May 1.

E would unburden himself by the hour on the glorious future that awaited the combined arms of

HR

England and Russia when their hearts and their territories should run side by side, and the great mission of civilizing Asia should begin. That was unsatisfactory, because Asia is not going to be civilized after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia, and she is too old. You cannot reform a lady of many lovers, and Asia has been insatiable in her flirtations aforetime. She will never attend Sunday-school, or learn to vote save with swords for tickets. The Man Who Was.

May 2.

"I

WONDER what will happen to me now," thought Black Sheep, when the semi-pagan rites, peculiar to the burial of the dead in middle-class houses, had been accomplished, and Aunty Rosa, awful in black crape, had returned to this life. Baa, Baa, Black Sheep.

May 3.

HAT quaint, crooked, sweet, profoundly irresponsible

THAT

and profoundly lovable race that fight like fiends, argue like children, reason like women, obey like men, and jest like their own goblins of the wrath through rebellion, loyalty, want, woe, or war.

The Mutiny of the Mavericks.

May 4.

"IN

'N barricks or out of it, as you say, Sorr, an Oirish rig’mint is the divil an' more. 'Tis' only fit for a young man wid eddicated fisteses. Oh, the crame av disruption is an Oirish rig'mint, an' rippin', tearin' ragin' scattherers in the field av war! My first rig'mint was Oirish-Faynians an' rebils to the heart av their marrow was they, an' so they fought for the Widdy betther than most, bein' contrairy Oirish. They was the Black Tyrone. You've heard av thim, Sorr?" With the Main Guard.

CAPT

May 5.

NAPT. G. — On my soul and honor, Jack, She's the sweetest little angel that ever came down from the sky. There is n't a woman on earth fit to speak to Her ! CAPT. M. (Aside.) And this is old Gaddy! (Aloud.) Go on if it relieves you.

EKASE I'm turned durin' the Quane's pleasure to a

"BEKASE

aa

lump av wood, lookin' out straight forninst me, wid candelabbrum in my hand, for you to pick your cards out av, must I not see nor feel? Av coorse I du! Up my back, an' in my boots, an' in the short hair av the neck that's where I kape my eyes whin I'm on duty an' the reg'lar wans are fixed.” The God from the Machine.

THE

May 7.

HE many hours that she could spare from the ordering of her small house she devoted to what she called

the home training of Dick Heldar. Her religion, manufactured in the main by her own intelligence and an ardent study of the Scriptures, was an aid to her in this matter. At such times as she herself was not personally displeased with Dick, she left him to understand that he had a heavy account to settle with his Creator; wherefore Dick learned to loathe his God as intensely as he loathed Mrs. Jennett; and this is not a wholesome frame of mind for the young. The Light that Failed.

May 8.

UST send in your Chief and surrender it's worse if you fights or you runs :

JUST

You may hide in the caves, they'll be only your graves, but you don't get away from the guns!

May 9.

Screw Guns.

RS. G.

MR

- (Her head on his shoulder.) My husband, you've married a little goose.

CAPT. G.(Very tenderly.) Have I? I am content whatever she is, so long as she is mine.

MRS. G.(Quickly.) Because she is yours, or because she is me mineself?

CAPT. G. Because she is both.

(Piteously.) I'm not

clever, dear, and I don't think I can make myself understood properly.

May 10.

MULVANEY had taught personal cleanliness and effi

ciency as the first articles of his companions' creed. "A dhirty man," he was used to say, in the speech of his kind, "goes to clink for a weakness in the knees, an' is coort-martialed for a pair av socks missin'; but a clane man, such as is an ornament to his service. a man whose buttons are gold, whose coat is wax upon him, an' whose 'couterments are widout a speck that man may, spakin' in reason, do fwhat he likes, an' dhrink from day to divil. That's the pride av bein' dacint."

The Incarnation of Krishna Mulvaney.

May 11.

HEN shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine

WH

The guns o' the enemy wheel into line,

Shoot low at the limbers and don't mind the shine,
For noise never startles the soldier.

The Young British Soldier.

May 12.

UICIDE is shirking your work. If I was a Job ten

"SUICIDE

times over, I should be so interested in what was

going to happen next that I'd stay on and watch.”

"Ah! I've lost that curiosity," said Hummil. "Liver out of order?" said Lowndes, feelingly. "No. Can't sleep. That's worse.

At the End of the Passage.

May 13.

“You belong to me," said Dick, “for ever and ever. "I know I do. It's very nice." She squeezed his arm. The kindly darkness hid them both, and, emboldened because he could only just see the profile of Maisie's cheek with the long lashes veiling the gray eyes, Dick at the front door delivered himself of the words he had been boggling over for the last two hours.

"And I love you, Maisie," he said, in a whisper that seemed to him to ring across the world, the world that he would to-morrow or the next day set out and conquer. The Light that Failed.

A

May 14.

FOOL there was and his goods he spent
(Even as you and I !),

Honor and faith and a sure intent

(And it was n't the least what the lady meant),
But a fool must follow his natural bent

(Even as you and I!).

Oh, the toil we lost, and the spoil we lost,
And the excellent things we planned

Belong to the woman who didn't know why

(And now we know that she never knew why)
And did not understand.

The Vampire.

May 15.

IF

F we make light of our work by using it for our own ends, our work will make light of us, and, as we 're the weaker, we 'll suffer. The Light that Failed.