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LOVE REASONS NOT. CHAPTKK XLVlir. TIIK III-RBAND'S KI>. Lady Marion n*v*r did anyl hing by halves It wa* tvldom that her calm, quid nature was aliired, but when thai happened she fait more deeply, perhaps, than people who ezpro** their feelings with great eMe and rapidity. Sh* wa* amused herself at her wa great liking (or Madame V.uiira; it WM She wondered why the w rdi aenmed to tran.tii him why bil face ptUd and hii eyes Hashed fire. " Madame Vanira !" he cried, " I did not se* that ihe w her* '' Then Leone rose alowly from the pile of miuio. " I ihould atk pardon," the laid ; " I did not know int 1 had hidden myself ao completely." It WM like a Mene from a play ; a (air wife, with her sweet (ace, iu expression of UM second great love of her life; the lirnl j quiet happtntes iu her huaband'i lo v e ; the had been for her husband, this WM the | husband, with the startled look of pass- ion repressed ; Lenue, with her grand nexu She talked of her mcostantly, until even Lord Chando* wondered and asked new it waa. "1 cannot tell," she replied ; "I think I am infatuated. I am quite sure, Lance, that if I had been a gentleman, I shouH have followed Madame Vanira to the olher aide of th* world. I think her, without exception, th* most charming woman in the world." She raued her eye* with innocent ten- derness to his face. "Are you joa'.oui because I love her to much?" the asked. He shuddered M he heard the playful, innocent woids, to different from the reali- "I thould never be jealous of you, ilarion," he replied, and then turned the conversation . Nothing lest than a visit to Ma lame Vanira would please Lady Chandoi. Sh* aaked her huthaud if he would go to th* Odars with her, and wondered when he declined. Tee truth WM that he feared me chance recognition, tome accidental temptation; he dared not go, and Lady Uaru.n looked very disappointed. "I thought you liked Madame Vanira,' he laid. "I am quite sure, Lance, that you looked ss if you did." "My dear Marion, between liking penons aad giving up a busy morning lo go to see teem there is an immense difference. II you really wish me lo go, Marion, you that I will break all uiy appoint- U." " I would not ask you to do that," the replied, and the result of ibe conversation was that Lady Chandoi want alone. She pent two hour* with Leone, and the result was a great increase of likin; aad affection far her. L*on* sang for her, aad her grand voice thrilled through every fibre of her heart ; Leon* read to her, and Lady Chandoi said to herself that she never qmuj understood what wordi meant before. Wban it WM time to go, Lady Chandoi tasked at her watch in wonder. " I have been here two hour*," sb* laid, " and they have passed like two minute*- Madam* Vanira, I have no engagement to sorrow evening, come and see me. Lord Chandos hai a speech to prepare, and he aaked me to (orego all engagements thii evening." " ''erhaps I should be in th* way," laid Ltnoe ; but Lady Marion laughed at the snuon. She pleaded so prettily and to gracefully that Leon* consented, and it wa* arranged that she ihould spend th* ing of the day following at Stoneland *, 8h* wont more than one*. She had naked herself if this intimacy were wit* ? <Nk* could not help liking the (air, tw**l woman who had taken her place, and yet fc* felt a great undercurrent if jealous indignation tod righteoos anger it might blace out torn* day, and th* knew that if it ever did so il would be out of her con- ttL It was something like playing with f n*. and yet to many people play with fir* all their lira* and never get burn*d ! She) west, looking more beautiful and **J*J than ever, in a most becoming firms of black velvet, her white arms and white shoulders looking whiter than ever threugh the fin* whit* lao*. Sh* wore no jtweN ; a pomegranate Hoaaoai lay m th* thick coils of her hair ; a rod rot* nettled in her white breast. -She wat shown into the boudoir sh* had atisnired to much, and there Lady Chandoi J..IM...I her. Lord Chandos had been busily engaged during the day in looking up facts and in* formation for his speech. He had joined his wife (or dinner, but th* taw him to completely engrossed that th* did net talk to him, and il had not occurred to her to Mil him that Madame Vanira wa* coming, an that he wat quite ignorant of that facU |The two ladiet enjoyed themselves very moon they had a cup of orange Pekoe from oupt of priceless china, they talked at iiiumr, art, and book*. Th* protty little clock chimed ten. Lady Ott ndos looked at her companion. " You have not tried my plant) yet," the aid. " It WM % wadding present from L*rd Chandoi to ait ; the ton* of it it very eweot and clear." ' I will try it," tald Madam* Vanira. ~ U ay I look through th* pile of music that