M. Leon Say presided over the annual meeting of the Liberty and Property Defence League, held at the WestminsterPalaceHotel, and delivered an address.
It is said that the cost to the Pope in creating and confirming an American Cardinal, including the expenses of the ablegates and of the Cardinal's hat, to be bestowed by his own hand in Rome, approaches £5000. A fine, expressive portrait of Lord Beaconsfield has been executed by Ernest Pichio for the Primrose League. It is the first of a series which this artist is about to publish under the title of the "Gallery of the Primrose League."
M. Ernest David, a well-known FrancoJewish writer, and an excellent English scholar, who, | while in profound sympathy with the aspirations of his co-religionists, found a congenial occupation in the translation into French of George Eliot's " Daniel Deronda," has died at the age of sixty-two. The Rev. George Mackay, "D.D., the venerable leader of the Free Churoh Constitutional party in the Highlands, died at his residence in Inverness at the great age of fourscore and ten. Born in the parish of Reay, Sutberlandshire, he was educated at the University of Aberdeen, and was licensed by the Presbytery of Dornoch in 1828. In September, 1878, his congregation and his many friends celebrated the jubilee of his ministry by presenting the rev. gentleman with a piece of plate and 900 sovereigns.
It is said that Miss Meigs, whose marriage to Archibald Forbes is reported, had conceived a very strong liking for the gentleman before she ever saw him at all. It is stated that having read much about him, and much of his writings, he had come to occupy in her mind an ideal place. She had carefully cut out and saved in a scrapbook all of his writings that she could obtain, and when they were introduced she found Forbes to be all that her fancy had painted him. They at once became strongly attached to each other, and after some years of delay their marriage has taken place. The pcet Whittier was interviewed not long since by a Missouri man. At first he declined to see the visitor, saying that he was not feeling strong ; but the Missouri man was so persistent that at last VVhittier yielded, and he was admitted. He pounced upon the poet, and nearly shook his arm from the socket. He declared that he adored the poet's works—in fact, he read nothing else. He asked Whittier to write his name a few hundred timo.'i on a sheet of note-paper, that he might distribute the autographs among his friends, and it was all the poet could do to keep the impetuous visitor from cutting the buttons from his coat to carry away as mementoes. " And all the time,'' said hittier, pathetically, sb he told his adventure, "he called me Whit* taker."
When Mrs. Stowe was in England Queen Victoria sent her word that a certain day she would be pleased to sec the author of " Uncle Tom's Cabin." Mrs. Stowe replied that she had an engagement for that day. But the Queen would see her, and sent a lady-in-waiting—a personal friend of Mrs. Stowe— to make the necessary arrangement for an observation. There was to be a pageant of same kind that day, in which the Queen would take part, passing the hotel where Mrs. Stowe was residing, and the royal mesienger had agreed to place her hand on the author's left shoulder to distinguish her from those with her on the balcony, as the procession passed. So Queen Victoria and the distinguished American gazed at eaoh other foj" a few moments in silent recognition ; but Mrs. Stowe was not pleased that she had been outwitted.
It will be remembered that in March Jules Verne, the prince of wonderful story tellers, while entering his house at Armenia, was shot at by a mad nephew and somewhat seriously injured. A correspondent a few days ago, in sending one or two extracts from newspapers bearing upon passages in M, Verne's work.*, inquired after his health. Readers of the writings of the author of "From the Earth to the Moon," who, by-the bye, is now fifty-eight years of age, will no doubt be glad to read the following translation of an extract from a note received from his eldest Bon, M. Michel Verne :—" My father, who cannot yet write, asks me to thank you for your friendly letter and your newspaper cuttiugs which you have sent to him. My father is much better, the wound is almost entirely closed, and complete convalescence is but a matter of a few weeks."