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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 14, Issue 730, 28 October 1869, Page 3

THE WINNER OF THE QUEEN’S PRIZE. Some stories are told by the London correspondent of a Scottish journal respecting Angus Cameron, the winner of the Queen’s Prize at Wimbledon this year and 1866. Here is a story of 1866 : —Many north-country readers will no doubt remember a very worthy man named John Anderson, who was for many years a teetotal lecturer in connexion with the Scottish Temperance League. Mr Anderson has now established a temperance hotel in London, to which a good many sober Scots resort, and among others Angus Cameron, before and after the Wimbledon meeting. He had won for the first time the Queen’s Prize, and had gone quietly away to bed in this hostelry, giving Anderson strict injunctions not to allow him to be molested. About eleven o’clock p.ra., a “howling” swell driving a mail phaeton came to the door, and imperiously demanded to see “ little Came ron.” “ He’s gaen till's bed,” quoth Anderson. “ Never mind that,” replied the swell, “ call him down at once.” “ I canna tak’ it upon mysel’ to be sae rude to ony gentleman stoppin’ in my hoose.” “ Get out of the road, then,” was the angry response of the man with the thousand-a-year whiskers, “ and I’ll go up and find him myself.” “ Weel, weel, sir,” quietly quoth Anderson, “I canna stop ye if sae be ye’re determined; but its my duty tae warn ye that my hoose is full o’ unco Scotsmen that ha’e heard sic stories o’ the pliskies o’ English robbers, that ilka ane is sleepin’ wi’ a pistol aneath his head, and, if ye dinna happen on the richt bedroom, I wadna gi’e tippence for your life,” The swell recoiled from the prospect of revolver bullets fired by Scots in terror of robbers, and grumblingly took his departure, leaving Angus to his slumbers, MISCELLANEOUS. At Orleans, a lion in a wild beast show snatched an infant out of its mother’s arms and devoured it. Her husband got a gun and shot the animal. | The mother became insane,