CONTENTS. PAGE . A CHEQUER-BOARD. BY ROBERT CLAY, A DAY ASHORE. BY CAPTAIN BASIL TAYLOUR, R.N., 385 AN EGYPTIAN CAPITULATION. BY CAPTAIN BASIL TAYLOUR, · 647 A FOGGY AFFAIR. BY T. A. POWELL, 830 BEN JONSON, THE MAN. BY CHARLES WHIBLEY, CHINESE CONTRASTS. BY A. M., : 519 344 DEAD MEN'S TALES. BY BENNET COPPLESTONE, 61, 238, 328, DOWN “ SEEK MIDDAY STREET. BY JAN GORDON, THE FALKLAND ISLANDS. BY CONOR O'BRIEN, GEORGE BUCHANAN. BY REV. J. A. NAIRN, LITT.D., JAN NIKAL SEYN'S MAN. BY BRIGADIER-GENERAL COSMO STEWART, C.B., C.M.G., D.S.O., LAWRENCE AND THE HEJAZ. BY EDMUND CANDLER, MAGELLAN—AND AFTER. BY PERISCOPE, . RUNNING AT THE PUBLIC SCHOOLS. BY THE REV. C. E. GREEN, 802 SARTOR NATATOR. BY CAPTAIN BASIL TAYLOUR, R.N., • THE BULL-ROARER. BY EDMUND VALE, THE CLASSICS OF THE TABLE. BY STEPHEN GWYNN AND THE DINOSAUR'S EGG. BY EDMUND CANDLER, . 40, 166, 297, 477 THE FOLLY OF RENÉ GUIZET. BY KENNETH MACNICHOL, THE INCREDIBLE BOSWELL. BY FREDERICK A. POTTLE, THE INSUFFERABLE GREEK. BY FUNDI, THE KANA BURHA. BY MAJOR-GENERAL SIR GEORGE MACMUNN, 558 THE MITIMONI RAIDERS. BY FUNDI, THE PARDON. BY KENNETH MACNICHOL, THE PIPER OF KERIMOR. BY KENNETH MACNICHOL, THE PREVAILING ILL, BY HUMFREY JORDAN, THE PUNJAB FINGER-PRINT BUREAU. BY J. COATMAN, THROUGH THE LINES TO ABD-EL-KRIM'S STRONGHOLD IN THE RIFF: A JOURNEY RECENTLY UNDERTAKEN IN A LITTLE- KNOWN COUNTRY. BY GERALD SPENCER PRYSE, 437, 619, 839 WALLENSTEIN—THE ENIGMA OF HISTORY. BY CAPTAIN B. H. 17 OFFICIAL duty sent me not Old as she was, and almost long ago to visit a small town worn out after her forty years on one of the lower reaches of of struggle against the strong the Tigris. I was not sorry to current, she was spotlessly exchange the close atmosphere clean, as Tigris boats are only of the capital for the fresher clean when a British skipper air of the country, to leave commands them. As we waited behind for a brief space the in the wide sunlit river, with noises and smells of modern its few lazy balams and its Baghdad. The city may be, gleaming white gulls swaying doubtless is, a cleaner place on the ripples, I asked the than it was a decade ago, but captain when he meant to the reforming hand of civilisa- leave Basrah on his return tion has not made it more beau- journey. He must have fortiful. Empty kerosene tins gotten the perhaps apocryphal have replaced the graceful tale of the skipper in the early watering-pots of the women, days of Tigris navigation, who, rusty sheets of corrugated iron having shocked Muslim opinion the painted woodwork of the by omitting to qualify his rigid houses which lean across the programme with the pious pronarrow streets ; and dilapi- viso “in sha Allah God willdated Ford cars are rapidly ing," was duly punished for ousting the gaily-caparisoned his presumption by the burnhorses, which one still sees, ing of his ship. The present unsuperseded, in the districts. captain, who sinned in the I made the journey down- same way in answering my stream in a paddle-steamer be- question, met with a lighter longing to the “Bait Lynch.” retribution in the shape of VOL, CCXVIII.-NO, MCCCXVII. A |