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of the Great Redan at Schastopoly which the present owner took out himself, on gth Scp- tember, 1355, the day of the Illl ol the place. Handle this remnant of a scabbard thought- fully : it once belonged to a poor fellow in the Crimea—the remainder of it was driven by a shell splinter into his side. Examine this curious old blunderbuss, and listen to its story.

“1t comes from India,” said Dr. Russcll.

“A pile of arms were in to head- quarters at Lucknow to be “surrendered. 1 was examining this article, when Lord Clyde— who was standing by my side—asked @ “Is it loaded 2’

“No,” I answered, mmmediately pulling the trigger. But it was ! The charge tore up the ground at Lord Clyde’s feet, and his escape was miraculous. His anger was con- siderable. No wonder I did not know it was loaded, for the steel ramrod hopped up when I tried it, but the picce was fully charged wi 1th tdunaph wire cut into small pieces

The drawing-room contains objects of great interest. An autographed picture of the Princess of Wales fondhing a kitten rests on the mantel-board with other souvenirs. Just near the piano—which is covered with some fine Japanese tapestry - — 15 Meissonier’s

“1807.” 'This beautiful plateau and coffee set of Stvres was bought at Versailles m 1871, when the people were starving, for a trifle. A tiger’s skin—a trophy from India—Ilics in front of a shelf over which riscs a fine mirror. The

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knick - knacks are countless. This exquisite jade vase — once studded with rubies—was given to its pre- sent possessor by the Maharajah of Puttiala. Itisonc of manyherc. The medals, onc “in memoriam ”’ of the coronation of thc Czar at Moscow, 1856, and silver trinkets arc nunie- rous—an immensc “turnip ” watch, the property of a arcat-great- grand- father, was said to be 150 years old when hefirst had it

An 1dol from a Japanesc temple, and a chobdar of rare beauty, composed of various stones of different lengths, all with some mystic meaning, are here. A hundred photographs of cclebrities are set out on a

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screen near the door—Sir - Collingwood Dickson amongst them. “The Dbravest and coolest man I ever

knew,” said Dr. Russcll, “ He practically won the battle of Inkerman with his two cighteen- pounders.”

I'he portrait of Dr. Russcell’s second son— now Vice-Consul at the Dardanelles - reminds him to tell me that he is now the only survivor of the original party who went with Gordon up to Khartoum when he was first appointed GGovernor. GGordon made him Governor of I'arschodah—a bad place for a white man at present.

“1 can sce Gordon now,” Dr. Russcll said, quictly, “fighting in the trenches at Sebasto- pol. 1 can justrecall a very striking incident 1 heard one night. There was a sortie, and the Russians got into our parallel. T'he trench cuards were encouraged to drive them out by

Giordon, who stood on the parapet, in immi- nent danger of his life, prepared to meet death with nothing save his stick in his hand.

“‘Gordon—Gordon ! come down! you’ll be killed,” they crica. But he paid no heed to them.

A soldier said, mind being killed. Christians 7

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