f truth in the
abominable scandals; and that, even if some of it was true, it did not
justify Mrs. Beecher Stowe either to make or meddle. I further said that
Byron, in his lone death, evinced more feeling for his wife than we have
any evidence she ever did for him. In his dying moments he wished
Fletcher, his servant, to convey a message to Lady Byron; with his last
breath Byron muttered, 'You will be sure and tell Lady Byron.' Fletcher
replied, 'I have not heard one word that you have said,' when Byron with
an exclamation, 'Ah, my God!' fell back dead."

[Illustration: LADY RAWLINSON.

_From a Photo. by _Fall_ Baker Street. W._]

"You met Mrs. Carlyle, Sir Robert?" I asked, as we opened the veranda
door to examine the bushes in the garden and watch what progress spring
was making.

"No, never!"

"But do you know if it is true that Carlyle used to wear an expression
of 'Silence, woman,' whenever she was in the room?"

"Well, you know," Sir Robert replied, "Carlyle lived in a house that
stood on Thames gravel. Perhaps that accounted for his dyspepsia and her
headaches. But I can tell you this: One day Mrs. Carlyle sent a message,
saying she wanted to see me particularly. But I was not to go until she
sent for me, and that would be when Thomas was away, for if he was at
home when I called, she wouldn't be able to get a word in edgeways!"

HARRY HOW.

_Beauties:--Children._

[Illustration: _From a Photo. by J. Weston & Son, Folkestone._

ELSIE KATE BIRCH]

[Illustration: _From a Photo. by Dighton, Cardiff._

Winifred Gascoyne Dalziel]

[Illustration: Phyllis Maude Wallis]

[Illustration: _From a Photo by A. Weston, London, E.C._

Gladys Herbert.]

[Illustration: Erna Collins.]

[Illustration: Doris Collins

_From Photos. by Macey, Hampstead._]

[Illustration: _From a Photo. by T. Fall, Baker Street, W._

ELSIE DIEDRICHS]

[Illustration: _From a Photo. by Lombardi & Co., London, S.W._

DOROTHY NORCUTT]

[Illustration: _From a Photo. by Brandseph, Stuttgart._

Kathleen White.]

THE ADJUTANT'S LOVE-STORY

FROM THE FRENCH OF LE COMTE ALFRED DE VIGNY.

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I.

I was brought up in the village of Montreuil, by the cure of the place.
The happiest period of my life was that time when I was a choir-boy,
with plump, rosy cheeks, a clear voice, and fair hair, wearing blouse
and sabots. As I had given evidence of possessing a musical ear,