NEWMAN, farewell! Myriads whose spirits spurn The limitations thou didst love so well, Who never knew the shades of Oriel, Or felt their quickened spirits pulse and burn Beneath that eye's regard, that voice's spell,-- Myriads, world-scattered and creed-sundered, turn In thought to that hushed chamber's chastened gloom. In all great hearts there is abundant room For memories of greatness, and high pride In what sects cannot kill nor seas divide. The Light hath led thee, on through honoured days And lengthened, through wild gusts of blame and praise, Through doubt, and severing change, and poignant pain, Warfare that strains the breast and racks the brain, At last to haven! Now no English heart Will willingly forego unfeigned part In honouring thee, true master of our tongue, On whose word, writ or spoken, ever hung All English ears which knew that tongue's best charm. Not as great Cardinal such hearts most warm To one above all office and all state, Serenely wise, magnanimously great; Not as the pride of Oriel, or the star Of this host or of that in creed's hot war, But as the noble spirit, stately, sweet, Ardent for good without fanatic heat, Gentle of soul, though greatly militant, Saintly, yet with no touch of cloistral cant; Him England honours, and so bends to-day In reverent grief o'er NEWMAN's glorious clay. * * * * * FEE VERY SIMPLE. "In a recent case of brigandage, people of all sorts and classes were implicated, while one of the leading barristers was imprisoned on suspicion."--_Report of Consul Stigano, of Palermo._ SCENE--_Chambers of Mr. E.S. TOPPEL, Q.C., in the Inner Temple. Mr. TOPPEL discovered in consultation with a Chancery Barrister, two Starving Juniors, and sixteen Masked Ruffians armed to the teeth._