A few tiny biscuit-sandwiches, with bovril instead of meat, is a splendid pick-me-up. Weakly girls perspire a good deal when riding, and this may prove a source of great danger if they dismount anywhere and stand in a draught. On returning, if the underclothing be damp, it ought to be changed, and it is just then that a cup of good tea or coffee proves so refreshing. I have nothing to say regarding dress except this, that tight lacing is dangerous. Only the lightest and easiest of clothing should be worn and nothing heavy. Wool should always be preferred to cotton. On the whole, and from all I have seen, I think the rational cycling dress has yet to be invented. It might be most graceful and becoming, as well as healthy, and I’m sure it would save many a life. In conclusion, remember that our mutual friend the bike may be either a friend or a foe. It can kill as well as cure. The evil effects of hard riding are seldom felt at the time, but they may produce the bicycle heart, to say nothing of the bicycle face and a ruined complexion. DOUBLE ACROSTIC I. How much the first the second doth excel. The student of the Bible knows full well. 1. Seek me through desert sands, ’mid treeless waste, And let the traveller cooling water taste. 2. For miles when tracked the river’s rippling light, Through willowy meads, past many a wooded height, Opens this lake’s calm beauty to the sight. 3. What is this light illuminating night? So clear, so perfect, so intense, so white. 4. Here sit the conquering lords, and here receive Their subjects’ homage or their woes relieve; And here assemble, for affairs of State, The dusky, jewelled chiefs in high debate. 5. A secret Brotherhood in virtue’s cause, Ruled by morality and reason’s laws; Yet governments are often most unjust, And ours looked on our meetings with distrust. The air was full of revolution’s fire, Men’s hearts were trembling with forebodings dire, And, from a terror deep but unconfessed, Our Brotherhood by edict was suppressed. 6. A stormy reign was mine; my father’s hand Gathered the strife-rent kingdoms of the land And held the reins; these cares devolved on me, While, in addition, from beyond the sea Adventurers came in swarms to claim my right, And many a furious battle did we fight. Little am I remembered now! My fame (If any) centres in my son’s high name, Who, student, warrior, legislator, rose Supreme o’er native chiefs and foreign foes. Peace shed her blessings where his footsteps came, And still his country cherishes his name. 7. An old French town, once fortified, whose name Looks very English, and it sounds the same; Before its walls in war, so histories tell, The wealthiest reigning prince in Europe fell.