Hospital; and yet, strange to say, the town possesses no memorial
of him. Others, who have done comparatively little for the place,
have their portraits in the Corporation Gallery; yet Sands Cox
is unrepresented. Surely the time has arrived when this should be
remedied; surely, now that the grave has closed over his remains, the
irritation and ill-feeling created by his somewhat imperious will
and dogmatic manner, should be forgiven and forgotten, and only
his self-denying devotion to the good of his native town should
be remembered. Surely it is not too late to see that some fitting
memorial of the man, and his work, should show to posterity that his
contemporaries, and their immediate successors, were not unmindful
of, nor ungrateful for, the great and noble work he was privileged to
accomplish.

GEORGE EDMONDS.

In the early part of the present century, a house, which is still
standing, in Kenion Street, was occupied by a Dissenting Minister, who
had two sons. One of these sons, fifty years afterwards, told the
following story:

"When I was a boy, I was going one evening up Constitution Hill. On
the left-hand side, at that time, there was a raised footpath,
protected by railings, similar to the one which now exists at
Hockley Hill. I was on the elevated part, and heard some one running
behind me. Upon turning, I found a soldier, out of breath, and so
exhausted that he sank to the ground at my feet. He implored me not
to give information, and asked me for protection, telling me that he
had been sentenced, for some neglect of duty, to receive a large
number of lashes, at certain intervals, of which he had already been
indulged with one instalment. Having been thought incapable of
moving, he had not been very closely watched, and he had just
escaped from the barracks, having run all the way to the spot on
which he had fallen. I took him home, and told my father, who was
greatly alarmed; but he fed him, and sent him to bed. The next
morning I dressed myself in the soldier's clothes, and danced before
my father, as he lay in bed. He was angry and alarmed, particularly
as, on looking out of the window, we saw a non-commissioned officer
of the same regiment standing opposite, apparently watching the
house. Nothing came of that; but the difficulty was, what to do with
the man. At night, however, we dressed him in some of my clothes,