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THE QUEEN AND HER SON.
the citadel, and there shot himself, putting and her son. The so-called palace is a the pistol into his mouth. From the plain- dirty rude cabin, in which were ness of his dress the body was not at first recognised, but, as soon as it was identified, and, on the approach of Sir Robert Napier, drawn forth into the principal pathway, an involuntary cheer burst forth from the soldiers around.
The Times correspondent says:-"His face seemed to me rather a disappointing one after all that has been said about it, but then it was impossible to judge properly after death, especially as the eye was said to be, from its fire and expression, the most remarkable feature. There was a look of bloated, sensual indulgence about the cheeks by no means heroic or kingly, but the forehead was intellectual, and the mouth singularly determined and cruel. A very strange smile still lingered about the lips, as if even in the death-throe his last thought had been one of triumph at having baulked his conquerors by dying a king." He was buried in the church in Magdala, the funeral being attended by a military escort of one or two staff officers.
in the neighbourhood of the palace, was A kind-hearted private, finding himself prompted by curiosity to enter. Seeing queen, his honest heart could only express his sympathy in the absence of an interpreter, by a few tender pats on the shoulder, while he told her that "Theodore was mafish, and she was not to be afraid." the few words picked up by the soldiers, Mafish," it may be mentioned, is one of like woman of about six-and-twenty, with signifying "No." Her Majesty is a ladyvery fair complexion, full eyes, fine aquiline tracted attention, however, was her magnifinose, and beautiful hand. What most atcent hair, arranged in neat plaits, and, instead of being tied in a knot at the nape of the neck, as is the fashion, falling in a cascade of glossy ringlets over her shoulders. Her dress was the simple white cotton dress of the country, gathered in a fold at the waist by a band. Theodore's left-handed but favourite Queen is altogether a different sort of woman- stout, dark, and voluptuFrom the post-mortem examination made ous looking, reminding one very much of a by Dr. Lumsdaine it is ascertained that fat Indian ayah. In the palace was a misKing Theodore committed suicide, although and tokens of a civilization which showed cellaneous collection of " Europe" articles previously wounded. His lips and palate itself nowhere else - pianos, harmoniums, were burnt and discoloured with gunpow-musical boxes, cartridges for breech-loading der, and the course of the bullet was clearly traced upwards to the hole at the back of the skull, where it escaped. His death was
APPEARANCE OF THEODORE WHEN DEAD.
Tifles, and, as the catalogues say, "a vari-
therefore a corroboration of the statement
plunder is peremptorily ordered to be sent in to head-quarters, and when each article has been sold by auction for whatever it
Sir Robert Napier offered Magdala to Gobaze, who is now the foremost man in Abyssinia, but he declined it, and the place was at once burnt. The only thing that makes Magdala remarkable its unequalled cannot be destroyed. Its artificial fortificanatural strength as a mountain fastness tions consisted only in a few yards of rough taken an hour or two to pull down, and a stone wall and palisade, which it may have and doors of immense thickness, which it very strong gateway defended by beams
THE PLUNDER FOUND IN MAGDALA.
The correspondent of the Times writes:
will fetch, the proceeds are to be divided-"In the workshop of his European artias prize-money.
sans there were, of course, many signs of
We have also an account of the Queen modern civilization, though nearly all of a
practical, very few of a strictly ornamental been very strictly obeyed. The late Emor luxurious kind. Workmen's tools and peror, too, appears to have behaved to his huge glass tumblers, apparently of English prisoners and artisans with a generosity make, seemed the principal articles of im- which must have left him nearly bankrupt. port, drinking being, next to fighting, the Scarcely an article of real value has been great business of a wealthy Abyssinian's found which is not declared to have been at life, and these, mixed up with crosses, cen- some time or other presented by him to sers, mitres, bells. the spoil of Gondar some one of them, which, therefore, does churches Amharic Bibles, stray copies of not go into the general fund to be raised, the Record, odd volumes of encyclopædias, by the sale of all loot, for the benefit of the foolscap paper, old matchlocks, pistols, non-commissioned officers and men of the swords, powder-flasks, and percussion-caps, force. All these deductions will, I fear, formed altogether as strange a jumble as it make the proceeds of the sale very small. would be easy to find anywhere. The However, a few curious and valuable relics ' loot,' on the whole, has rather disappoint- have been found. Mr. Holmes, for ined the captors. They did not expect much, stance, who came out here as archeologist but still it was believed that Theodore had for the British Museum, and who has hithboth gold and silver treasure. If he had, erto had a singularly disappointing and unit has somehow disappeared. By an over- fruitful journey, was lucky enough to rescue sight, no orders were given nor any precau- a handsome crown, probably an archtions taken against looting, and there is bishop's, and a gold chalice, bearing the little doubt that the moment the place was following inscription in Amharic: The forced many Abyssinians, who knew best chalice of King Adam Segud, called Yasoo, where to look, began to search for plunder. the son of Queen Brahn Mogussa, presentNext day an order was issued that every-ed to Kwoskwan Sanctuary (Gondar). May thing taken should be given back, but, as many things had already changed hands, and handsome prices been paid for them as curiosities and relics of Magdala rather than for their intrinsic value, the order was unpopular, and I question whether it has
my body and soul be purified! Weight twenty-five wokkits of pure gold, value five hundred dollars. Made by Waldo Georgis.' The Emperor's own crown has also been found, and is, I believe, to be sent home to the Queen."
