He has a serene, confidential, well-old-pal-how-are-you way of regarding Tyrrell, his keeper.

[Illustration: "THINK I COULD MANAGE THAT BEETLE, TYRRELL?"]

[Illustration: "DON'T SQUEEZE SO, TYRRELL!"

] [Illustration: "STOW THAT, TYRRELL!"

Tyrrell's private performance with the Adorned C. is one that irresistibly reminds the spectator of Lieutenant Cole's with his figures, and would scarcely be improved by ventriloquism itself.

This is why Tyrrell holds the Adorned C. pretty tight whenever he touches him.

Tyrrell touches him gently, cautiously, and repeatedly on the back until the annoyance is no longer to be tolerated, and then the Adorned C. duly barks like a terrier.

] [Illustration: "TYRRELL FEEDS ME."

There I read: "Here stood the oak-tree on which an arrow shot by Sir Walter Tyrrell at a stag glanced and struck King William II., surnamed Rufus, on the breast, of which stroke he instantly died on the 2nd August 1100.

My debt is great also to Professors Tyrrell and Purser, whose labours have provided us with a text of Cicero's letters which we can use with confidence; the citations from these letters have all been verified in the new Oxford text edited by Professor Purser.

M. Boissier has written a delightful essay on him in his Cicéron et ses amis, and Professor Tyrrell has done the like in the introduction to the fourth volume of his edition of Cicero's letters; but they have treated him less as a type of the youth of his day than as the friend and pupil of Cicero.

A fragment of a speech of his preserved by Quintilian shows, as Professor Tyrrell observes, wonderful power of graphic and picturesque utterance.

I. Professor Tyrrell calls this letter a rhetorical exercise; is it not rather one of those in which Cicero is taking pains to write, therefore writing less easily and naturally than usual?]

SEE Johnson, J. B. TYRRELL,

Mabel L. Tyrrell (A); 3Oct56; R177735.

Containing Missouri annotations prepared by Tyrrell Williams & Alphonse George Eberle.

WILLIAMS, TYRRELL.

SEE Johnson, J. B. TYRRELL,

Mabel L. Tyrrell (A); 3Oct56; R177735.

Lady Tyrrell's ponies were tinkling up to the door of the hotel where the meeting was to be held, and her gracious smile recalled Cecil's good-humour; Raymond saw them to their seats, and then had to go and take the chair himself on the platformfirst, however, introducing his wife to such of the ladies present as he recollected.

She was absolutely vexed when Lady Tyrrell took him into the house, though he was her protege, only because it was not done in her way.

" "So you seem to have found it, to judge by your cheeks," said Lady Tyrrell.

For Cecil was producing from the shelves of various pieces of furniture a large stock of fancy articlesSwiss carvings, Spa toys, Genevese ornaments, and Japanese curiosities, which, as Lady Tyrrell said, "rivalled her own accumulation, and would serve to carry off the housewives and pen-wipers on which all the old maids of Wil'sbro' were employed.

Lady Tyrrell did not know, nor indeed did Conny or Bee, that, though they would meet their mother in London, she would not at once go into Yorkshire with them, but would send them to their uncle's, while she repaired to the retreat at St. Faith's.

" "I must leave you, Lady Tyrrell, if you will not control yourself.