tor, who fought in the Russo-Turkish war of
1878, is the youngest Field-Marshal in the British Army.

M. Atichewsky, the famous Russian pianist, who gives his first recital
in the Bluethstein Hall next Wednesday, is no stranger to London
audiences, though he is only just twenty years of age. In the year of
QUEEN VICTORIA'S Diamond Jubilee he visited England as a _Wunderkind_,
being then only thirteen years of age, and created a _furore_ by his
precocious virtuosity. About eleven years later, while he was still in
his teens, he appeared at the Philharmonic Concerts with his second
wife, a soprano singer of remarkable attainments. The present Madame
Atichewsky, it should be noted, has a wonderful contralto voice, which
is inherited by her second daughter, Ladoga, who recently made her
_debut_ at the Theatre de la Monnaie, in Brussels.

* * * * *

The Poetry of the Ring.

For two pugilists, shaking hands before the knock-out fight begins:--

"Ere we rush, ere we extinguish sight and speech
Each on each."

_BROWNING, "Love among the Ruins."_

* * * * *

"It is interesting to learn that the swans on the lower lake have
built a nest and that one of the pairs on the upper lake have
followed suit, so that there is some possibility of signets on the
lakes presently."

_Beckenham Journal._

We shall be glad to see these freshwater seals.

* * * * *

THE UNION OF IRISH HEARTS.

(_How the prospect strikes an Englishman._)

["In ancient times ... the Devlins were the hereditary horseboys of
the O'Neills. (Loud laughter.)"--_From the "Times'" report of Mr.
TIMOTHY HEALY'S speech in the House._]

I love to fancy, howsoe'er remote
The fiery dawn of that millennial future,
That some fine day the rent in Ireland's coat
Will be adjusted with a saving suture,
And one fair rule suffice
For lamb and lion, babe and cockatrice.

In her potential Kings I clearly trace
Ground for this hope; no bickering there, no jostling;
If HEALY cares to hint that DEVLIN'S race
Subsisted by hereditary ostling,
That's just the family fun
Brothers can well afford whose hearts are one.

No less the picture of O'BRIEN'S fist
Clenched playfully beneath a colleague's nose-piece
Lets me foresee--a sanguine opt