But this man spurned not Peace in fear, nor shook In his allegiance to her; but would brook The fierce revilings of her angry foes Rather than face her with unfriendly look. "Otus and Ephialtes held the chain"[1] That bound the mighty Mars. So through his reign He helped to hold the god in "fetters bound," The fierce false god who raged and roared in vain. So Peace beside his bed chief mourner stands, The Great White TSAR late lord of limitless lands,-- And on that broad brave breast, now still in death, Lays her own olive-branch with reverent hands. [1] Iliad, B. V., 478. * * * * * WHAT HIS LORDSHIP MUST HAVE SAID.--A juryman in a recent case objected to a private soldier, who is a public servant, being described as "one of the lower classes." The LORD CHIEF JUSTICE explained that the witness had said "rough classes," not "lower," adding his dictum that "patent leather boots do not make a man first class." This remark was _à propos de bottes_; and what the Chief meant to say was evidently that "patent leather boots were not to be considered as a patent of nobility." When FRANK LOCKWOOD, Q.C., M.P., Attorney-General, heard of it, he wept as for another good chance gone for ever. * * * * * CAUGHT PUNNING.--In some of the theatrical items for the week we see it announced that a certain playwright is at work on a comic opera which has for its subject _Manon Lescaut_. "If it is to be a travestie," observed "W. A.," the World's Archer, who makes a shot at a pun whenever the chance is given him, "then its title should of course be '_Manon Bur-Lescaut_.'" * * * * * "REFORM IN CONVEYANCING."--Certainly, a reform much needed. Let us have some new Hansoms which are not "bone-shakers" and whose windows will not act as so many guillotines. Some improved growlers (they have been a bit better recently), drawn by less dilapidated horses, would be a welcome addition. * * * * * [Illustration: THE CHIEF MOURNER "----PAST TO WHERE BEYOND THESE VOICES THERE IS PEACE."--TENNYSON.] * * * * * THE DECADENT GUYS. (_A Colour-Study in Green Carnations._) They were sitting close together in their characteristic attitudes; the knees slightly limp, and the arms hanging loosely by their sides; Lord RAGGIE TATTERSALL in the peculiar kind of portable chair he most affected; FUSTIAN FLITTERS in a luxurious sort of handbarrow. The lemon-tinted November light of a back street in a London slum floated lovingly on their collapsed forms, and on the great mass of weary cabbage-stalks that lay dreaming themselves daintily to death in the gutter at their feet.