tence, a terror to evildoers, and a joy to those who do well. Few men saw more of the seamy side of human nature; yet few men preserved to the last a more sunny faith in mankind, and especially in womankind. He was a veritable knight-errant, without plumes or blazoning. He sat in his den at Ely Place and ministered-often without fee and without other reward than that of the gratitude of those whom he had snatched from destruction-to all manner of distressful people. There was in him an inexhaustible fund of human sympathy irradiated by a kind of humour which made him one of the most lovable human beings of our time. My own acquaintance with him began in curious fashion. When the first number of "The Maiden Tribute" appeared, he advised the proprietor of the Pall Mall Gazette to dismiss me at once, and announce the fact in the next issue. His advice not having been taken, I went to see him. No sooner had I explained the true inwardness of "The Modern Babylon" articles than he became my stoutest champion and my fastest friend. He was one of the three or four who visited me in Coldbath Fields prison. He revised all the proofs of the "Langworthy Marriage" story. He backed me through thick and thin in all my battles, and always refused to accept a cent. Snowden Ward. Mr. H. Snowden Ward was very suddenly and unexpectedly called away last month from the scene of his active and useful labours. Mr. Snowden Ward was one of our earliest helpers at Bradford, and from the first days of the REVIEW OF REVIEWS he has always been a sympathetic and useful coadjutor of social reform with which the REVIEW OF REVIEWs has been identified. Mr. Snowden Ward edited various photographic papers and devoted much of his time in recent years to the celebration of the Dickens Centenary. He founded the Dickens Fellowship, and lectured both in this country and in America with the object of interesting the great reading community in the movement for doing honour to the great master. It was while on a lecturing tour in America that Mr. Snowden Ward was suddenly cut down in the midst of his labours. No more cheery, valiant soul ever shone more radiant with the reflected glory of the genius of the great novelist to whos memory he devoted his later years. Current History in Caricature. THE subject of the atrocities in Tripoli is treated in a I special number upon themselves. It was the Italians who burst into their neighbour's territory, uninvited massacred some four thousand women and children, and now are raising piteous howls to high heaven because they find some score or more Italian soldiers who have been subjected to atrocious treatment by way of reprisals. If there be anything in arithmetic, the whole point of the cartoon entitled "To William Stead" recoils upon the Italians, whose treacheries enormously exceed the maximum that has ever been alleged against the Turks; and the latter, after all, were merely defending their homesteads against an unprovoked foreign aggression. |