"Well, sir," said the sergeant doggedly, "I was late yesterday and couldn't get in to your lecture, so of course I had to go and get drunk." He said this perfectly seriously, and there was a very world of meaning in his argumentative "of course." [Illustration: "_Viret in AEternum_" Van der Weyde, Photographer, 182, Regent St., W.] Baden-Powell was as assiduous in his attentions to his men as any knight to his lady.

He wooed them and won them.

He did not win by playing to the gallery, asking if they were quite comfortable in their room, and giving them little coddling presents.

He won as a man wins a love that is worth winning, by treating the object of his devotion with respect and perfect trust.

His work at Malta, when he was acting as Assistant Military Secretary to the Governor, secured for him the affection of hundreds of soldiers and, I am glad to add, sailors too.
He was the life and soul of the place, indefatigable in getting up sports and theatricals for the men, and building a permanent club for their use, which effectually prevented the weaker men, or shall we say the more generous hearted?
from spending too much money in public-houses.