UM behind it r Lady Chandoi laughed at th* eagernes* with which Leone went on her kneei and examined th* mutic. Jnsi at that moment, when in* WM xn|>le.iely hidden from view, th* door eddenly opened, and Lord Cbandot has 1 1 i > tared. Meemg hit wilt near, without Making around th* room, in hit uiual oar- MM a H manner, he threw on* arm round h*r, draw her to him, and kissed hsr. It WM that kit* which wok* all th* love tMtd passion, and jealousy in Leooe's'heart; it oam* horn* to h*r in that minute, and for the tint time, that the hutband she had Init belonged to another that his kittes and carrettts were never more to b* her*, but wonld be given always to this other. There was on* moment only on* mo- ment of silence ; and while it lasted a harp sword pierced her heart ; the neit Lady Chando* with a laughing blushing iaoe, had tornad to her hutband, holding up one white hand in warning, " Lance," she cried, " do you not see Mad itne Vanira?' ion Spanish beauty all aglow wilh emotion. She oould not recover her presence of mind so M to laugh away tho awkward situation. Lady Ch&ndos wss the first to do that. " How melodramatic we all look !" the aid. " What it the matter?" Then Lord Chandoi recovered himself. He know the kilt he had given to one fair woman mutt have stab'bed the heart of the olher, and he would rather have don* any- thing than that it should have happened. There cam* to him like a flash of lightning the remembrance of that first home at River Vie rr, and the white arms that were clasped round hit neck when be entered there ; and he knew thai the tame memory rankled in the heart of the beautiful wom- an whose face had suddenly grown pal* a* his own. The air had grown lika living (lame to Leon* ; th* pain which stung her WM sharp she could have cried aloud with th anguiih of it. It was well nigh iutolerabl to see his arm round her, to see him draw her fair (ace and head to him, to see hi lip* seek hers and rest on them. The ai grew like living flames ; her heart beat (at and loud ; her hands burned. All the ha lost by woman's intrigue and man's in justic thu fair, gentle woman had gained. A red mist came before her eye* ; a ruth at of many waters filled her ears. She bi her lips to prevent the loud and bitter cr that seemed M though it must etcape her. Then Lord Chando* hastened to place a chair for her, and tried lo drive from he mind all recollection ol the little inci dent. "You are looking for tome mutic, ma dame," he laid, "from which I may augu the happy (act that you intended to ling Let me pray that you will not change you intention." "Lady Chandoi asked me to try her piano," she aaid fhyly. "I told Madame \ anira how tweet an< silvery the tone of it it, Lance," laid Lady Chando*. And again Leone tnrunk (torn hearini on another woman's lip the word she ha< once used. It WM awakward, it WM intolerable ; it struck her all at once with a sense ot shame thai she had done wronf in ever allowing Lord Chando* lo speak U her again. But then ho had pleaded so, he had seemed so utterly miserable, so for- lorn, so hopeless, she could not help it. She had done wrong in allowing Lady Marion to make iriend* with her ; Lady Marion wa* her enemy by fore* ot circum- stances, and there ought not to hav* been even one word between them. Yet she pleaded so eagerly, it had seemed quit* impossible to resist her. She WM roused from her reverie by the laughing voice of Lady Marion, over whoa* fair head so dark a cloud hung. "Madam* Vanira," she was sayin " ask my hutband lo sing with yon. has a btautifnl voioe, not a deep, rolling bait, at on* would imagine from th* dark face and tall, stalwart figure, but a rich, clear tenor, iveet and silvery M the chime of bell*. " Leone remembered every tone, every not* of it ; Ihey had spenl long hour* in linging together, and the memory of thoee noun shone now in the eyes that met to aadly. A tudden, keen, paationat* desiu :o sing with him one* more oam* over Leone. It might be rash it WM imprud- ent. "Mine WM always a mad love," she said to herself, with a most bitter smile. It might be dangerous but once more." Just one* more she wonld like to hear her voice Boat away with hit. Sh* bant over th* mutic again the first and foremost lay Mendelssohn's beautiful duet, "Oh, wonld that my love." They tang it in th* summer gloamings when the had been pleased and proud to hear her wonderful voice float away over th* trees and die in sweetest silence. Sh* raited it now and looked at him. "Will you ting this?" the asked, but her eyet did not meet his and her face WM very pal*. She did not wait (or an answer, but placed th* music on a stand, and then ah, then th* two beautiful voices floated away, an 1 the very air seemed to vibrate with the passionale, thrilling sound ; tht drawing- room, the