鈥楳arch 31, 1865. 鈥楢 lady was here the other day, who has a curious taste for different creatures. She has had a slow-worm round her arm as a bracelet鈥攈as kept an oyster which seemed to know her鈥攁nd taught frogs to come out of the water at the sound of their names. One day, when she was quite young, she showed an old gentleman one of her dear snakes, coiled up. He thought it an imitation-one, and said something about good imitations,鈥攚hen the reptile began to hiss at him. Now it must be owned that "magnificent" was not quite the epithet that could justly be applied to Lord Seely's personal appearance. He was a small, delicately-made man, with a small, delicately-featured face, and sharp, restless dark eyes. His grey hair stood up in two tufts, one above each ear, and the top of his head was bald, shining, and yellowish, like old ivory. "Eh?" said he. "Oh! Mr.鈥攁鈥攁, how d'ye do?" Then he shook hands with Algernon, and courteously motioning him to resume his seat, threw himself into a chair by the hearth, opposite to his wife. He stretched out his short legs to their utmost possible length before him, and leant his head back wearily. TO MRS. HAMILTON. It's a wet, stormy night on the West Side; rain is pelting down without mercy, and the wind is whipping along the edge of the park like a tornado in a canyon. A taxi pulls up in front of the Century Building at 25 Central Park West, and at the same moment a man in uniform emerges from the building holding an umbrella to escort the woman passenger to safety. Anyone watching the scene would hardly guess that the doorman is 75 years old. But his age is not the only remarkable thing about George Singer. No; not proud. You misjudge me; but it is true that I dread, almost more than anything else, being deemed intrusive. 一道本不卡免费高清字幕在线,一道本无吗dⅤd不卡在线播放,一道本不卡高清专区 鈥楾he weather here has been chilly. None of the ladies have ventured out of the house since Saturday; but Charley has in vain longed for skating. Ice forms, then melts again. Dear Grandmamma keeps wonderfully free from cold; but then she remains in the house.鈥? 鈥楾his evening as Mera Bhatija has gone to Amritsar, I asked three of our lads to tea.... After tea I taught the lads 鈥淐ross Questions and Crooked Answers,鈥?and showed them my splendid bubbles and my chatelaine, which were greatly admired, and my photograph-book, a great treasure to me. But what gave perhaps more amusement than anything was the Beaconsfield handkerchief. I was so glad to get some photos at last.... My visits in the city were interesting. Dear B鈥攏鈥檚 troubles have re-opened his mother鈥檚 Zenana to me. She even paid me a visit here. I do not see any inclination in her to become a Christian, however; she says that I shall go to Heaven my way, and she hers. I suggested the disagreeableness of 840,000 transmigrations; but she did not seem troubled. Perhaps she hopes that she has passed through a few hundreds of millions already.鈥? Mention has been made of the Mission-tree,鈥攁 large banyan, in front of the Amritsar bungalow, where Miss Tucker had now spent so many months. The central trunk had received the name of Amritsar, and other slender trunks around, already rooted, had received the names of various out-stations, where occasional work had been begun, but where no Missionaries yet resided. One slender shoot was called after Batala. It had then just reached the ground, but was not firmly rooted. Now, in 1895, it is 鈥榓 thick, substantial trunk.鈥? The same curious diversity of opinion as to particular points of Miss Tucker鈥檚 character which was observable in her English life, is also observable in her Indian life. Here again are opposite opinions. One says, 鈥楽he was so peculiarly sympathetic!鈥?Another, with equally good opportunities for judging, says, 鈥楨xceedingly kind, but not sympathetic.鈥?One says, 鈥楽he was so well able to put herself into the place of another in trouble!鈥?Another says, 鈥楴o tact; the kindest intentions, but she did not always know how to manage.鈥?