aily:
in the morning, at noon, and in the evening. One afternoon he was about
to start out for the house of a friend with whom he had promised to
lunch, when he remembered that he had not taken his first daily dose
of medicine. He forthwith took it, and upon setting down the glass,
reflected that the second dose was due, and so he took that also.
Putting on his hat and preparing to sally forth he further reflected
that before he could return the third dose ought in ordinary course to
be taken, and so without more deliberation he poured himself a final
portion and drank it off. He had thereupon scarcely turned himself
about, when to his horror he discovered that his limbs were growing
rigid and his jaw stiff. In the utmost agitation he tried to walk across
the studio and found himself almost incapable of the effort. His eyes
seemed to leap out of their sockets and his sight grew dim. Appalled
and in agony, he at length sprang up from the couch upon which he had
dropped down a moment before, and fled out of the house. The violent
action speedily induced a copious perspiration, and this being by much
the best thing that could have happened to him, carried off the poison
and so saved his life. He could never afterwards be induced to return to
the drug in question, and in the last year of his life was probably more
fearfully aghast at seeing the present writer take a harmless dose of it
than he would have been at learning that 50 grains of chloral had been
taken.

He had, in early manhood, the keenest relish of a funny prank, and one
such he used to act over again in after life with the greatest vivacity
of manner. Every one remembers the story told by Jefferson Hogg how
Shelley got rid of the old woman with the onion basket who took a place
beside him in a stage coach in Sussex, by seating himself on the floor
and fixing a tearful, woful face upon his companion, addressing her in
thrilling accents thus--

For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground,
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

Rossetti's frolic was akin to this, though the results were amusingly
different. It would appear that when in early years, Mr. William Morris
and Mr. Burne Jones occupied a studio together, they had a young servant
maid whose manners were perennially vivacious, whose good spirits no
disaster could damp, and whose pertness nothing could banish or
check. Rossetti conceived the idea of frightening the girl out of her
comp