magnificence of Stoneland Houae, the grac*(ul presence of th* (air wife faded from them. They were together one* more at the gar den at River View, the green trati making shade, th* deep river in the distance. But when they had fini*h*d, Lady Chan- do* WM standing by her (ao* wet with lean. "Your music breaks my heart," she laid ; but she did nel know th* reason why. CHAPTER XLIX. TUB wot MI IN || KB HEART. If Leon* had been wiser after that one evening, the wonld have avoided Lord Chando*, she would have shunned th* flames of fir* ; that on* evening showed her that the stood on th* edge of a preci- pice. Looking in her own heart, she knew by iu passionate aiigunh and passionate pain that th* love in her had never been conquered. She taid to htretlf, when th* evening WM over and she drove away, leaving them together, that the would never expose herself to that pain again. It WM to ttrange, to unnalural for her the who believed h*r*el( hit wife, who had spent to many evenings with him to go away and leave him with thii beauliful woman who wit really hii wife. She looked up at the silent start M the drove homo ; surely their pale, golden ey*s must thin* down in demon pity on her. Sh* clinched her while, sod bands until th* rings made great red dent* ; tht exhausted herself with great tearless t.ibs yet no tears came trom her burning eyet. Was ever woman so foully, to cruelly wronged ? had ever woman bttn 10 cruelly tortured ? "I will not see him again," she cried to herself; "I cannot bear u." Long after th* stars had set, and th* crimson flush of dawn itlrred the pearly Unit of the sky, the lay, sobbing, with passionate tears, feeling that sh* oould not bear it she mvst die. It would have been well if that had frightened her, but when morning dawned he tald to herself that hers had alway* been a mad love, and woul I be to until the end. She made one desperate effort; she wrote lo Lord Chando*, and sent the letter to his club a little, pathetic note, with a heart-break in every line of it to say that they who had been wedded loveri were foolish to think of being frieudt ; that it WM not poasibl*, and that she thought they bad better part ; the pain WM too great (or her, she oould not bear it. The letter was blotted wilh tears, and M he read it for whom it WM written, ether lean fell on it. Before two hours bad passed, he wat standing before her, with oulslretchei hands, the ring of pasiion in hi* voice, the fir* of panaiou in his face. Leone," he said, "do you mean toil mutt we part?" They forgot in that moment all tho re- strauil! by which they had surrounded themselves ; once .nor* they were Lance and Leone, M in old dayt. Mnt w* part ?" he repeated, and her face paled M the raised it to his. 1 cannot bear th* pin, Lance," she laid wearily. "It would be better for ua never to meet than for me to suffer M I did last evening." He drew nearer to her. "Did you suffer so much, Leone ?" he asked gently. "Ye*, more almott than I can bear. It is not many years tine* I believed that 1 WM your wife, and now I have to tee anoth- er woman in my place. I I taw you kia* her I bad to go away and leave you to- gether. No, I cannot bear it, Lance !" The beautiful head drooped wearily, the beautiful voice trembled and died away in a wail that wat pitiful to hear ; all her beauty, her genius, talent what did it avail her ? Lord Chandoi had sn*red much, but hi* pain had never been to keen M now at this moment, when this Iwautiful queenly woman wailed unt her sorrow to him. "What shall I do, Leone ? I would give my life to undo what I have done ; hut it u useless I cannot. Do you mean that we must part ?" The wet the raued to hit face were hag- gard and weary with pain. "There it nothing for it but parting, Lane*," the taid. I thought we could b* friend*, but it i* not possible; we hav* bved each other too well." "vVe need not part now," hi aaid ; "let us think it over ; life i* very long ; it will bt hard to live without the sunlight of your presence, Leone, now that I have lived in It so long. Let us think it over. Do yon know what I wanted to uk you last even- ing?" "No," the nplied, "what WM it?" "A good that you may still grant me," lie laid. "We may part if you with it, Leone. Leone, let ut have one happy day before the time comet. Leone, you see how [air the summer la, I want you to tpend one day with mt on the river. The chest- nuts are all in flower the whole world is 'nil of beauty, and song, and fragrance ; th* great bought are dipping into the stream, and the water-lilies lie on the river's Wenst. My dear love and lost love come with me for one day. W* may be jerted all the rest of our lues, com* with ne for on* day." Her iaoe brightened with th* thought. Surely for on* day they might b* happy i .l had b*tn so good