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MISCELLANEOUS. THE ACTOR'S REVENGE. One of our best known actors was one travelling in Switzerland. In the same compartment were a couple of pretty young ladies, who not only stared him out of countenance bat made him the topic of a running fire of whispered conversation very flattering, no doubt, to the great comedian, but in the long run this marked attention began to pall upon him, and he set himself to devise some method of creating a diversion. Just before Lausanne the train passed through a tunnel, and, under cover of the darkness, our actor imprinted a couple of audible kisses on the back of his left hand. When the train emerged into day- light the actor sat quietly and gravely as if nothing had happened, whilst the ladies first looked at each other and then, in whispered accents began to reproach one another with taking too great liberties with their travelling companion. Each, of course, blamed the other, and the pretty quarrel lasted until the train arrived in Lausanne. Before leaving the carriage the actor, hat in hand, turned to his fellow travellers and said- "Ladies, the extraordinary attention you paid to me during our journey makes me naturally anxious to know which of you it was that gave me such an ardent proof of her attachment as we passed through the tunnel." He did not wait for a reply, but left his fair admirers to settle the point between them sel ves.- Garten la ube. A NOVEL "SIGNALMAN." In the neighbourhood of Port Elizabeth one of the best known characters is a baboon. The history attaching to him is a curious and probably unique one. The signalman, his owner, was, through no fault of his own, run over by a passing train, and had to have both legs amputated, which would naturally have incapacitated him from work, but the idea struck him to secure a baboon and train it to do his work. This he has successfully accomplished, and for many years the one in question has regularly looked after the levers, and done the hard work of his afflicted master. The animal is possessed of extraordinary intelligence, and has never made a mistake. Of course the human servant works the tele- graphs, and the baboon the levers, according to instruction and, taking into consideration the fact that at the station in question, Nitenhage Junction, about twenty miles from Port Elizabeth, there is a large volume of traffic, the sagacity of the creature is really wonderful. At first passengers raised a strong protest against the employment of the animal, on the score of risk of accident, but the baboon has never failed during his many years of work, and on more than one occasion has acted in a manner simply astounding to those who never had personal experience of the intelligence of these brutes. One of his notewortoy performances was the correct switching of an announced special train on to its correct line in the absence of the signalman. The latter lives about a mile up the line, and the baboon pushes him out and home, morning and night, and is the sole companion of the legless master. THE SINGING VOICE. That the voice is affected by tobacco is proved by the testimony of singers on the one hand and by the experience of physicians on the other. A very large acquaintance with vocalists of all grades, extending now over a longer period of years than I care to think of, enables me to say that, while a few consider their voice as improved, the vast majority think it is more or less injured by smoking, says Dr Morrell Mackenzie. I attach far more importance to the testimony of the latter than to that of the former, as singers have frequently the most eccentric notions of what is good for the voice." As stout, mustard, and melted tallow candles have each been vaunted by distinguished artists as vocal elixirs of sovereign efficacy, it is not surprising that tobaeco should also have its ad- herents. The example of Mario, who smoked incessantly, is often cited as a proof of the utility-or, at any rate, the harmlessness-of the practice. It is obvious, however, that an exceptional singer is so by virtue of possessing an exceptional throat, and no rule for general use can be safely founded on such an instance. Balzac used to say of great men who were victims of the temper passion that there was not knowing how much greater they might have been if they had been free from what weakness. In the same way we may say of Mario. How much finer might even his voice have been withont his eternal cigar? It might at least have lasted longer than it did. DIPLOMATIC ETIQUETTE. Sir John Pender's ignorance of diplomatic etiquette caused the Ambassadors whom he invited to meet Mr Stanley at an evening party to absent themselves from his entertainment, which was a severe blow to him. An Ambassador, beinop the personal representative of his Sovereign, cannot be invited to meet anybody except a Royal personage, and he takes precedence of everybody, while, according to a ukase issued by the Queen about half-a-century ago, Ministers come behind Dukes and before Marquises. Early in the