“Missing a train is a terrible business, even if you miss nothing else in consequence; and the inner disarray, the blow and wrench to thoughts and feelings, is now often far worse than any mere upsetting of arrangements. A chasm suddenly gapes between present and future, and the river of life flows backwards, if but for a second. It is most fit and natural to lose one's temper, but the throwing out of so much moral ballast does not help one to overtake that train!“—Vernon Lee.

Going Away and Arriving.

“Followed the awful excitement of the railway station, where we were brigaded into various parties and given posts to guard while the business of taking tickets and seats was transacted. There was no play about it now; we were off in earnest amid the grim realities of trains and engines; and our excitement took an almost fearful thrill, as though we had started some tremendous machine which we could not stop… But I remember these occasions chiefly as being associated with calm weather, and long sunsets, and the faint salt smell of the sea across the darkness.”—Filson Young.

A Story With a Moral.

The headmaster of the local school, and family, arrived from New Plymouth recently, to take up his new duties (says the “Taumarunui Press”). Owing to the deplorable state of the road both lorries conveying the furniture, were bogged for hours, and considerable damage was done to the household effects.