to her; he had given to tier th* beauty of a queen, genius that wa* immortal, wit, everything life holds most fair, and they were all lost to her btcaua* of hsr mad lovt. Ah, well never mind, the sun WM shining, the river dancing far WK; in the sun, and she WM to spend the day with him. She had dress- ed herself to perfection in a close-fitting drtss of dark-grey velvet, relieved by rib- bons of roe* plus; sh* wore a hat with a dark-grey plum*, under the shade of which her beautiful face looked doubly buwitching; the little hands, which hy their royal psttnret swayed multitudes, wen caae.il in dark gray. Lord Chando* looked at h*r in undisguised admiration. " The day seems to have bten made on purpose for us," he taid, M he helped her into the boat. Leone laughed, but there WM just the least tinge of Imternets in that laugn. " A day mails for us would hav* gray skies, cold rains, and bleak, bitter winds,'' the taid. And then the pretty pleasure boat floated away on the broad, beautiful stream. It was a day on which to dream of heaven; there wa* hardly a ripple on the beautiful Thames ; the air wa* balmy, sweet, tilled SOME SOURCES OP DIPHTHERIA. larerllen Whirl. MM, MMker* Hay rith ihe acent of hay from ihe meadow: of flowen from th* banks; it was at though they had floated away into Paradia*. Lord Chandos bent forward to see Tn* English physician, Longstaff, who hat complied some interesting statistics on "Social, Political, and Medical " topic*, has clothed them in delightful Knglish ; | every woman of the land may read and not only enjoy, but profit thereby. Hi* in- vestigations of the rouroe* of disease have been thorough, and th* rer.ik should b* known all over the world. It it the source which we must know before we can effectu- ally stamp out disease. Loogitaff help* u* in thii, for he ha* not only compiled figure*, but mad* them a revelation of hidden and unsuspected source* of infection or conta- gion. 1'he terror to every mother of young children, diphtheria, be asser.s originate* in th* country. It nas long teen known that farm animals are inbject to throat diseases, and in some countries ihe peas- antry live in cloee relationship with their the ruga were properly disposed; he opened her sunsh tde, but she would not use it. " L*t m* at* th* beautiful river, the bank* and the yewt, while I may," th said, "the inn will not hurt me." There WM no sound save that of the oars cleaving th* bright waters. Leone watched tht river with loving eyca ; linos the had left River View and the had loved it with something like a passion il seemed like part of tbat married lift which ha 1 ended so abruptly. They pa*sed by * thicket, where the birds were singing after a mad fashion of their own. " Slop, and listen, ' she laid, holding up her hind. Hs Hopped and ihe boat floated gently with the noiseless tide. " 1 wonder," said Leone, "if in that green bird kingdom there are tragedies such a* take place in oun ?" Lord Chandos laughed. " You are fall of fanciful idM. Leone," he laid. " Yes, I imagine, the bird have their tragedies because they have their loves." " Suppose there are pretty bird* and plain birds, loving birds, and nard-heart*d onet; tome who live a happy life, filled with sunlight and song tome who die 'hilt the leaves are green, shot through th* heart. In the kingdom of birds and the kingdom of men it it all just the tame." "' Which fall U your*, Leone?" asked Lord t'hand'is. " Mine?" she taid, looking away over the dancing waters, " mine ? I was ihot while th* sun shone, and tht beet part of me died of the wound in my heart. (TO BI CO STINTED.) live stock. A sensitive throat is moretua- oeutible to the inroads oi chance bacteria, that | and diphtheritic bacilli multiply faster mig year* would have to pat*, and they 'ould never meet. Oh, for one day, away on th* river, In th* world of clear water*. ;ren bought and violet bank* one day away from the world which had trammeled them and fettered them. "You tempt m*," the aaid slowly. "A lay with you on the river. Ah, for tuch a ileasure a* that I wonld giv* t weuty year* f my life." Ht did not answ*r her because he dared t. He waited until hi* heart WM calm and at rett again, then he said : M L*t u* go to-morrow, Leone, no on* nows what twenty-four hours may bring orth. Let us go to-morrow, Leone. Kis*> trly. How often w* hav* gone out togeth- r while the dew lay upon the dowers and IMS. Shall it be so ? ' Th* angel of prudence faded frem her ireatnoe a* she answered, "Yes. " Knowing ow the loved him, hearing the old love lory in hi* voice, reading it in his face, she wonld bar* don* better had she died there n the splendor of her beauty and the pain f her love than have aaid, "Yes." So it u arranged. "It will be a beautiful day," tald Lord Jhando*. "I am a