never before the paramount necessity of mobilizing the forces racial progress and increasing the numbers of our population.  Not a man, not a woman can be spared from the great task in which they are now engaged, of defeating the common enemy.  Side by side with our American cousins, with la belle France, and the Queen of the Adriatic, we are fighting to avert the greatest menace which ever threatened civilization.  Our cruel enemies are strong and ruthless.  While I have any say in this matter, no man or woman shall be withdrawn from the sacred cause of victory; better they should die to the last unit than that we should take our hands from the plough.  But, ladies and gentlemen, we must never forget that in the place of every one who dies we must put two.  Do not be content with ordinary measures; these are no piping times of peace.  Never was there in the history of this country such a crying need for—­for twins, if I may put it picturesquely.  In each family, in each home where there are no families, let there be two babies where there was one, for thus only can we triumph over the devastation of this war.”  At this moment the now considerable audience, which had hitherto been silent, broke into a shrill “’Ear, ’ear!” and Mr. Lavender, taking his hand from the acacia branch to silence them, fell off the wall into the garden.  Seeing her master thus vanish, Blink, who had never ceased to whine and sniff his toes, leaped over and landed on his chest.  Rising with difficulty, Mr. Lavender found himself in front of an elderly man with a commercial cast of countenance, who said:  “You’re trespassing!”

“I am aware of it,” returned Mr. Lavender and I beg your pardon.  It was quite inadvertent, however.

“Rubbish!” said the man.

“I fell off the wall.”

“Whose wall do you think it is?” said the man.

“How should I know?” said Mr. Lavender; “I am a stranger.”

“Out you go,” said the man, applying his boot to Blink.

Mr. Lavender’s eyes blazed.  “You may insult me,” he said, “but you must not kick my dog, or I shall do you an injury.”

“Try!” said the man.

“I will,” responded Mr. Lavender, taking off his holland coat.

To what extremities he would have proceeded cannot be told, for at this moment the old lady who had taken him for a shepherd appeared on the path, tapping her forehead with finger.

“All right!” said the owner of the garden, “take him away.”

The old lady laced her hand within Mr. Lavender’s arm.  “Come with me, sir,” she said, “and your nice doggie.”

Mr. Lavender, whose politeness to ladies was invariable, bowed, and resuming his coat accompanied her through the ’garden gate.  “He kicked my dog,” he said; “no action could be more despicable.”

“Yes, yes,” said the old lady soothingly.  “Poor doggie!”

The crowd, who had hoped for better things, here gave vent to a prolonged jeer.