On the death of Queen Victoria so much has already been written that it seems impossible to add to what has already been said, Even now, when King Edward is prayed for, I—personally—feel a shock which it will take a long time to overcome. It is so hard to realise that the dear old Queen has really gone. All the same, I'am very proud of our good and tactful King; nearly every day one reads of some gracious and thoughtful act he has performed. Only to-day there are long Accounts in all the papers of a scheme of his for the alleviation or cure of consumption. Some short time since a large sum of money, it is said about £200,000, was placed at His' Majesty's disposal by one of our millionaires (it is whispered that the munificent donor was Sir Ernest Cassel), to be applied to azy charitable purpose of. purposes he thought most deserving. King Edward has decided that the money will be best spent if it is devoted to the erection of a sanatorium for the benefit of sufferers from tuberculosis; a home where not only sufferers may have a chance of being cured, but where experts may study the disease so thoroughly that possibly they may through diligent research ultimately stamp it out. If the endeavour should chance to be successful how future genera. tions will bless the name of Cassel! Would that some other of our millionaires would found liar institution and offer the same facilities for the study of that still greater enemy, cancer—to my mind a far worse disease, and one about which even our cleverest medici men seem to know 80 little.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.