way to St. Paul's, and the joy bells of thanksgiving carried my memory back to the eve of my first publication, when another Prince of Wales going into the City stopped at the door of the Rose, near Temple Bar, to drink a toast to the success of the war against Spain. The peaceful demonstration of Thanksgiving Day is more to my taste than the warlike jangle of bells and bugles in 1739. I am quite content to be a labourer in the modern field; my only hope is that my friends of 1872 may be as contented with the result of my work as their forefathers were "when George the Third was King." SYLVANUS URBAN. CONTENTS. America v. England. By JOHN BAKER HOPKINS Army Organisation, Prospects of. By S. P. A. L. 185 431 Art in Fairyland. Venice, Sketched from a Gondola. By CHARLES KENT 402 345. Barristers. Their Function, and Use and Abuse. By J. HAIN FRISWELL 284 Christmas in the Canadian Bush, A; or, My First Moose 203 81 Comic Writers of England, On the. By CHArles Cowden Clarke :— Croquet, The Year's. By "Cavendish " Curiosities of Life Assurance. By WALTER SAVILLE Etretat, At (Autumn 1871). By ROBERT STEGGall Lightning before Death, The. By J. CRICHTON BROWNE, M.D., F.R.S.E., Mount Etna (Virgil's Æneid). By T. H. L. LEARY, D.C.L. D.C.L. 686 Naval Administration 230 Night Scene in the Fourth Book of the Eneid, The. By T. H. L. LEARY, D.C.L. . 250 XIII. Mr. Montague and the "Jeunes Premiers " XIV. Comedy and Comedy Actresses XV.-Comedy and Comedy Actresses Possibilities of a Cometary Collision. By JAMES CARPENTER I. Introduces the Hero and other Persons, Matters, and Things VI.-Woman's Mission is Marriage VII.-Illustrates the Old Proverb about a Friend in Need 748 423 105 Table Talk. By Sylvanus Urban, Gentleman. 123, 251, 372, 498, 626, Tennyson and the "Quarterly Review." By T. H. L. LEARY, D.C.L. Terrier, Leaves from the Autobiography of a Small :- IX.-The Major's Battle and his Shop X.-The Whirligigs of Time, and What they Do . THE GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE JANUARY, 1872. SATANELLA. A STORY OF PUNCHESTOWN. BY G. J. WHYTE MELVILLE, AUTHOR OF "THE GLADIATORS," &c. CHAPTER I. THE BLACK MARE. HE'LL make a chaser anny-how!" The speaker was a rough-looking man in a frieze coat, with wide mouth, short nose, and grey, honest Irish eyes, that twinkled with humour on occasions, though clouded for the present by disappointment, not to say disgust, and with some reason. In his hand he held a broken strap, with broad and dingy buckle; at his feet, detached from shafts and wheels, lay the body of an ungainly vehicle, neither gig, dog-cart, nor outside car, but something of each, battered and splintered in a dozen places, while "fore-aninst" him, as he called it, winced and fretted a young black mare, snorting, trembling, fractious, and terrified, with ears laid back, tail tucked down to her strong cowering quarters, and an obvious determination on the slightest alarm to kick herself clear of everything once more. At her head stood a ragged urchin of fourteen; although her eyes showed wild and red above the shabby blinkers, she rubbed her nose against the lad's waistcoat, and seemed to consider him the only friend she had left in the world, "Get on her back, Patsy," said the man. "Faix, she's a welllepped wan, an' we'll take a hate out of her at Punchestown with the blessin' -Augh! See now, here's the young Captain! Ye're welcome, Captain! It's meself was proud when I seen how ye cleaned them out last week on 'Garryowen.' Ye'll come in, and welcome, Captain. Go on in front now, and I'll show you the way !" VOL. VIII., N.S. 1872. B |