The youthful Sipido, who lust week made unsuccessful attempt on the life of the Prince of Wales, appears to be perfectly sane. He bet a'shoemaker named Merut five francs that he would shoot the Prince, and he (the shoenker) and several other Veen companions went to the station in order to see whether he would carry out his threat, which was to avenge the Transvaal." How the shooting of the unfortunate Prince was to effect this end does not transpire, We have constantly been told that Mr. Chamberlain is respousibl und some go further back and blame the and old man" for all that has happened lately, but to make the Prince's shoulders bear the burden is something quite new. The culprit is described as w respectable and intelligent young man; he is not an anarchist as vas at first supposed, but ho has lately attended several Brussels which have hinge his reason for the tim Had the event no" so nearly ended in a terrible tragedy, one could almost pity the youth who is reported to have wept bitterly when brought before the magis trates. If proof were needed of the possible harm attending these unpatriotic meetings—several of which have lately been stopped on our own shores—the present case amply supplies its One can but be devoutly thankful that "There's such divinity doth hedgea king, That treason can but peep to what it would,"
T have heard that the Prince has for years had a presentiment that he will never live to be crowned king. Of curse this may not be true, as one hears so many entirely erroneous things as to the sayings of Royal personages. In any case I, for one, trust that if it exists the presentiment may lack fulfilment, as I think one who has shown such infinite tact in a position which must at times have been more trying than we can possibly imagine will—should he be called upon—inake a king second to none who have ever held the position.
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