present reign there was a terrific fuss about the precedence of the Diplomatic Corps, as the late Duke of Sutherland foolishly protested against his havin" been made to walk into dinner at Buckingham Palace behind several Ambassadors, and the result was that, after conferences between Lords Palmers- ton, Conyngham, and Melbourne, and the Duchesses of Bedford and Sutherland and Lady Normanby, the present arrangement was made. Asking Ambassadors "to meet Mr Stanley" was even a worse blunder than the announcement made about twenty-five years ago by the Lord Chamberlain that on a certain day the Queen would hold a Court at Buckingham Palace, at which she would receive the Diplomatic Corps male and female." KINGS OF THE JUNGLE. Only about twenty miles north of Cape Comorin, the most southern point of India, live a very carious people known as the Kanikaras, or Kings of the Jungle." Hidden as they are among the fastnesses of the Southern Ghauts, very little is known of them, for they seldom venture down to the coast towns, and explorers have neglected them. They are one of the tribe of savages who live in a few parts of India, and who are nearly as wild as though they wandered in the jungles of Africa instead of dwelling in one of the most populous parts of the world. Mr George Cadell, while engaged in surveys for the Forest Department of India, recently had occasion to visit the Kings of the Jungle. They are a bumble sort of Kings and are compelled to be very carefal not to offend against the laws of caste, for they are regarded as the lowest of the low, and it is a part of their duty to keep at a very respect- ful distance from all the other people who inhabit the little native province where they live. They are not allowed, for instance, to approach within twenty paces of any of the shop-keeping or trading classes. When they wish to make a purchase they must deposit their money on a stump or a stone, and then retire until the money has been replaced by the article they have bargained for. Their abject position makes them very timid. They ran away into the jungle whenever they saw Mr Cadell coming, though he did not put on any airs like the Brahmins, who despise them. He found, however, an easy way to win their friendship. All he had to do was to hang a small tin of gun- powder at their door post, and as soon as the native saw it they were always certain that any one who made them so tine a present was their good friend. They would then invite him to the beilt entertain- ment they could provide and would build him a hat among branches of the trees; for these curious natives sleep ou platforms built in the fork of trees and over the platforms they rear grass roofs. They are thus out of reach of wild elephants, who are apt to be uncomfortably inquisitive in the night time. I The Kanikaras are great hunters, and their weapons are commonly bows and arrows, though some of them have very poor matchlocks. All elephants are the property of the Maharajah of the Travancore province, where they live, and the Kings of the Jungle are required to help to hunt the elephant when bis Highness want3 a little ivory. They are alto required to furnish wax for some of the temples, but render no other sorvice to the State. They wear nothing but a narrow loin cloth and a few ornaments, and bead necklaces and leaden earings are the most conspicuous articles of women's dress. A very curious fact about them is that they have the decimal system of enumeration, though they can count only to ten. They have pebbles each of which represents ten units, and if the articles they wish to count are represented, for instance, by three pebbles, it means that the articles number three tend, or thirty units. Living within a few miles of civilization and big towns, these primitive savages still make a fire by revolving a stick of hard wood in the hollow of a dry bamboo. The bamboo, by the way, serves to indicate the age of a kanikara. Any man who has seen a bamboo blossom three times is regarded as a very venerable person. AN ADVENTURE WITH WOLVES IN CANADA. It was in the winter of '73 that I had an experience which left an impression upon me that stayed with me for a long time. I was engaged in lumbering operations in what is known as the Madawasku country, the Madawasku being one of the large tributaries of the Ottawa. We had a large chantier, as it is called by the French Canadian lumbermen, or shanty, as the English- speaking men call it. In this chantier we had about sixty men, who were engaged in the different operations of felling the pine trees and making them into square timber, cutting roads and hauling the timber to the bank of the river, whence it would be floated down to the Ottawa on top of the spring freshets when the snow is melting in the woods. After their hard days work in the woods, the men used to return to the chantier, have a supper which would astonish some of the dwellers in cities, grind their axes, and do other odd jobs, and then turn in. They slept in bunks, of which there were two tiers ranged aronnd the sides of the