The Kenilworth Advertiser. — 1891-11-14 (Kenilworth, Warwickshire, England)

OCCASIONAL JOTTINGS.  tThe Publisher does not hold himself responsible for not. identify himself with, the opinions exprimed in these Jottinp.)  A poor man at Coleshill has lost his life as an indirect consequence, it is alleged, of the gunpowder plot. Re was unloading a waggon in the street on the sth inst., when a youth let off one of those irritating combustibles known as "crackers." The horse bolted, and the , man thrown to the ground, from which he was picked up unconscious, death following on Sunday. The powers that be are generally pretty severe upon youths who insist on celebrating the discomfiture of Guy Fawkes and Co. in the streets. To all such it is to be hoped that this catastrope at Coleshill will prove a warning. Otherwise are injunction to " remember. remember the fifth of November" must be met by a eounter injunction which will effectually restrain such dangerous proceedings in future. If recklessness of this kind is to be indulged in, by all means let gunpowder treason be " forgot " as speedily as possible. • *_ _ _ . _  A good deal of speculation has been rife concerning the secret of the Kenilworth tragedy. That there was something more to be disclosed than appeared upon the surface most people were pursuaded, but as both men were dead it seemed as if the true hietory of the sad affair might have been buried with them. The latest development of the story, that Rainbow was a disappointed suitor who wrongly supposed that a scandal which he imagined to have been circulated by Brewer was the real reason for the refusal of his advances, certainly suggests a more adequate motive for the crime than had hitherto been forthcoming. A romantic element like that here suggested is abundantly familiar in the gruesome annals of the criminal calendar, bilt if the explanation given be a true one, it is a somewhat remarkable addition to the regrettable features of the case that so desperate a deed should have, after all, been the outcome of a complete misconception.  Ald. Clayton, who on Monday vacated the Birmingham civics chair, has been, according to the Gazette of that city, "the merriest Mayor that has ruled over Birmingham /luring these dozen years "—a jovial and entertaining Mayor, who has extended to strangers and subjects most generous hospitality, and made the Council-house a rendezvous for junkettings and dances. Aid. Clayton began his hospitalities within ten minutes of his election. It is an ancient and an honoured eustom that the Chief Magistrate shall, on the instant of his elestion—or as soon thereafter As the flow of eloquence may permit—pay his footing, in the shape of a luncheon, to all the membera of his Council. He had his reward in the way of a great rush on the Council-house I On two occasions I "sat under" his worship, and he was each time brimful of humour—and commonsense; in fact, real humour and sensible talk generally flow in the same channel. **A.  I hear that some of the spectators at football matches occasionally get much excited and use language not over polite. I have been told that the boys at one public school have been forbidden to attend the Saturday afternoon matches at the Coventry Cricket Grounds, owing to the bad language used. ' 'Tis a pity there is reason for this action, but I feel there is some cause for complaint and room for improvement. The Birmingham Dart refers to the same topic in last week's issue. It says, anent to the late match at the Readings, "The language of some of the Coventry spectators was truly awful. It is a pity they can't do more honour to the town with the new Bishop." I admire the manly game and hope its supporters will take a friendly hint and abstam in future from offensive language. It does no good.  The viear of All Saints', Coventry, somewhat alarmed very strict Sabbatarians a short time ago when he gave his opinion that cycle-riding on Sunday was not a sin of blackened dye, and I find that other clergymen hold similar views. For instance a Newcastle clergyman, preaching on Sabbath observance in connection with -cyclists, said—" Those young men had as yet no homes of their own which demanded their care. They were tied up six days out of seven to the desk or counter, and yet the love of the country was strong within them, and the instinct of exertion impelled them to seek an outlet for superfluous health and strength. Surely for them to spend their day of leisure far away from the temptations of city life was good. Honest fatigue was the safest friend of youth. It curbed the ciauberance of the blood bounding through his veins and tamed the wild cravings of the animal within. He thought the Friend of Man would not have rebuked them had He been there and seen them riding forth on a summer Sunday afternoon. But the 'bicyclist should not neglect the higher use of the Sabbath. If he made it a rule to attend a place of worship wherever he might be, the Sunday ride would do him only good. Let him fix on some dear old country .church, find out the hoar of service, and, leaving his machine at the door, mingle with God's children on their knees. Then, when the service was over, he could mount .and away, none the worse, but the better, for his country spin."  The The jewellery trade would be less often depressed if there were many Capt. Moeenthals. A gallant soldier of that name was before the London Bankruptcy Court, on Friday. In November last, he said he presented a gold keyless watch to a lady, and he gave a £2O watch to his barber. His sister had a bangle and :bracelet in the same way, " an old friend" a scarf pin debtor bought for £7B, and "a theatrical friend" a set of pearl studs worth £2O. Debtor himself was content with an eight-guinea silver-mounted umbrella and a gold-mounted Morocco pocket-book at 18 guineas. One of his racehorses is appropri:ably named " Desolation," for the captain has had to pledge a portion of his own outfit with a gentleman named Aarons. • " 0, my prophetic soul, mine uncle ! "  November is the most depressing month of the whole year, and neither the fireworks of the sth nor the functions of the 9th can redeem its character. I hate November. If I could have my way I would wipe November out of the calendar, ana split up the thirty days between October and December. There is something in the very sound of the word that suggests fogs and suicide. No warmth, no cheerfulness, no heathfal ease, No comfortable feel in any me:ober ; No shade no shine, no butterflies, no best, No fruits, ne flowers, no leaves, no birds— November I"  . _ Weavers, like other men, have their weak;sissies. In an Ayrshire police court, last