The Kenilworth Advertiser. — 1893-06-17 (Kenilworth, Warwickshire, England)

JOTTINGS.  • fallimlllmtll. • f  h. wars! . tabling a aoiL  water, **titan drape of iro photo the •  however.  dui  ~ older  majority of people, the they grow, the he. anxiety there lc to prolobg the sojourn here below to patriarchal lengths. The increasing number of suicides points the other way. Folks get tired of life before their time, sad display a growing tendency to "take a whaek at ihimortality," as Spoopendyke teraut it, with all their imperfections on their head. It is refreshing to Ala that there is suScient young life and hope in the world to provide snob people as this American doctor with customers.  For he has had Lie prototypes. There was our old friend "Parallax" for instance, who used to preach mueli the same doctrine. Leaders of so-called religions sects, too, have found it profitable to "live for ever," until some fine morning found them giving up the experiment. But it lasted long enough for their purpose. " The subsepent proceedings interested them no more," so what did it matter? Bull, the American preeeriptlon will be undoubtedly more inter. eating when the doctor reaches his 1100th birthday. A t present, it is in curious ooia• treat with the testimony of at least one other authority, and as he is dead already, ought to know something. Re actually died, if you remember, from drinking some of those same wonderful life-giving waters, and tells 1111 on his tombstone that "if he'd a stick. to Epsom salts, he wouldn't a' been lyin' in those 'ere vaults." So much, then, for water, and salt. A pretty good grain of the latter is handy sometimes, anyhow.  - Sauntering along one of our beautiful Warwickshire nails on a Sunday afternons, absorbing the fresh air and sunshine, and trying to take in the wonderful picture Spring has painted on the woods and fields again this year, you start at a sort of scream just behind the back of your neck. A cyclist flies past, in a cloud of dust: In the midst of it you catch a fleeting glimpse of his face. It is fiery red, and perspiration streams adom:t it, forming little turbid rivulets on his cheeks and forehead. His eyes are fixed end strained, staring straight down over his front wheel. His month is open to catch the dust, and he gasps like a trout just taken out ot the water. He is evidently distressed. Bat he grinds on and is lost to view. And this is on a beautiful June afternoon, when the sun is shining and the birds are singing, and everything invites to the luxury of reclining in the shade, and revelling in the natural surroundings. And that is what some fellows call cycling.  We are to have a new corps of the " Church Militant." The latest development is an ecclesiastical mounted brigade called "Cavalry Curates," in connection with the Church of England. The experiment, it is said, is to be tried in the north, and will, no doubt, be watched with considerable interest in the metropolis and southern counties. In out of the way districts, where the population is scant and sparse, small chapels of iron or other material will be constructed in which .the service will be conducted by "Cavalry Curates," supplied with lithe and strong ponies for the purpose, who will not only preach in half-a-dozen places on Sunday, but will arrange to hold galloping ministrations during the week. They will not, of course, be dressed up in red coats and white helmets for advertising purposes, but will simply be the hard-working "Cavalry Stouts" of the infantry clergymen. This is the latest energetic "advance" movement on the part of the Church. Who shall say we are asleep ? The is again for Soon, if not  it_ ea—a  YOU  plaoe sairiiiiiilline trout story, bar end WI sat *A No.ksok the gates of your belie 'ura , to the plow. Don't liaises in _ solitay Aa Amatiola iplaydililliV irilli:A. 'Rag ti°,u , ' ',, - ' allealiVaniilas , around tabor int,* hcnr to 4, for ,00 * . • • '. , SG% fib titiVoils, -Wait . secs. ~..1, - 1114PLAVI and only ' "1w s IMP tad he loan ?45"1"" by rh-47. - • ' "n" IC% ha basiit, °dines home 1141 foIC ,i 12161 tam an Weal " • ".• • thi. bloiait liar at .em all end Yi recommeads •Teh_ ip dailY -..-- • tumbladale ot Noed - dilation ot I I NM afraid,