"Billy" Sumner once lectured there on "War" before the Contemporary Club, to say nothing of Mr.James's appearance (herein before mentioned), which left us, filled with wildest surmise, on the crest of a new and ultimate Darien.

Nor shall I omit that memorable tea to the Chinese lady when the press became so great that a number of timorous Occidentals in their best bib and tucker departed with all possible dignity by way of the fire-escape.

So the place being historic, as things go in a new country, Mrs.Owen did not, in vulgar parlance, "hire a hall," but gave her party in a social temple of loftiest consecration.
It was a real winter night, with a snowstorm and the jangle of sleigh-bells outside.

The possibilities of a hall famed for its many brilliant entertainments had never been more fully realized than on this night of Marian Bassett's presentation.

The stage was screened in a rose-hung lattice that had denuded the conservatories of Newcastle and Richmond; the fireplace was a bank of roses, and the walls were festooned in evergreens.