y, as youthful-looking as his
contemporary, ex-Cornet Brown, is aged; Mr. Staveley Hill, who is
reported to possess an appreciable area of the American Continent; Mr.
Illingworth, who approaches the term of a quarter of a century's
unobtrusive but useful Parliamentary service; Mr. Johnston, still of
Ballykilbeg, but no longer a Liberal as he ranked twenty years ago; Sir
John Kennaway, still towering over his leaders from a back bench above
the gangway; Sir Wilfrid Lawson, increasingly wise, and not less gay
than of yore; Mr. Lea, who has gone over to the enemy he faced in 1873;
Sir John Lubbock, who, though no sluggard, still from time to time goes
to the ants; Mr. Peter M'Lagan, who has succeeded Sir Charles Forster as
Chairman of the Committee on Petitions; Sir John Mowbray, still, as in
1873, "in favour of sober, rational, safe, and temperate progress," and
meanwhile voting against all Liberal measures; Sir Richard Paget, model
of the old-fashioned Parliament man; Sir John Pender, who, after long
exile, has returned to the Wick Burghs; Mr. T. B. Potter, still member
for Rochdale, as he has been these twenty-seven years; Mr. F. S. Powell,
now Sir Francis; Mr. William Rathbone, still, as in times of yore, "a
decided Liberal"; Sir Matthew White Ridley, not yet Speaker; Sir Bernard
Samuelson, back again to Banbury Cross; Mr. J. C. Stevenson, all these
years member for South Shields; Mr. C. P. Villiers, grown out of
Liberalism into the Fatherhood of the House; Mr. Hussey Vivian, now Sir
Hussey; Mr. Whitbread, supremely sententious, courageously commonplace;
and Colonel Saunderson.

[Illustration: SIR J. MOWBRAY.]

But here there seems a mistake. There was an Edward James Saunderson in
the Session of 1873 as there is one in the Session of 1893: But Edward
James of twenty years ago sat for Cavan, ranked as a Liberal, and voted
with Mr. Gladstone, which the Colonel Saunderson of to-day certainly
does not. Yet, oddly enough, both date their election addresses from
Castle Saunderson, Belturbet, Co. Cavan.

[Illustration: COLONEL SAUNDERSON.]

A SLAVE

BY LEILA-HANOUM.

TRANSLATED FROM A TURKISH STORY.

I.

I was sold in Circassia when I was only six years old. My uncle,
Hamdi-bey, who had inherited nothing from his dying brother but two
children, soon got rid of us both. My brother Ali was handed over to
some dervishes at the Mosque of Yeni-Cheir, and I was sent to
Constantinople.

The slave-dealer to whom