The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1881-09-20 00:00:00

WHAT THE WORLD 8.4,8.

Mr. Chitty, the new judge in the Rolls Court, has
publishe I his farewell address to the electors of Oxford.
Those worthies, on the first news of their only repre-
sentative's now elevation, were thrown into a state of
some excltement, which, however, was speedily allayed
by the knowledge that n election can take place till
the end of next Session—for reasons now well known.
Oxford has of late years suffered from more than its
fair share of electioneering excitement, with its
consequent evils, and the inhabitants, or at least the
more respectable portion of them, are anything but
sorry for this enforced delay. When, however, the
time does arrive, it is probable that the contest will be
even more than usually dole, to judge from the
feeling generally excite I by the late proceedings in
regard to the two last elections.

There is one thing which has most surprised people.
viz., that the volunteer regiments as given in this
Army List are divorced from their seems' districts and
brigades, and placed by themselves at the end of the
book. Had they been grouped as additional battalions
to the regiments with which they are locally associated.
and treated in the same way as the militia, it would
not merely have been extremely popular with the
volunteers themselves, but it would have been far
morn in harmony with the general echerne of localisa-
tion. It is not too late to make this arrangement, and
the sooner it is time the better for the sake of
consistency and the esprit de corps of the volunteers.
Ii sch regimental district would than be complete in
itself, composed of regulars, militia, and volunteers.

As usual, during the period that the racing yachts
are diam Aiding, there is a good deal of talk about new
craft for next season, as well as alterations and im-
provement. to existing vessels, more than one builder
expecting an order for • small racer. It is said
Miranda, will appear under the yawl guise next year;
If so, Egaria will be able once more to rejoice in being
the crack English schooner. There is some talk about
a forty t inner, now building on the banks of the
Thames, being raced during the next 110111/00. As she
is from the designs of an N.A. who has designed one of
the fastest tea-ton:sera yet built, she ought to be fact;
and if she has the same luck as the two London river
fliers, Freda and Buttercup, have had, she ought to
take a fair @hue of the prizes given to that truly
sportirg fortpton ease. However, as her dimensions
are not as extreme as has been the fashion of late
years, it seems doubtful if she will turn out a flier of
the first order.

Talking of forty•tonners, it is saii that Lord Allis
ha, eecured the services of T. Diaper for the Sleuth
Hound, as Major Ewing does not again intend to race
the gallant little Norman, who for ten years, under
the clever handling of T. Diaper, held the forty•ton
class safe until beaten by the three long boats of this
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Yachting appears to be all but over for this season.
Only a few of the rimers are still under way. Saracens
is having • short cruise about the Channnel Islands,
while Latona and Florinda are lying off Ryde for •
few weeks' fishing prior to laying up for the winter's
drying. Miranda and all the smaller-class racers hare
gone into their winter quarters, a gool many of them
having been hauled out of water during the past week.
Some cruising yachts, chiefiy owned by people who
have houses on the coast, or who have been detained
in town, are still to be met with in the Channel on fine
days, fishing or sailing about.

The French ladies do not appear to adopt that
frizzled style of coiffure which barn been irreverently
named ci a Zulu, or d la bird's-nest. They cut mail
straight pieces of hair down their foreheads, and then
curl thi ends after the manner of a pug's tall. It looks
cleaner, at all events.

Sttoky. I hear, ie ill, dying, on the banks of the
great river whicb his intrepidity has done so much to
reveal te the world. Whether we call It the Congo, or
the Lualabs, or the Livingstone, it is still Stanley's
river, as much as the great pool which he sees from hie
tent door is "Stanley's Pool." It is close to this spot
that his companion Pocock we; drowned, towards the
end of that great expedition across the Dark Conti-
nent, and already, therefore, a place of gloomy associa-
tions for the heroic explorer.