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I die! not realise till I read a letter in "Country Life" (a correspondent writes to "John o' London") what a picturesque place of sepulture was chosen for the cromated remains of Maurice Hewlett, that fine novelist and poet. At his own desire they were laid in the wild countryside whieli he loved so well. They rest at the foot of a typical Wiltshire down between the valley of the Nadder and the Vale of Chalk, in the midst of a fine stretch of open country. A plain white stone marks the spot and bears the following inscription:— Maurice Hewlett, 3861-19-3. Poet. What then? To fold the hands, Your work hour over and done, Knowing you leave your lands Tha better for your aon. Thankful he stands To reap what you have woji. Early next year (an exchange we shall see the "Diary of - Frederick Cavendish," arid certain to be one of the most 11 iiiß records of a woman s life ._ p< j v saw the light. A frightful tragedy made her a widow, when her » was assassinated in *l,l cr v she stood like an angel "S™ 18 * *l* c £ for vengeance. »f very much more■. B°r ~e ]ated to married to a Uous «. several other of the 01 Gla 7 lstonian , especially Ronoiir t0 and at one tim Frederick moved PnTeSaTcirSf and she had both an eye and a P Ol1 *