"A Boylston (Massachusetts) farm labourer is said to havt bees
identified as one of the heirs to a £400,000 estate at Dundte, for whom
starches have betn made for years, but nothing is known at Dundee of
such an estate."--_Daily Paper._

But this lucid paragraph should help to clear up the mystery.

* * * * *

AMONG THE PEDESTALS.

The rumour that a number of London's statues are to be moved to make room
for new has caused many a marble heart to beat faster; and on making a
round of calls I gathered that Sir ALFRED MOND has few friends in stone or
bronze circles. Not the least uneasy is George IV. in Trafalgar Square.
Uneasiness of body he has always known, riding there for ever without any
stirrups; but now his mind is uneasy too. "If they take Father from
Cockspur Street," he argued very naturally, "why not me?"

A few of the figures feel secure, of course, but very few. Nelson on his
column has no fears; Nurse Cavell is too recent to tremble; so is Abraham
Lincoln. But the others? They are in a state of nervous suspense, wondering
if the sentence of banishment is to fall and resenting any disturbance of
their lives. "_J'y suis, j'y reste_" is their motto.

Abraham Lincoln gave me a hearty welcome and extended an invitation that is
not within the power of any other graven image in the city. "Take a chair,"
he said.

I did so and am thus, I suppose, the first Londoner to put that comfortable