der-in-Chief. At the battle of Alma,
amidst great disorder, he reformed the line and stood firm with the
colours. At Inkerman he distinguished himself by charging and repulsing
a strong body of Russians with a few men; for which distinctions he was
justly awarded the Victoria Cross. Lord Wantage was Equerry to the
Prince of Wales, 1858-9; and has been Extra Equerry to His Royal
Highness since 1874. He is also the Lord Lieutenant and a County
Councillor of Berkshire. He married, in 1858, Harriet Sarah, only child
of the first Baron Overstone.

[Illustration: AGE 17.
_From a Drawing._]

[Illustration: AGE 32.
_From a Photograph._]

[Illustration: AGE 41.
_From a Photograph by Chemar Freres, Brussels._]

[Illustration: AGE 50.
_From a Painting by W. Onless, R.M._]

[Illustration: PRESENT DAY.
_From a Photograph by W. & A. H. Fry, Brighton._]

SIR RICHARD TEMPLE, BART, M.P.

BORN 1826.

Sir Richard Temple, Bart., G.C.S.I., M.P., D.C.L.(Oxon), LL.D. (Cantab),
of The Nash, Kempsey, near Worcester, entered the third class of the
Bengal Civil Service in 1846. He was Secretary to Sir John Lawrence in
the Punjab, and eventually was appointed Chief Commissioner of the
Central Provinces, and the Political Resident at Hyderabad. He was
Foreign Secretary to the Governor-General, and Finance Minister of
India, from 1868 to 1874. In January, 1874, he was appointed to
superintend the relief operations in the famine-stricken districts of
Bengal. He became Lieutenant-Governor of Bengal in 1875; was created a
Baronet in August, 1876; and was appointed Governor of the Presidency of
Bombay in January, 1877, which office he held till March, 1880. He sits
for the Kingston Division of Surrey.

[Illustration: AGE 20.
_From a Painting._]

[Illustration: AGE 30.
_From a Photo. by Southwell Brothers, Baker Street, London._]

[Illustration: AGE 42.
_From a Photo. by Bourne & Shepherd._]

[Illustration: PRESENT DAY.
_From a Photo. by Elliott & Fry._]

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_A Terrible New Year's Eve._

BY KATHLEEN HUDDLESTON.

In a little Belgian village not many miles from Brussels the winter sun
shone brightly. It shone through the quaint old windows of a little,
red-tiled cottage, and on the figure of a girl who stood in the centre
of the kitchen reading a long, closely written letter. Over the blazing
fire, where the "pot au feu" was simmering, bent an old woman, and the
girl's voice came