Asstory about the ways of French railways is told by Miss Hannah Lynch Blackwood. Once, while still a very youn irl, ''in her teens and abominably shy," Miss Lynch dropped her ticket on the line at Nime @ good-natured Prot Is did not ask her to buy another, Med her along the Ti station, however, an officer in uniform, with an awful-loo! ing hig ledger, shouts imperiously from ca Tinge to earriaze:—Oit est la dame siqnelé Tt was bal anous nothing short "After buriti every carriage for the signalled Indy," somebody was safe to shake me our of dreams, 'Yo st be the dame signalee,' would real y official. And then I, dolefully ru bing my eyes, and wis he: What is your og you pay for it? Where did you los Where are you a father Have you a mother? a sister? Have you a brother?' They spared me the dearer one still than all other but that, there was hardly an item of life and fortune that these learning.'
At Paris, Mi Lynch had to pay again, was not the end of an dventure. Two years later she received a post-office order for the amount, with the information that recent alterations at the station at Nimes had discovered the lost ticket under a rail. Yours, M. M.
Tax Globe of the Ist ultimo also discusses the Crommell statue, but to call the graad Protector a prominent politician" shows little too much of the animus of the partisan 'Yesterday, the statue of Oliver Cromwell, about which so much has been heard and said during the last week or two, arrived Westminster, and wros erected on to the stal which' has been prepared for it.
the appearance of the grim old Protector clare to their doors will, we four, he anything but agreeable to the Lords, who apout the last dey of the Autumn Session expressing their very strong obit that they mould prefer to sco as little of H Highness as possible. This attitude, when one considers the sort of measure which Orommell dealt out to she Peers, is not, on the whole, unreasonable on the part of their lordships, and we confess tox little surprise at the readiness of the House of Commons to quarrel with the other branch of the Legislature for his ungainly sake. For nobody, not even Elizabeth, rer dealt so masterfully with the faithful Commons, or suppressed free speech in such a whole-hearted fashion as the Military Dictator. Even now a member of Parliament can hardly look at the mace without conjuring up visions of that most terrible Steanger at the Bar, and nobody has ever yet been able to find again the "bauble" which he stole. But one cannot help thinking that the Houses of Parliament are not, after all, the only parties concerned in the reappearance of the Prorector at Westminster. Say what one may of hie pure Noncunformist conscience ard hie resolute foreign policy, the man was a icicle, and within the shalow of Westminster Abbey there is scarcely a fit place for the statue of such a man. If he is to be commemorated simply because he was in his time a prominent poli an, we do. not know why the statues of Mr. Parnell and Mr. Bi h, which, no deuls woul apecdily he provided by enthusiastic admirers, should not also he erveted within the precincts of St. Stephen's. Indeed, they might easily he arranged with that of Oliver in a most artistic group, and the combination is just such as would—or should—haro given the highest gratification to Cromwell himeelf.
Ta following is the plot of the new Ohinese opera ut Daly's Theatre, London, San Toy, as slesoribed by the critic of the Bandard The first of the two acts takes place in a atreot_in Pynka Pong. It nppenra that Yan How, not wishing his daughter to become one of the Emperor's wives, has given out that the girl iva boy; the secret fa known to Captain Bubbie Preston, who lores San Toy with xn affection which she returns, to a Chinese student Fo Hop, who also lores San Toy but whom she much dislikes, and to her old nurse, On, who hon first seen is on her way to sacrifice at the grave of her dead husband. She thinks better of this resolve, much to the disgust of the populace, who miss a sprctacte which they would huve enjoyed though 1 may be remarked that the exhibition of s0 serious " matter is, perhaps, not quite in place in a comedy. Yen' How's ingenious little device for oaring his daughter is upset by a decree ued by the Emperor to form a regiment of the sons of mandarins, with special reference to the quasi son of the Rulor of Pyuka Pony. In "ne ehinrncter or the other, masculine or feminine, it is obvious tnat San Toy has to go to' Poking and she ly found there presently (in the cond act) as Captain of a reyimont of beautiful Amarons, organised by the Dow-ayer Empress to. guard the Monarch, 'To Peking also Cxptain Bobbie Preston goes with his father, Sir Bingo, who hus to visit the capital in order to' obtain the Imperial signature to a concession, The regiment, in rich purple uniform, mar-challed by its stately Perpetual Corporal, Wun Lung, makes " stately show, the brilliance of the picture being grentiy en-handed by the members of the Bourd of Ceremonies, presided over by Sing Hi, those attire is gorgeous in the extreme, 'This is one of the places where the ploy temporarily disappears. 'There is a quaint Chinaman, Li by name, who accompani the party from Pynka Pong, and is recog-aleed ly' Wan Long i at old admirer; of whom she does not propose gain to lose sight; and ho is alternately caressed and committed to the atom charge of the Tartar guards, Li Hi and Li Lo, according to the manner in which his sentiments towards Wun Lung seem to vary. The Board of Ceremonies is diverted by song and dance from the English visitors, and the Emperor himself, though he does not appear, is ro-presented ay an amateur of music, who hae been fascinated by a beautiful voice he has hoard singing under the windows of the Palace. Wun Lung imagines that she is the enchanting vocalist, and in that capacity is taken into the Royal presence, from which, however, she is ejected with the utmost promptitude; and it is then ascertained that the singer was San Toy, Obsiowsly Yen How hus been deceiving is Royal master, and a variety of choice tortures is arranged fur him, when the Dowaxer, who does not care much about the advent of a new wife who is likely to be influential, decides that the girl hah better be allowed t" marry her European lover.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.