capital rower, Leone, as ou will remembtr. I will take you M tar Medmenham Abbey ; we will land there and spend an hour in the ruint ; but you ill have to rite early and drive down to li* river tide. You will not mind that." " I (ball mind nothing that brings m* to ou," she said, with a vivid dlush, and *o t waa Mttled. They forgot the dictates of honor ; he orgot hi* duty to hi* wife at horn*, and *h* orgot prudence and justice. The morning dawned. Sh* had eagerly atche.il (or it through the long hour* of ho night; it wakes her with th* song f the bird* and tht thin* o( th* tun ; t wake* her with a mingled tent* of pain and happiness, ol pleasure and regret. She to spend a whole day with him, but the lackground to tbat happiness was that he WM leaving a wife at bom* who had ail laimi to hit time and attention. One happy day before I die," she *aid to herself, But will it be happy ? The tun will thin* rightly, yet there will b* a background ; t it *b*ll be happy because it will b* with nn. It wa* yet early in th* morning when *li* rove to the appointed place at th* river Id*. Th* tun shone in the ikies, th* bird* nng in th* tree*, the beautiful river Hash- d ami glowed In th* light, th* water* seemed to dance and the green leaves to brill. Ah, if th* WM only back by the mill- treain, if ihe were but Leon* Norl one* gain, with her life all unspoiled before her; she were anything on earth except a oman possessed by a mad love. If she oould but exchange three burning ashes of i burning love for the light, briirht hearl if her girlhood, when the world had been ull of Iwautv which spoke to her in an iiiknown tongue. Suicide In France and Italy. According to statistic* which hav* just been published, it appean that in the IMS four yean 26,000 penons have killed them selves in Francs, whereat in Italy, with a population almost equal, the number of suicide* during th* same period was only 4000. M. Henri Fooquier n plain* that in Italy th* Roman Catholic religion is still strongly rooted in the population, and that it act* a* ad*ternnlagainstself-d**truction. Moreover, if Italy it not so rich a country M France, poverty there i* leas severely- felt, and more easy to bear, than in France, thank* to th* Italian sunrhme and blue sky. 1'assi'ig on to txamin* what may be called th* quality of suicides in the two countries, M. rouquier points out that in Italy self- destruction is in most cases the result of a lev* drama, whereas in France, out of an average of 6900 sui -ides a year, there arc not man than about 300 that can be classed as suicide* of passion. In Fiance, money, or rather, the lack of it, it th* can** of self destruction. M. Fouqnier considers that about 20OO suicides a year may b* due to insanity ; but he points out that it is now demonstrated by the statistic* that in France 4000 person* a year, that is to lay, about ten persons a day, hang, drown or stifle themselves with the fumes of charcoal, or blow out thsir brain*, because they are ruined, because they are persecuted by tb*ir creditor*, because they can not earn enough to procure food, and are dying o( starvation. Impossible. Figure*, like loaded firearm*, are danger- ous thing* to trifle with, inasmuch M they an quite likely to do exactly what they are not expected to do. An explanation of th* cause of the tudden death of Robert Louis Stevenson has been widely published of late which fairly illustrates thii principle. It ii taid that th* great writer WM killed by i hixn almost any other yet known parasite. W hen ao epidemic rage* among farm ani- mals u is iound that there i* likely to be one. of diphtheria or tome equally danger- out throat trouble among the farmen' fam- ilies. It takes but a tiny point of broken or sensitive membrane for ihe ubiquitous microbe, " to find and stay and destroy." In these .lays of bad weather, when du*t and cold make throats lender and coughing i* rather the rule than the exception, the slightest irritation should be carefully toothed sod a healing gargle used. A very important point ihould b* im- pressed upon young persons m the mailer of indiscriminate kissing. W* can scarcely tell how infection is carried in this way. Kxptrt sanitarian* believe that some day, when source* of disease hav* been well established, kissing will be relegated to the list of " dead demonstration*. The prac- tin* is certainly a worthy exponent of our ignorance concerning cause and effect in galhology and pathogomy. Little children, who are the most susceptible of any age, should be specially guarded and shielded from an indiscriminate thow of affection from every Ton;, Dick, and Harry. Pel animal* an a well-known source for bringing disease germs into th* house. Such are easily carried in th* hair or on the feet of th* animal A cat that had left iu