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Poverty Bay Standard, Volume XI, Issue 1259, 26 January 1883, Page 3

"Atlas” in the "World” writes:—"l have the following story on the very best authority. On the morning of the intended attack on Tel-el-KeUr —it being above all things necessary that the surprise should be effected before dawn—Sir Garnet Wolseley, while waiting for the completion of preparations, held in his hand a repeating chronometer, given him by the late Lord Airey, which from time to time kept striking. It had warned him of half-past four, and he thought he had yet an hour's dark, when he saw a ray of light rising above the horizon. Turning to Major Butler, he said, in almost despairing tones, * We are done this time—there's the dawn!' But the light did not increase ; on the contrary, in a few moments it vanished. And Sir Garnet afterwards found that what ho had seen was the tail of the new comet—-its first appearance in Egypt!”

The widow of Dr. Tanner, of farting celebrity, was separated from her husband, and the cause of the divorce, if we are to trust the account that has found its way into some of the French papers, is not a little curious. The doctor held, among other curioue theories on the subject of diet, that a man's character was largely influenced by the nature of the food of which he partook. French beans, for instance, produced, he considered, an irascible tendency ; carrots rendered people timid and sullen ; turnips made them kind and amiable. To test his theories he put his wife on an exclusive regimen of French beans, with the result of exasperating that lady's temper very much after a week of it. The doctor, proud of his confirmation of his theory, now proposed to correct the effects obtained by providing an equally exclusive dietary of turnips; but the lady, objecting to be made the subject of any further scientific experiments, and perhaps entertaining doubts of the doctor’s sanity, applied for a divorce and obtained it.

The 50th year of Mr Gladstone’s life as a member of Parliament would, says a Home paper received by the last mail, be completed on December 13. The portrait of Mr Gladstone which celebrate this auspicious event is now exhibited in the lobby of the House of Commons, and is being largely bought by men of both parties. Mr Gladstone is sitting in holiday attire, looking quite free from care, as though the burden of the Empire were nothing at 70 years of age By him stands Mrs Gladstone—a very fine portrait—proud enough to have been the companion of her husband for 43 years of the 50 he has spent in Parliament.