language deeply to be deplored; but on the whole the feeling, as shown in speeches and in the Press, has been healthy and just.  Sir Charles Russell’s words struck us as among the very best.  It is the deepest and highest love for Ireland that makes men speak and write as they do.

Dear Mr. McCarthy, I think you can do much, and I know how firm, as well as how gentle, it is your nature to be.  Save us all, for God’s sake, from the dreaded disunion and the ruin of the cause.  Do not let England and Ireland be again looked upon as separated in their hopes, interests, aspirations.  May Mr. Dillon and Mr. O’Brien help to the good work; but too much can hardly depend on men at a distance, excellent and patriotic as they are.

    Good-bye, dear Mr. McCarthy.  May God guide and unite our two
    countries on the road of justice and truth and happiness.  Pray,
    pray forgive me once more for writing.

    Ever most sincerely yours,

    F. RUSSELL

In 1891 Mr. Rollo Russell married Miss Gertrude Joachim, niece of the great violinist, Dr. Joachim, and Lady Russell found new joy in his happiness.

    Queen Victoria to Lady Russell

    January 1, 1891

DEAR LADY RUSSELL,—­You are indeed right in thinking that I should always take an interest in anything that concerned you and your family, and I rejoice to hear that your son is going to make a marriage which gives you pleasure, and trust it may conduce to your comfort as well as to his happiness.  It is a long time since I have had the pleasure of seeing you, dear Lady Russell, and I trust that some day this may be possible.  Past days can never be forgotten—­indeed, one loves to dwell on them, though the thought is mingled with sadness.  Pray remember me to Agatha, and believe me always,

    Yours affectionately,

    V.R.I.

    Lady Russell to Mr. Rollo Russell

    PEMBROKE LODGE, January 14, 1892

...  Most truly do you say that, while we can shelter ourselves from the demands that assail our physical being, no defence has been found against the bitter blasts which batter against our mental and spiritual structure—­no defence, only endurance, in hope and faith and endeavour after Marcus Aurelius’s “Equanimitas,” and the knowledge that the higher man’s mental and moral capacity the greater is his capacity for suffering....  And nobody has shown more than you do in “Psalms of the West” that sorrow is not all sorrow, but has a heavenly sacredness that gives strength to bear its burden “in quietness and confidence” to the end.  How entirely I feel with you that this has been a glorious century.  Not all the evil and the misery and the vice and the meanness and pettinesses which abound on every side, as we look around, can blind me to the blessed truth that the eyes of mankind have