MY CARD BASKET (continued).

It is rather a large number of years since Mr. Fred Horner, the noted adapter of French plays and the would-be statesman, was not above looking after the most important financial part of a newspaper, i.e., the advertisements, in which he was much interested, and edited; and he was always a good worker in any venture he touched. I hope good fortune has come to him for his undoubted talent and energy combined.

Anyone at all versed in criminal law about thirty years ago must remember Mr. Martin Archer Shee. After his death his son, of the same name, was then old and clever enough to have a fairly good practice at Bow Street and City ways police and other courts; but he soon grew unreliable, and was more fond of pleasure than defending or prosecuting offenders against the law. And at last, in spite of good counsels and persuasions, he got into a bad state of health, and was persuaded to go on a sea voyage; where he went, or whether he returned, has gone out of my memory. However, I liked the young fellow very much, and have always thought that if he had had a good steady aim, he would have run many of the pleaders of about his own age in the courts very close for place and power.