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of its life. That was twenty-one years ago. Bill was six years old at the time. For twentyone years he has enjoyed every luxury, has been the pet of children in the neighborhood, and honored by visitors from all parts of the world. A few days ago Bill was called to that place where all good donkeys go, and it was the receipt of this news that caused Goetz to announce that he would erect a monument to the memory of the famous animal. Peers. —■ The Hon. Joseph Chamberlain is fond of relating an incident that occurred while he and Lord Rosebery were returning from the theater one night. While crossing the street they were accosted by a ragged boy who, after sweeping the mud from their path, asked for alms. Lord Rosebery was about to give the boy a coin when an idea struck him. " My boy," said Rosebery, " if you will hit that policeman a swat on the back with your muddy broom I will give you ten shillings." Prompt to the word the boy crept in back of the officer and raising his broom struck him in the back, then turned and ran, but to the dismay of Rosebery the officer caught the boy after a chase of a few yards. Not wanting to leave the boy in a fix Rose bery tried to fix things up with the officer, but the worthy gentleman would not listen, and took them all three up to the station. They were taken before the judge of the
station, and after surveying them through his glasses he took down a book and turning to Chamberlain asked his name. " Hon. Joseph Chamberlain," was the reply, and the judge smiled. Rosebery responded also with his full title, "Lord Rosebery." The boy was next, and stepping to the front he drew himself up to his full height and waited for the usual question, " Your name?" "My name? " said the boy. " Well, judge, I'm not the kind as what goes back on me pals, I'm the 'Duki of Wellington'." The Law's Delay. — " A young limb of the law defended an old convict on the charge of burglary. The rules of the court (it was in Massachusetts) allowed each side an hour in which to address the jury. "The young lawyer, just before his turn came, consulted a veteran member of the bar who was in the court room. "' How much time do you think I should take in addressing the jury? ' he asked. "' You ought to take the full hour.' "' The full hour. Why, I was only going to take ten minutes.' "' You ought to take the full hour,' reit erated the old lawyer. "' But why? ' "' Because the longer you talk the longer you will keep your client out of jail.' " — Philadelphia Telegraph.