their slumbers, set up a terrific roar which frightspeed. Fortunately the horses broke from the ened the horses, increasing their already rapid wagon, and before going a great distance were hauled up by one of the advance teams. The affair created much excitement, as it was learned through the scattered line, and the other teams closed up to it, in order that the attendants might render assistance. Upon attempting to lift the wagon back to its place, it was found that the cage of the lioness was broken, and the
On Saturday night Bailey & Co.'s Circus and Menagerie concluded its engagements in this city, and about 4 o'clock Sunday morning left for Watertown. The teams drove along slowly, only caring to reach Oconomowoc by Sunday night, have a good rest and drive into Watertown Monday morning. About 12 o'clock yesterday the teams left the junction of the Water-train-master ordered it let down again until the town and Waukesha pikes, and struck the Pewaukee road. Those of our people who have driven on this road know the very bad condition the road is in, and will not be surprised to learn that the train-master urged extra caution on the part of the teamsters. He had just passed along the line, waking up the sleepy drivers and warning them, when it is supposed the driver of the team containing the cages of the lioness and her whelps fell asleep, for his wagon, passing over a bad place in the planked road, careened and fell into the ditch by the side of the road. The driver being thrown off struck a stone by the roadside, injuring him so badly that he let go his horses, who started, pulling the capsized cage with them, and dragging it over the rough road. The animals in the cage, awaking from
tamer who had the cage in charge could be sent for. In letting it down a part of the cage caught the leg of one of the whelps, badly Jam ming it. Hitherto the lioness had paid no attention to the men gathered about, but when the whelp set up a cry of pain, the mother sprang up in anger. This set the whelp to uttering most plaintive roars, when the rage of the older beast became terrific. It dashed to the whelp, began licking it, and at the same time uttered those loud roars which have made it so famous. Becoming enraged at its treatment, it dashed to and fro in its narrow limits, throwing itself with full force against the sides of the cage. A couple of lions in an adjoining apartment became excited over the scene, and not only added to the confusion by their roars, but
his companions went into their own apartment, ceasing their howls, but keeping up a low, indignant growling, like dogs. Observing this, the men came forward and raised the wagon to its place, fastening up the cage where it was broken, and the horses being attached, the team drove on.
While this was being done, it seemed as if the
strove to break down the barriers between the two cages. A gentleman living at Pewaukee, who was near the cages at the time, says the scene was one of the most startling imaginable. All the beasts in the capsized cages were yelling and striving to get out, while those in the vans which had halted near became frightened, and were uttering tokens of alarm in their peculiar manner. The horses, too, of all the vans, ex-band-team would more than fill the bill which hibited the utmost alarm, requiring the efforts of the drivers to look after them. Until some help arrived nothing could be done with the prostrate van, and it was left, while word was sent to the rear teams to push forward as rapidly as possible. Meanwhile the anxious drivers stood in fear that every moment the now furious beasts would break out of their cages.
