THE TWO TICHBORNES.

Taranaki Herald, Volume XXXV, Issue 7119, 17 July 1886, Page 3

THE TWO TICHBORNES.

A Lojjdon correspondent writes: — " A slim shy, fnir-haired lad, with watery eyes and an unwholesome complexion : such is Sir 11. A. J. Tioliborne the "rightful heir," on whoso behalf tho claims of Castro, alias Orton, alias Sir Roger, were triumphantly resisted just fourteen years ago. I saw the young baronet at Cardinal Manning's reception the other evening, where ho naturally attracted a good deal of attention. His Eminence introduced him to Lord Ripon, Lord Denbigh, Sir Charles Clifford, aud other notable Catholics, and did his best to set him at ease, but the youuger fellow seemed hopelessly nervous and shy. He is just of age, ana will have to go about a bit during the next few weeke. Tho estates have been most careful)} nursed during his minority, no that, despite the heavy costs of thefamoutj "case," Sir Harry is a fairly rich man. On the same evening that the rightful heir made bis debut in London society, the luckless " Claimant " lectured at Carnarvon upon his troubles. Tho room, a friend who happened to be there tells me, was only half full, and no one seemed to take much interest ia tho old man's rambling statement. Since his release from prison, poor " Bir Roger " has gone steadily down bill. Even the proprietors of wax-works and penny-gaffs do not find him a paung "show " now. America, however, is still open to him, and thither he will no doubt drift when his ticket-of-leavo expires. Young "Roger" (the Claimant's son), 1 think I told you sometime ago, has enlisted, and his sister plajß small parts in melodrama at the East End theatres. It is rather an odd thing that this young Roger bears a far stronger resemblunce to the traditional Tichborne than Sir Harry. At least so people say.

BSf Offices :

Captain Edwin telegraphed at 12 39 p.tu. to-day: — " Indications of very poor tideß for 24 hours from low water this afternoon." Some months ago there appeared in our columns an extract from a letter from the London correspondent of the Melbourne Age, who gave a narrative of a personal interview he alleged he had had with Mr. Bradlaugb, in which the following statement appealed : — "He lives, in point of fact (together with his colleague and fel-low-worker, the buxom Mrs. Besanl), over a rnubic shop at No. 20, Circus-road, St. John's Wood. A lady's easy choir indicnteß the occasional presence oE iMrs. Besant." The same letter appeared in the Auckland, as well as the Dunedin S' 11; anil coming to Mrs. Besant's knowledge she has written out contradicting the statement. She writes :—": — " This statement is utterly untrue, and as it is calculated to do me serieus injury. I ask 3ou to permit me to contradict it. I do not live, and 1 never have lived, with Mr. Bradlaugh, and your correspondent was entirely drawing on his imagination for his facts. The 'lady's easy chair' is also a figment of his imagination. It is a great pity that a correspondent of a respectable journal should be so reckless of truth, and Bhould insert a falsehood which will be copied intc all the Christian journals, and used as a weapon of attack against me." An ardent admirer of Gladstone once stated to a friend that the British Premier was "a Heaven-born geaiup," but the other irreverently obstrved that if so it was to be hoped "Heaven would never again be in an interesting condition." The London correspondent of a contemporary relates the following. — A good story is going the rounds about a wellknow n Australian lady, whose malapropisms have so often been publicly quoted. In the course of conversation during a morning cull, our old friend enquired whether her acquaintance's daughter was out yet. •' Only halE out," was the reply, '' 1 ara keeping her back." " I undeistand," said she, "demi monde" Doubt has been thrown upon the fidelity of the old Roman sentry who stood at his post till he was burned with Pompeii and flerculaneum, and whose remains echoed, "Still upon guard am I," till the cites were unearthed. It has been suggested that be was really too drunk to run aw ly. This is shameful, but it ia a fact — not that he was drunk, but that the suggestion Ins b3en made,. A sentry at the Oamaru cdcampment last Easter showed more sense. The following is the story, as told by the exchange -.—Colonel Sir Or. Whitmore ro-Je into the camp, and on meeting the sentry of the guard told him to turn out theguard. " I'm the guard !" said tins sentry. " You are not the guard," said Sir George ; " Turn out the guard." "I am the guard," repeated the sentry. " You are not," repeated bir George. "You are only the sentry cf the guard. Turn out the guard." "Well," said tbe sentry (confidentially), "if you must know, the guard have all cleared, and I don't know what the 'b the use of my walking up and down hero alone, so I'll sling my hook. Good night." Sir George laughed, but didn't give tho "guard" a cigar, as be ought to have done.