convinced, admits of no radical cure. For the rest,
his range of patients has notably expanded; and under his sage care
his patients unquestionably live as long--as Providence pleases. No
allopathist can say more.

The death of poor John Burley found due place in the obituary of
"literary men." Admirers, unknown before, came forward and subscribed
for a handsome monument to his memory in Kensall Green. They would have
subscribed for the relief of his widow and children, if he had left
any. Writers in magazines thrived for some months on collections of his
humorous sayings, anecdotes of his eccentricities, and specimens of
the eloquence that had lightened through the tobacco-reek of tavern
and club-room. Leonard ultimately made a selection from his scattered
writings which found place in standard libraries, though their subjects
were either of too fugitive an interest, or treated in too capricious
a manner, to do more than indicate the value of the ore, had it been
purified from its dross and subjected to the art of the mint. These
specimens could not maintain their circulation as the coined money of
Thought, but they were hoarded by collectors as rare curiosities. Alas,
poor Burley!

The Pompleys sustained a pecuniary loss by the crash of a railway
company, in which the colonel had been induced to take several shares
by one of his wife's most boasted "connections," whose estate the said
railway proposed to traverse, on paying L400 an acre, in that golden age
when railway companies respected the rights of property. The colonel was
no longer able, in his own country, to make both ends meet at Christmas.
He is now straining hard to achieve that feat in Boulogne, and has in
the process grown so red in the face, that those who meet him in his
morning walk on the pier, bargaining for fish, shake their heads and
say, "Old Pompley will go off in a fit of apoplexy; a great loss to
society; genteel people the Pompleys! and very highly 'connected.'"

The vacancy created in the borough of Lansmere by Audley Egerton's
death was filled up by our old acquaintance, Haveril Dashmore, who had
unsuccessfully contested that seat on Egerton's first election. The
naval officer was now an admiral, and perfectly reconciled to the
Constitution, with all its alloy of aristocracy.

Dick Avenel did not retire from parliament so soon as he had
anticipated. He was not able to persuade Leonard, whose brief fever of
political ambition was now quen