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.uktilue, an riast mom mrector, had said, while speak,
ing in a debate which passed in the House of Commons
about Scinde, ' Sir Charles Napier had been sufficiently

.eceived seventy
pounds prize money,' or words to that effect.
I wrote to Mr. Baillie to ask him how he could make
such a statement, for which there was not the slightest
grounds, as I never had received a single farthing of prize
money, and that he, as a director, and therefore a trustee.

Ilousan

must know this better than any one. Mr. Baillie
an-
swered me that he was not a director, but had made the
statement on the authority of a director. On arriving in
Europe I heard that Sir James Weir Hogg was the man,
and I vsked Mr. Baillie, who answered, that it was
Sir James Hogg; that he, Mr. Baillie was speaking on
the debate, and Sir James Hogg, who sat next to him,
said, Tell them he has received £70,000 prize money.'
Now, sir, this Sir James Hogg was not only a director,
but I believe he was even chairman of the Court of Di-
rectors, and the directors were trustees for the Scinde
prize money. Therefore the case stan.ls thus :-Ist. This
Hogg knows perfectly well, e,v officio, both as a director
and as a trustee, that I had not received one farthing of
prize trolley ; yet he deliberately told Mr. Baillie to assert
in the House of Commons that I had received £70,000.
2nd. He (Hogg) knew that not only had I not received a
farthing of prize money, but that he and his colleagues
were at that moment trying to prevent my receiving that
share of prize money which their own regulations awarded
to the commander of the forces, and from which act of
injustice on the part of these trustees I was protected by
; the Duke of Wellington, by Lords Ellenborough and
Hardinge, and by the Lords of the Treasury."
I ANONYMOUS WRITING.—There is a gross unfairness,
a virtual tyranny, and a sort of insolence in this outcry
f against the anonymous pen. Were the battle nn-'-

perfectly
equal and fair, every knight might justly draw his visor,
and ask the like of his foe. But the battle of opinions
in this country and in these days is not equal. Rank,
wealth, party, and position exercise an enormous sway.
Nearly all intellectual power is in some form of combina-
tion or other to give opinion a more than intrinsic efficacy.
There have been times when no man could count on a
day's tenure of life, unless'

a, . property or L. .. he attached him-
self to some chief, some league, or some shrine ; and if
he choose none of these, he must at least keep out of
the way. That is our case now.
or'
a man is not a peer
by birth, or an M.P. by money, or the member of a dis.
t'—uished 1 &mil

_.y, or a thick and thin partisan,
or possessed of extraordinary physical powers of agita-
tion, he will speak and write in vain, The whole vulga-
rity of the world is against him. Who is he ? What is
he ? And as soon as the question is answered in negatives,
the writer is dismissed without ceremony. Now, in all
warfare the weapons must be either the same or of equal
- Small arms are no match for artillery. If we

power.

nave to contend with disciplined hosts, colossal engines,
and elaborate fortifications, we must have some corres-
ponding advantage. That equivalent in our case is a
limited degree of secrecy and irresponsibility. There is,
however, no conspiracy. Our work is necessarily public.
What is prepared in the night is published in the day, and
what is written by an unknown hand is perused by per-
haps a million readers. Ihe advantage is a certain pre-

favour, with an immunity from personal considera-

tions.— Times

ANECDOTE OF JENNY LlND.—During the late visit of
Jenny Lind to Glasgow, a little incident occurred, which,
if it proves less striking than some of the stories which
have recently gon3 the round of the newspapers respect-

ing the great cantatrice, has at least the .merit of tieing
strictly true. Two German girls, resident in Edinburgh,
had come hither by rail for the express purpose of seeing
the far-famed prima donna in" La Figlia del Reggimento.
Through the politeness of the manager of our theatre,
with whose family they were intimate, the young enthusi-
asts were accommodated with seats in the stage box.
Anxious, however, to obtain a sight of Jenny Lind in
her own character, they made their way to a position
behind the scenes, where they knew she would soon pass
on her way to the stage. From this place they were re-
quested to withdraw by some one in the temporary
management of the theatre, when, fortunately, the fair
Swede tripped from her room, with her heart no doubt
filled with the part she was about to enact, and the large
audience she was about to face. All they obtained was a
glimpse of the bright " star" in the somewhat obscure
passage, but it was enough, and the one eagerly whispered
to the other,—" Das ist Fraulein Lind !" The person
in authority was in the act of bowing them away, but the
language familiar to her in her own native Stockholm,
where German is much spoken by the better classes, had
caught the quick ear of the prima donna, and, turning
round, she bounded frankly forward, took both the
strangers by the hand, and addressed to them the kindli-
est inquiries. They stated that they had come all the
way from Edinburgh to see her—a statement which she
met with the modest rejoinder that she " was not worth
coming so far to see;" and thus the colloquy went on,
(in German, of course), until the work she had to do,
and the expectant thousands who waited for her entrance
—all seemed to be forgotten in the animated reminiseence
ces of the " water-land," The moist eyes of the young
ladies betrayed their joyful emotion, this was too much
for the keen sensibility of the songstress. She clasped
them in her arms and kissed them with the fervour of a
sister. The next instant the theatre shook with the
thunder which hailed her entrance, and ere the tears
which had paid tribute to her eloquence in this little
episode were dry, the hearts of the assembled spectators
were thrilled with the glorious " Ciascun lo dice" of the
gay and high-spirited vivandiere. This little anecdote
would hardly be complete if we neglected to narrate that
next day the fair Germans obtained a ready audience with
Jenny Lind at the Star Hotel—a favour denied to parties
of higher note—and were enabled to introduce two youth-
ful friends, the daughters of our worthy manager, who
presented the queen of song with a beautiful cushion,
their own work, with the name " Jenny Lind" elabo-
rately wrought in gold on the velvet—a gift which she
acknowledged in such a manner as ['lto leave on the
minds of her young and delighted visitors the liveliest
impressions of her simplicity, good-nature, and genuine
warmth of heart.—Glasgow Citizen.