chantier, the place being kept warm and lighted by a huge fire of logs which blazed in the centre, and the smoke from which was supposed to escape through the great square hole in the roof; but it didn't always do so. My work was principally that of exploration. I had to find were the best timber stood, and to blaze roads by which to get it out. I would often be away in the woods for two or three days at a time, walking all day, and sleeping alongside a fire wherever night overtook me, my food being pork and bread, and my only beverage tea, which I made in a small tin pail that I carried. I some- times had a man with me, but often went alone. The country was full of wolves, but as there were a good many deer for them to prey upon, they were never very hungry, and we did not bother about them much, but I have seen a man come into the chantier pale as death, and panting for breath, and swearing, as soon as he found enough to speak with, that he had been chased by a pack; but I used to think he might have heard a few of the devils who were running a deer giving tongue, and fancied they were after him, and, as I said before, we did not bother about them very much. Still, I have lain awake on my bed of fir boughs alongside my fire, and listened to their howling, which is most hideous, and experienced sensations which were far from being pleasant. My faithful dog Carlos, who always accompanied me except when thejsnow was too deep for him to.travel, and when I had to go on snow shoes, used, when he heard them, to moan bitterly and cuddle up close to me as though he thought I could help him out of the difficulty if he should be attacked. I do not seem to remember where we bad been, Carlos and I, on the day of our adventure, but we seem to have been returning after nightfall to the chantier. It was one of those wonderful moonlight nights which we get in Canada in winter, when the moon, because of the mantle of snow with which the ground is covered, appears to shine more brightly than anywhere else; and when the air is s) calm and still that you can hear the slightest s )und a long way off, when the temperature is so low that the trees are splitting with frost, and you can hear them ciacking in all directions. The lakes and some of the streams were frozen over, but the snow was not deep. We were crossing a large open space called a muskeg, when I suddenly found that we were pursued. The howling, shrieking devils were after us in enormous numbers. The muskeg was about a mile across, a dead level, with no trees; nothingibehind, which to fight, and nothing up which I could climb in order to escape. There was nothing for it but to make as good a running fight as possible. To my excited imagination there seemed to be millions of the brutes. They appeared to fly. Poor old Carlos seemed to know the danger, and stuck so close to me that he nearly tripped me up. I ran as I bad never run before. Oh, if I could only reach the trees on the opposite side. If I could only keep the cowardly brutes at bay until then, 1 could easily swing myself into a tree and take Carlos with me; but, fast as I ran, they were closing upon us. Then, when I knew I must stop running and fight, I wheeled about, and for an instant faced the snapping, snarling multitude. It was only then that I fully realised the awful position I was in. In an instant I seemed to realise what it must be to feel those fangs, which I then saw so plainly, tearing my flesh while I still lived. What should I do ? Should I empty four barrels of my revolver amongst them, and use the last on myself. Better to die instantly than suffer the awful agony of been torn to pieces, but the first bullet from my revolver stretched his assailant in the snow another sprang at me, and met the same fate. This created a diversion; their companions, tasting blood, lost no time in attacking and devouring the two who had fallen. Once more I was flying for the timber. I knew there was a creak between me and it that was not jet frozen over. If I could get across it I might yet be saved; but it was a good long way off, and the brutes were after me again. Having tasted blood they were more dangerous than ever. When they got too close I wheeled again and killed two more. Once more I seemed to fly, and once more they came on, apparently in greater numbers than ever. It was as though all the tribe for miles around, hearing the chase and scenting blood, had gathered for the feast. Alas! I had only one shot left. I could not reload. What should I do with it? Should I suffer the merciless brutes to tear me to pieces while I still lived? Should I? No! I would fight it oat to the bitter end, and die fighting. One large brute was in advance of the others. I gave him my last shot, and while the formost of his companions were fighting over his carcase, I was again flying. The creek was in sight. If I could only reach it and make .one grand jump, flying as I was then, the width of the creek would be nothing to me; I could take it at a bound but my pursuers were closing on me. I remembered to have heard somewhere