On her arm was a basket, in which were two young chanticleers crowing lustily.
The poor girl said these were all she had, and she had brought them "to make soup for the Duchess, for she heard that was what the great people lived on, and it might save her life." This afternoon I went over by the railway to Derry with Lord Ernest to attend a meeting there.

The "Maiden City" stands picturesquely on the Foyle, and has a fine, though not large, cathedral of St.Colomb, restored only last year, of which it may be noted that the work never was undertaken while the Protestant Church of Ireland was established by law, and has been successfully carried out since the disendowment of that Church.

The streets were white with snow, but the meeting in the old Town Hall was largely attended.

It was, in fact, a sort of Orange symposium--tea being served at long tables, and the platform decorated with a pianoforte.

The Mayor of the city presided, and between the speeches, songs, mostly in the Pyramus or condoling vein, were sung by a local tenor of renown.