annum; that is, a railway of thirty miles long paid him fifteen pounds a
year for a license to print its own tickets by his apparatus; and a
railway of sixty miles long paid him thirty pounds, and so on. As his
profits began to come in, he began to spend them; and it is not the least
interesting part of his history to see how. It has been told that he was
a bankrupt early in life. The very first use he made of his money was to
pay every shilling that he ever owed. Ho was forty-six when he took that
walk in the field in Northumberland. He was fifty-eight when he died, on
the twenty-second of June last year."

TAKEN ABACK.

Four young cavalry officers, travelling by rail, from Boulogne to Paris,
were joined at Amiens by a quiet, elderly gentleman, who shortly
requested that a little of one window might be opened--a not unreasonable
demand, as both were shut, and all four gentlemen were smoking. But it
was refused, and again refused on being preferred a second time, very
civilly; whereupon the elderly gentleman put his umbrella through the
glass. "Shall we stand the impertinence of this bourgeois?" said the
officers to one another. "Never." And they thrust four cards into his
hand, which he received methodically, and looked carefully at all four;
producing his own, one of which he tendered to each officer with a bow.
Imagine their feelings when they read on each--"Marshal Randon, Ministre
de Guerre."

FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH.

The engineer of a train near Montreal saw a large dog on the track. He
was barking furiously. The engineer blew the whistle at him, but he did
not stir, and crouching low, he was struck by the locomotive and killed.
There was a bit of white muslin on the locomotive, and it attracted the
attention of the engineer, who stopped the train and went back. There
lay the dead dog, and a dead child, which had wandered upon the track and
gone to sleep. The dog had given his signal to stop the train, and had
died at his post.

NARROW ESCAPES FROM BEING LYNCHED.

A writer in _All the Year Round_, observes:--"A dreadful accident down in
'Illonoy,' had particularly struck me as a warning; for there, while the
shattered bodies were still being drawn from under the piles of shivered
carriages, the driver on being expostulated with, had replied:

'I suppose this ain't the first railway accident by long chalks!'

Upon which the indignant passengers were with difficulty prevent