 2 It is not only the owner of the mine that: lie- glecls opening proper shafts, but the miner himself, that will light his candle or pipe in the midstof fire-damp. It is not the ship- owner only that will send unworthy, over- laden, and undcr~manned ships to see, but the captain and seamen, who Will encounter any psril in order to shorten the passage by so many hours or days. If boldness be a virtue, recklessness is a vice ; if bravely be commendable, rashne as is a crime. In 1882, 15 350 deaths arose from violent causes in mines, from vehicles, from machinery, from weapons, from falls, from burns, from ex- plosions, f rom weather agencies, from drown- ding and suffocation, and from poison and other causes, many of them the simple re- sult of recklessness. No other country ex- hibits such a catlogue of violentdeaths. True, they have not the same quantity of mines, nor the samo milage of railway, nor the same tonnage of shipping; yet the propor- tion of losses is greater here than anywhere. Now, the acquisition of wealth by gambling and recklessness is vicious and criminal. Wealth, says Weylsnd, is not acquired, as many persons supposed, by fortunate spec- ulations and splendid enterprises, but by the wally practica of industry, frugality, and economy. He who relics upon these means will rarely be found destitute, and he who relies upon any other will generally become bankrupt.