little mistress, who WM tick with diph- Ih-ria, WM picked up by another child and fondled Soon the second child sickened with diphtheria and died. As no other possible source WM ever discovered, it seems not only reasonable but probable that infection WM oirried by the cat. In- vetligaiion rapidly progresses into channel* never before dreamed of, sources of disease* an being brought to light, and as soon a* person* will read and practice great good will r*snlt. Th* most important thing to be realised by the laity is the value of the precautionary measure* to be taken in the initial case of an infectious disease. That properly looked after may cause it to be Ibe last M well M th* first in a community. ON TO JAMES BAY. Tke K.llru.d Will *e < ..mm,nr,,l i. , b e "prlnu ir Meaty Is Fanhruml >x . On account of th* immense mineral wealth of the country that it will open up. and th* *hortening that it will *ntail in ths North- We*t wheat outlel to th* tea, th* projected railw.y from North Bay to James Bay. bat, during th* past two years, attracted the widespread attention of west- ern butinesa men. the proposed road The route covered by will b* about 390 miles undertaken in three section will extend the eioeeeiv* smoking of cigarette*, and it t confidently added tbat he "smoked 190 a day." Th* us* of a little arithmetic will ikow this assertion in it* proper light. Suppose that Mr. Stevenson slept eight hour* and devoted an hour and a half to hit moat*, which it allowing him a half an hour (or each meal. This wonld leave him 14} hours, or 870 minute*, which b* could de- vot* to smoking, and in order to consume 190 cigarettes in that time he would hav* to smoke incessantly and at th* rat* of on* cigarette every 9 minute* and 48 seconds. Suppuung this feat were a mochanical no*- sibility. which it certainly it not, unless Mr. Stevenson used a brand of cigarctt** very unlike any that have ever been heard of in thie country how long could a man s tyitem withstand such aliuse It would wreck tho strongest constitution in I*** than a week. Not a Monotonous Trip. vork Old Lady "Don't you find this rather monotoncua ?" Elevator Boy "No indeed, ma'am, it's real exciting. Only yesterday a man started out too aoon,an' got hit head smashed ; and last w*ek th* hull machine broke an' went don kerahug, an* killed everybody but me. That there rope looks tort weak. Hope she'll last till we're up. The engineer is drunk to-day, too, and that tort o' makes thingtinteresling. " in length, on which the construction work will, it i* stated, be sections. The tint _______ __ __ from North Bay to lake Temiscammirae, a distance ot 110 mile*. On this ponicn, !w3 miles, from th* southern terminus to lake Tamagammgue, was surveyed by Messrs. Patterson and Wicks teed in the summer of 1S93. Section number 2, MI mile* in length, will lie between lake Temiaoamingn* and lake Abitlibi ; and section number 3 will extend from lake Abittibi to Jame* Bay.a distance of about 160 miles The cost of construe tion of the road will, it it estimated average 919.000 per mile, making a total outlay of Sti, 630,000. The promoter* have secured bonus appropriations amounting to $6,25 per mile, 13,000 being from the provincial and J.V.ViO from the Dominion Govern- ment*. Mr. W. B. McMurrich.y.C.. the toliciior o. Ihe company says : "If we can make the neceMary financial arrangements for th* tale of our dsbeniures, w* will commence active, construction operations on the fint section of th* road early next spring. Wellington's Sympathy. Napoleon WM worshipped and feared, but men loved and adored the Iron Duke. Of th* former how few are the kindly human trait* recorded ! While of the other, to this day fre.h proof* keep coming to light of (imp!* iwtetneat dwelling long in th* mind* of men. Th* following anecdote concerning a letter recently *xhnm*i may serve M on* instance oat ol a thouaaad illusUting th* sympathetic nature of the great commander, Th* Utter, to far M my memory serves, WM In torn* tuch terms M the** : " Field Marshal th* Duke of Wellington begt to inform William Harris that hit toad it aliv* and well." It teems that the Duke, in th* court* of a country stroll, had com* upon a little boy we* P mg bitterly over a toad. A *traaie no Ihey must have been the lean, keen- eyed old soldier, the fluthed, sohhiu- boy, and between them the wrinkled reptile, squatting, with tearless and throbbing nider. Th* boy wept oecause he WM going to school next day ; he had com* daily t.. f*ed his toad ; th* little heart WM raqked with grief because b* feared hi* darling would be neglected when he WM gone, and might starve. Th* Duke's heart WM as soft as the boy's, for he undertook to see that th* toad wa* looked after, aiid the letter above quottd is on* of his subsequent bulletin.