there was as much storage as a moderate-sized carpet bag, and here he had put away as travelling baggage a small copy of the New Testament, a well-thumbed Prayer Book, a number of tracts, and odds and ends, with an assortment of pills, which in his belief excelled the Egyptian miracles of Cagliostro. Between his fingers he usually paraded a card inscribed "The Reverend John L. Milton," but he soon got to be universally known as "the Doctor." I never could learn in what University or College he took his degree, or whether he was a D.D., M.D., L.L.D., or Mus. D.; but that he was "Doctor Milton" with the public, the publicans and sinners, the Magistrates, the Police, and the reporters was an accomplished fact. He was an almost constant visitor at the watchhouses, where he had the entré every hour of the twenty-four, waged open war upon the public-houses, and professed himself a reclaimer of fallen women. In the latter respect he went so far as to open a Refuge in a cottage in Spring Street, a few doors southward of the White Hart Hotel, where he soon got together half-a-dozen rescued lambs," a small flock out of which he netted considerable capital, for he made the establishment pay also. Occasional scandalous whisperings flew abroad in connection with this "Asylum," but in this respect I believe they were utterly groundless. With Finn, of the Herald, he was on the most cordial terms; but Curtis, of the Daily News, and he were often at drawn daggers, and sometimes in the public streets there would be a stiff scolding encounter between them. The Doctor on cold water was never an equal for Curtis on rum and no water. Milton would shake his head, uplift his hands, and protest that the other was a child of Belial, a man of sin, a lost soul, a vessel of unrighteousness-while Curtis would retort on him as a villainous old impostor, a hoary fraud, a thundering hypocrite, whose grey beard would yet descend in sorrow to the grave. In 1856, the Doctor, at much trouble and some outlay, got up a temperance demonstration at the Mechanics' Institute. Placards and advertisements were not spared, and through brisk beating up there was an assemblage of some hundreds. The newspapers were rather sick of the great temperance missionary, and the reporters attending the meetings had each instructions to cut down the affair to short paragraphs. There were three of them there, including Curtis, in anything but a teetotal condition. Prior to the commencement of business, Milton, approaching the Press table, expressed a hope that as the meeting would undoubtedly be a marked success, a lengthy report would be published the next morning, and if favoured so far this time, he should never forget it. Curtis led Milton to believe that each newspaper would give a four-column report of the proceedings, and the reporters would consequently be engaged the greater part of the night in writing out their reports. If they were supplied with suitable refreshments the published reports would be considerably the better for it, and if the doctor would cash out for such a good purpose the great cause he had so much at heart would be immensely the gainer. The plausibility of the Curtis "gammoning" so worked upon Milton that he actually slipped Curtis three sovereigns-one each for the fellows who were to do such wonders. When the conference concluded Curtis rejoined his friends, and requested that whenever Milton looked towards them during the proceedings to pretend to be working zealously with their pencil-scratching, for a reason he would afterwards detail to them. Returning from the meeting, Curtis informed his colleagues of what has been related, who, hastening with their paragraphs to their respective offices, gave them in, and then repaired to a favourite tavern where they had a sumptuous supper and made a night of it, at the Doctor's expense, in more than one sense of the phrase. When Milton, next day, eagerly consulted the newspapers, he could not believe his eyes, for in lieu of four columns, there was something like a four-line notice in each. He had been completely bitten, but he saw that, under the circumstances, to bear in silence was his best course; and he afterwards spoke bitterly whenever the "do" was jokingly referred to. He protested over and over that it was the most fraudulent and disgraceful transaction his experience had ever known in a world of sin and crime.
Finn and the Amateur Politician.
Previous to each Annual Licensing Session some of the reporters would gather in some gleanings; for a person applying for a new license, or the keeper of a tavern marked by the police,
