India offers us two memorable names. John Lawrence, Henry's younger brother, was born on March 24th, 1811. One of the wisest of Indian administrators, he would have been great had the Mutiny never occurred. As it is, other achievements are forgotten in the promptitude and skill which marked his conduct then. He is buried in Westminster Abbey, and near him lies Sir James Outram, "the Bayard of India," who died on March 11th, 1863. [Illustration: BUST OF LORD LAWRENCE IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.] So much for men; now for organisations. On March 8th, 1698-99, was founded the Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge. On March 13th, 1701, the Lower House of Canterbury Convocation appointed the committee to "inquire into ways and means for promoting the Christian religion in our foreign plantations," which led to the founding of the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel. The British and Foreign Bible Society was founded on March 7th, 1804. On March 4th, 1824, at a meeting held at the London Tavern, under the presidency of Archbishop Manners-Sutton, "The Royal National Institution for the Preservation of Life from Ship-wreck" was launched. Its present title, the Royal National Lifeboat Institution, was adopted in 1854. [Illustration: (_Photo: Cassell and Co., Ltd._) BRITISH AND FOREIGN BIBLE SOCIETY'S PREMISES.] CHRISTABEL'S REBELLION. AN EPISODE. By E. S. Curry, Author of "The Twins," Etc. Nora was putting on her hat in her own room; Christopher, her little son, was being dressed in the nursery to accompany her; Christabel, his twin sister, was in her own pertinacious way arguing with her mother. The Twins, known as Punch and Judy, had reached the age of two. Each had a will, and a method of making it known--though in this respect Judy caused most perplexity to her young parents. She was now asserting it. "Me go too, mummie," in a decided tone, for the sixth time. "No, Judy--not this time. Your turn next," Nora said cheerfully. She did not like separating the twins, but one was as much as she could reasonably take to an afternoon tea party. They must learn some time to be divided, she thought sadly, after reflecting on the woes of the world. "Me s'all go, mummie," in beautifully clear accents, with a charming smile. "Shall you, dear? Yes, next time," Nora said, bending over the vivid little face, just the height of her dressing-table. "If we're not back when father comes in," she went on, suggesting solace, "will you take care of him, Judy, and love him?" "Yuv father," murmurously assented the baby, busy with a knot in her pink pinafore. "And don't take off your pinafore, Judy," said her mother. "Goin' out to tea," responded Judy. "Off!" releasing one little white serge shoulder from the enclosing cotton.