n year by year
enlarging and embellishing it.

According to long-laid plans he was to have spent the Easter recess in
his French retreat. Almost at the last moment duty called him elsewhere,
and, as was his wont, he uncomplainingly obeyed. But he insisted that
two old friends, whom he had bidden to keep Easter tryst with him,
should not alter their plans. So the chalet, with its dainty
appointments and its domestic establishment after the Duke's own
heart--a French peasant and his wife, who acted as butler and cook--was
placed at their disposal, he bestowing infinite pains upon arrangements
for their comfort whilst under his roof.

[Illustration: "It was hardly a tactful way of trying to convert him to
the movement to place a bomb under his throne at St. Paul's."--_The
Bishop of London in the Debate on Lord Selborne's Bill for Female
Enfranchisement._]

This little episode, the most recent in a busy life, is a typical
instance of his unselfishness and untiring thought for others.

A scholar of wide reading, a man of shrewd judgment, and, as his
government of Canada disclosed, a statesman of high degree, he might
have filled a part in public affairs at least as lofty as that commanded
by his distinguished father. Debarred from such career he was content to
live up to the highest standard of Christian conduct. If a line of
commentary might be added to the inscription on the coffin which
to-morrow journeys northward to lie beside those of the ten Dukes of
Argyll at rest in the burial-place of the Campbells at Kilmun, here it
is written in one of the oldest of Books: "He went about doing good."

_Business done._--Commons resume debate on Budget.

* * * * *

FLORAL DANGERS.

Dear, I do not send you flowers,
Though I notice day by day
That, 'neath Spring's recurring powers,
All the shops are perfect bowers
With the floral wealth of May;
I could get you quite a heap,
Fresh and reasonably cheap.

Here is many a fragrant rose
Mingling with the scented pea,
Hyacinths whose odour flows
Fondly to the grateful nose,
These, and many more, there be;
You should have them like a shot,
But I think you'd bettor not.

Science 'tis that bids me pause;
'Tis by her the tale is told
That, by Nature's mystic laws,
Blossoms are a frequent cause
Of a lady catching cold;
Their aroma, so she says,
Irritates the passages.

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