ply, GEORGE CAMPBELL strolled in from the Pacific;
proposed to call attention to mission of Sir LINTON SIMMONS to the
POPE. No Vote connected therewith happens to be in Estimates; so
SPEAKER ruled him out of Order.

[Illustration: Minister of Education.]

"Oh, very well," said GEORGE; "that's out of order is it? Well, let
me see, there's Japan;" and he talked for thirty-five minutes about
Japan.

_Business done._--Education Vote agreed to.

* * * * *

THE SCHOOL BOARD BEFORE THE END OF THE CENTURY.

(_A Prophecy of the Near Future._)

THE children had left the school, and the pianos were closed for the
night. The Senior Wranglers who had been conducting the lessons were
divesting themselves of their academical robes, and preparing to
quit the premises to return to their palatial homes, the outcome of a
portion of their princely salaries. In couples they disappeared until
only one was left--he was older than his colleagues, and consequently
slower in his movements. As he was about to summon his carriage a
wild-looking individual suddenly appeared before him, and, sinking in
a chair, appealed to him with a gesture that, fraught with weakness,
was yet defiant.

"What do you want with me, my good man?" asked the Senior Wrangler,
who had a kindly nature.

"What have you done with my sons?" gasped the visitor.

"No doubt, if they were intended for crossing-sweepers, we have
instructed them in the rudiments of classical dancing, and if you
purposed bringing them up as errand-boys, it is highly probable that
we have taught them how to play upon the harpsichord."

"That's how it is!" cried the other. "They _have_ been taught how to
play on the harpsichord; and, as the instrument is obsolete, I ask
you, Sir, how are they to get their living?"

"That is no affair of mine, my good fellow," returned the Senior
Wrangler, dryly. "It is my duty to teach the child, and not to answer
the questions of the parent."

"And the rates are doubled!" cried the Board Scholar's father,
wringing his hands in despair, "and I am ruined!" The Senior Wrangler
was growing impatient. He had to dine at the Club, and go to the
Opera. "Well, what do you want with me?" he asked.

"Employment!" cried the other, in an agony of woe. "Give me
employment. I have been ruined by the rates; let the rates support
me--give me employment!"

The Senior Wrangler considered for a moment; then he spoke--

"Do you think,