As soon as word came to the band-wagon the camels and elephants were urged forward, and came up on a quick trot. But no sooner had the animals attached to the wagon come within the sound of the lions' voices, than they exhibited the most abject fear. The elephant threw up its trunk and blew a terrific blasta blast that startled all-even those who had before exhibited no signs of fear. Its keeper bravely kept by its side and attempted to quiet its fears, but the massive animal was thoroughly alarmed. It seemed to be insane, and its yells were full of agonized fear-filled with terror. The camels startled-some attempted to break from their harness, while others fell down flat, all uttering a peculiar cry. The band-men leaped out, and while the keepers of the band-wagon animals looked after them, it was found that the lions must be quieted, or there would be a scene beyond control of all. About this time the liontamer came up and hastened to the cage. The beasts had become so excited now that they scarcely noticed him, but made redoubled efforts to get out into the open air. Had the tamer at this time lacked a courage which seemed akin to utter recklessness, the beasts would no doubt have succeeded in making their escape. Without fear he went to the cage, and very soon discovered the cause of the fury of the mother. He called the attendants of the team to his aid, but they were scarcely to be blamed when they
did not care to venture too near. Two or three of them came, and with the assistance of levers separated the pieces of the cage so that the whelp extricated its foot. The mother, her suspense relieved with the release of the whelp, ceased her yells, and again commenced licking the wounded foot. The other lions seemed not entirely satisfied, and rather to enjoy the confusion they were creating. Reaching through the ventilator, the tamer struck one of them as heavy a blow as he could with a short iron bar, which seemed to send some reason into his head; and when the order came for him to move, he and
the lion family had attempted. Although the sound of the lions' voices could no longer be heard, its effect was left on the camels. Their keeper had detached them from the carriage, and had succeeded in getting them a few rods away. They now made no effort to escape, but lay down panting through fear, and apparently oblivious to everything around them. The monster elephant, also detached, seemed to be in a quandary as to what he should do. He slashed his trunk against his side with a dull but loud "thud," and then raising it in the air blew blasts upon it, before which all the trumpets of a band were as nothing. Just then had his elephantship known his strength there is no doubt he would have made it felt. But by soothing and coaxing he was at length quieted, and again attached to the wagon. The camels were aroused at length by kicks and blows, and the strange animals moved on, trembling in every joint.
"THE SEVEN CHURCHES OF ASIA."— An ex
ceedingly interesting series of photographs, showing the remains of the seven churches of Asia, of the Revelation of St. John (Smyrna, Ephesus, Laodicea, Philadelphia, Sardis, Thyatira, Pergamos), and the adjacent sites of interest; Monument of Sesostris, Niobe of Mount. Sypilus, Magnesia of the Meander, Aphrodisias, Hierapolis, are now on view in the rooms of the Arundel Society, 24, Old Bond-street. They are the first photographs of these places pro-. duced, and were made by A. Svoboda, artist of the R. A. of Venice. Amongst the most interesting are those of Laodicea, including views of midal petrified aqueduct, by the effects of the the Great Theatre, the Stadium, with the pyra waters of the Lycus; the incrusting waterfalls, this temple is the water exhaling the deadly vaHierapolis, and the Plutonium. At the foot of pour mentioned by Strabo. Apart from the great interest of the sites, the photographs are very charming specimens of the art.
THE memorial church at Constantinople, as designed by Mr. Street, is rapidly approaching completion.
Above that last lone bivouac where the conquer- How long shall this tame monarchy my warlike or lay and dreamed.
There were none to feel the sweep Of the thoughts that thronged his sleep, Save the spirits of the tempest or the genii of the deep.
"Go, bring the hero back to France, 'twill«
please the people well!"
So they bore him o'er the main
To his capital again
Chill is the vision rising now, of endless fields of snow,
All dark the sky save in the east the burning city's glow,
Which had throbbed with all the triumphs and The sleepless Cossack in the rear, in front the
misfortunes of his reign.
They buried him beneath the dome that roofs
the warriors grey,
My legions sow the waste with dead, and trace their paths in blood,
-'Twas the crumbling of my might,
Who, in their youth, still followed where his A debt of ruin mindful France still owes the
Eagles led the way;
All day battalions by the walls with drum and
The ancient sentries doze above, the Emperor
Electric through the heart of France the mar-The cliffs' pale walls are swarming with the vol
tial currents flow.
"I hear the sounds that greeted me when I from Egypt came,
Applauding Paris echoes back the army's wild acclaim,
'Twas my faithless Austrian bride
In misfortune left my side:
"What sounds of battle break my sleep? No dreams of conflict past!
Poor Josephine had clung to me, with me had For empire, on Sadova's field, contend those
France bows before his will, like corn that feels
the unseen blast
When, in such stake, had France no part? — Not doubtful whose the prize,
A victor drives with swift pursuit a foe that hopeless flies,
And the nations loud proclaim
Prussia the first in fame!
Down Alp and Apennine to the Po her troops She whom I broke with single stroke, scarce
are pouring fast,
Pale Milan hears the cannon on Ticino's frontier
Then all her bells ring clear
And all her people cheer
left her even a name!
She who, when vengeance burst on France, the deepest hate could boast!
As follow on the Austrian tracks Guard, Zouave, Who eager chased from my last field the wrecks
Eastward they march, and round them lie their fathers' fields of fame,
Whence seems to come his voice who gave those fields historic name,
Castiglione cheers them, and Lonato bids them hail,
From Médole and Arcola come greetings on the gale,
Low down, where Mantua lies,
The notes of triumph rise,
And Rivoli, from yonder hills, in trumpet tone replies.
A hill-tower looks o'er Lombardy 'mid cypresses and vines
Where far to right, and far to left, extend the embattled lines,
Among the hills King Victor fights, by Garda's lake of blue,