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*“ What on earth shall I take Zululand ?" asked my friend Jim L& one day at Aldershot, when he ha just received orders for South Afric to start at forty-eight hours' notia I replied, “If you take my adviceand it's that of an old travelleryou'll not budge without a few bottle of ENO, even if you leave balf you

kit behind. I never am without tbes Salts, and, please the pigs, never intend to be.” On his return I inquired, “ Well, how about ENO'S FRUL. SALT?" My dear fellow, it was the best advice you ever gave; they saved me many an illness; and when left Taegla, I sold the remaining bottles for ten times the original price !" ?-Lieut.-Col.

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THE GREAT DANGER OF DELAY. You can change the trickling stream, but not the raging torrent. simple, effective, and palatable remedy, such as ÈNO'S FRUIT SALT, to check disease at the onset!

to som this is the time. With very little trouble you can change the course of the trickling mountain stream, but no the rolling river. It will defy all your tiny efforts. I feel I cannot sufficiently impress this important informatior upon all Householders, or Ship Captains, or Europeans generally, who are visiting or residing in any hot of foreign climate. Whenever a change is contemplated, likely to disturb the condition of health, let ENO'S FRUIT SALT be your companion ; for, under any circumstances, its use is beneficial and never can do harm. When you feel out of sorts, yet unable to say why, frequently without any warning you are suddenly seized with lassitude disinclination for bodily or mental exertion, loss of appetite, sickness, pain in the forehead, dall aching of bael and limbs, coldness of the surface, and often shivering, &c., &c. ; then your whole body is out of order, the spiri of danger has been kindled, but you do not know where it may end : it is a real necessity to have a simple remed at hand that will answer the very hest end, with a positive Assurance of doing good in every case and in do ca any harm. The pilot can so steer and direct as to bring the ship in to safety, but he cannot quell the raging stors The common idea when not feeling well is, 'I will wait and see, perhaps I shall be better to-morrow; whereas had a supply of ENO'S FRUIT SALT been at hand, and use made of it at the onset, all calamitous results migh have been avoided. What dashes to the earth so many hopes, breaks so many sweet alliances, blasts so mang auspicious enterprises, as untimely death ? YS FRUIT SALT.–After suffering for nearly and half years from severe headache and

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LONGMAN'S MAGAZINE.

NOVEMBER 1882.

Thicker than Water.

BY JAMES PAYN, AUTHOR OF ‘By Proxy,' 'Higu SPIRITS, &c.

CHAPTER I.

MRS. BECKETT.

IT

T is two o'clock in the July afternoon, and on what the majority

of Londoners, in spite Geronimo's opinion to the contrary, consider the pleasantest day in the week, because it is a half-holiday. Geronimo's objection to Saturday was founded, the poet tells us, on the prolonged wear of his shirt; but to the city toiler that is a small objection ; indeed the greatest of all Londoners, and one who worked the hardest (though not, it is true, unless he was obliged), has left it on record, through his biographer, that he did not like clean linen.

Hyde Park is crowded with pleasure-seekers, but the Row is empty. The Upper Ten Thousand have gone home to lunch, the Over Two Millions have just dined. Beside the mile-long garden that extends from the Marble Arch to Apsley House, the "swart mechanic' lounges pipe in mouth admiringly; he gazes at the glowing parterres of wondrous shape and hue, and wonders how

them colour beds’ are made, and (especially) who pays for them. He thinks how his Missis and the kids would enjoy the spectacle, and is half-inclined to fetch them; but upon reflection, and finding his mouth a little dry, considers the morrow better adapted for their recreation, and, crossing to the other side of the road, drops into the public-house in the mews. As he does so, he

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bestows, perhaps, a glance at the stately pile at its corner, and expresses an opinion, mingled with tobacco juice, that the cove as lives there must have a sight of money'—in which he is quite correct.

Of all the mansions in Park Lane, albeit there are some, though not many, larger, Beckett House gives the strongest impression to the passer-by not only of wealth, but, what is a very different thing (and much better), the possession of an abundance of ready money. Just as on illumination nights we see the lines of some public edifice picked out with fire, so all the summer long the balconies of Beckett House show, tier on tier, their glowing lines of flowers. Under the large portico there is a miniature jungle of tropical foliage, and when at night the opened door gives a glimpse of the interior to the passing Peri, it seems to her an Eden indeed.

Nor even in winter does this shrine of Flora lack its gifts, for in the centre and on either wing are great conservatories, to which • the time of roses’ is but a poetic figment, and May (for once) is happy in December's arms.

Mrs. Beckett, the owner of this palace, has a passion for flowers, which her wealth enables her to indulge to the full; nor is this the only proof of her good taste. She had once a handle to her name, but laid it aside by an act of voluntary abnegation. Emperors and others have done the like before her, but a woman

Her first husband was Sir Robert Orr, a city knight, who left her an immense jointure and her ladyship.' He bad never been remarkable for personal beauty, and unless in the sense of years, he was three times her age-could hardly have been called accomplished. It was a marriage of convenience; but the old man had been kind to her in life and death, and she respected his memory. When she married her second husband, John Beckett, the railway engineer, she dropped her ‘ladyship’; Sir Robert bad been intensely proud of the title, and she felt that it belonged to him. The law, of course, would have decided as much, but she might have retained it by courtesy. She was not a woman to parade her sentiments, and, having some sense of humour, was wont to account for this act of self-sacrifice upon moral grounds; she did not think it respectable, she said, to figure with her husband in the Morning Post' as Mr. Beckett and Lady Orr; she left that suspicious anomaly for the wives of bishops.

John Beckett had been a rich man, though he could not have measured purses with Sir Robert, and he had ten times his wits,

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