that these creatures were afraid of the sound of the human voice. If I could only keep them off until I jumped the creek. Suddenly stopping I gave one awful yell. The like of it never was heard before. They stop, and, most extraordinary thing, I hear peals of laughter. Where does it come from ? However, I mlist not stop to think. This is my only chance. Now for the jump. One grand spring and I shall be safe with the water between me and my pursuers. I make the spring and land, where do you think ? In the middle of the floor of the chantier, and find all the men in a state of the wildest excitement. My shouts had aroused them from their slumbers, and when I jumped out of bed in that manner they thought I must be possessed. I suppose a too hearty supper, aided by some tales the men had been telling, had given me my bad dream. A FACE-DOCTOR. NOBODY can travel long in America without noticing the sign-plates of many curious ocou- pations. Artificial ear-makers, nose-restorers, leg- stretchers, sermon-writers, prayer-makers, child- adopters, salad-mixers, lamp attendants, are among the various businesses brought to notice, during a walk, by burnished brass signs on door posts or bold lettering across the fronts of houses. The artificial ear, nose, and cheek restorers came into existence shortly after the close of the Civil War. The disfiguring wounds cf many soldiers taxed the ingenuity of the medical profession, and it was not long before advertisements in the public papers announced that Doctor So-and-So was able to repair all ravages by sword and shot of a reasonable nature. Many an old soldier with his nose shot away by a bullet, or cleft in half by a sword, willingly welcome these announcements, and it is said that in the first few years after the war the spectacle of a man with a wax nose attached to a pair of green eye-glasses was so common that it was hardly noticed. In the present day, however, so great has been the advance in the art of restoring mishaps to nature that a man's nose can be duplicated with- out the artificial attachment to his faoe being detected except on the closest scrutiny. Soldiers are not the only people who go to the feature restorers for help when disfigured. Thin women succeed in having made cunningly-contrived pads for their cheeks, and persons with hare lips some- times have the whole of the lip cut away and a false one substituted. Ear-makers confine them- selves to their own speciality Ears are frequently lost in America, sometimes in war or by accidont, and often in personal fisti- cuffs, for there is nothing your American enjoys more than a good chew at the ear of an antagonist, not to speak of the chance to slash it off with a bowie knife or a razor. Ears are also frequently lost through frost bite. The restorer models them cleverly out of plaster of Paris, taking the remain- ing ear as a copy, then makes them from a com- postion of wax, indiarubber, and a peculiar sort of gum, and affixes them by rubber suction to the side of the head. THE TRIAL OF THE PYX. In a few weeks' time Mr Goscben (with others, his colleagues ) will be delivered in custody, and tried by the.jury of his fellow countrymen. As we have no desire to kindle false hopes amongst his opponents, or to cause anxiety to his friends, by the supposition that we are predicting the fall of the Chancellor of the Fxchequer, we hasten to add that it is in his capacity as Master and Worker of the Mint that he becomes liable, in annual course, to the judicial proceeding known as the trial of the pyx. The pyx," which is only the Greek for box," is the term applied in ecclesiastical circles to the sacred casket for the reception of the Conse- crated Host, but in the Mint language it signifies a certain iron safe into which specimen pieces from each batch of gold and silver coinage are placed. On a set day the Lord Chancellor summons a jury of goldsmiths—the pratice for over two centuries being to take them from free men of the Goldsmiths, Company-and charges them with the assay of the pieces in the pyx, the following oath being administered to them :You shall well and truly, after your knowledge and discretion, make the assays of these moneys of gold and silver, and truly report if the said moneys be in weight and fineness according to the standard weights for weighing and testing the coins of the realm, and the standard trial plates of gold and silver used for determining the justness of the gold and silver coinage of the realm in the custody of Board of Trade." Pending the result of the assay all the officers of the Mint are ordered into custody, but it is satisfactory to add that since 1290 no precedent exists for their punisbment-though how the juries of Second James's reign could have passed his debased coinage is passing strange and as some compensation for their tempory deprivaton of liberty, and in acknowledgment of the honour paid the guild in the selection of the jury, the Goldsmiths' Company usually invite all concerned to a banquet in the evening.

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