Paris, Tuesday.—­The supposed author of the dynamite outrages, is the recipient of numerous presents in prison, sent him by male and female admirers, and persons anxious for his conversion and his autograph.  The edition of Thomas a Kempis, recently given him, is a most valuable antique copy; but he complains of the print as unsuited to his eyesight.

Melbourne. Later.—­The Solicitor engaged on behalf of our interesting prisoner has requested the Government to allow a commission, consisting of the medical superintendents at Broadmore, Hanwell and Colney Hatch, with six other English experts in insanity, to come out to Australia to inquire into the mental condition of the prisoner.  A telegram has also been despatched to Lord Salisbury requesting that the Lord chief justice of England and an Old Bailey Jury may be sent out to try the case; otherwise there will be “no chance of justice being done.”  The British PREMIER’s reply has not yet been received.  It is believed that he is consulting Mr. GOSCHEN about the probable cost of such a step.

Melbourne. Latest.—­Through the instrumentality of an Official connected with the prison, I am enabled to send you some important information concerning our prisoner which you may take as absolutely authentic.  His breakfast this morning consisted of buttered toast, coffee, and poached eggs.  He complained that the latter were not new-laid, and became very excited.  It has also transpired that he is strangely in favour of Imperial Federation, and he has declared to his gaolers that “The friendship between England and her Colonies ought to be cemented.”  This expression of opinion has created a profound sensation.

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The point of view.

(AS PRIVATE TOMMY ATKINS PUTS IT TO HIS COMRADE BILL.)

[In the Report of Lord WANTAGE’s Committee, it appears that our Home Army costs seventeen and a-half millions per annum.  The Duke of Cambridge doubts if we could rapidly mobilise one Army Corps.  Sir Evelyn Wood holds half the men under him at Aldershot are not equal to doing a day’s service, even in England.  The Duke of connaught says half the battalions under his command are no good for service, cannot even carry their kits, and are not fit to march.  Lord Wolseley, it is stated, compares the British Army to a “squeezed lemon.”]

  “Squeezed lemon!” That’s encouraging! 
    Wish Wolseley knew ’ow much it’s pleased us. 
  I’d like to arsk one little thing: 
    I wonder who it is who’s squeezed us? 
  The whole Report’s a thing to cheer;
    Makes us feel proud and pleased, oh! very! 
  And won’t the bloomin’ furrineer
    Over our horacles make merry?