Men of Muscle, and the Highland Games of Scotland, etc.

MEN OF ;\lUSCLE. ing there, he proceeded to South Africa, and toured the late Republics and Natal and Cape Colony. Dinnie returned home two years ago. After showing in London he went north to his native country, where, strange to say, a most cold and disappoint– ing reception was accorded him. In many of the towns, scenes of former triumphs, he could barely cover expenses. Discouraged and sick at heart, he came to Glasgow and opened dining-rooms in Crookston Street, South Side. Here he remained for about twelve months, when he removed to a similar establishment in the Old Govan Road, not a stone throw from where, twenty-five years ago, in the Vale of Clyde running grounds, he had won more money in prizes in one day than he now draws for a whole week, Sunday included. Little did Donal' think when competing within sight of his present shop-the Cessnock Dock now occupies the space where the games were held-that he would ever come to serving out twopenny fish suppers. It makes us sad when we think of it, and sadder when we see this greatest of all athletes, still dressed in the kilt, and as full of independence as ever, serving the humblest of humanity with fish and potatoes for twopence, or penny cups of tea. Where have the writers of romance produced a character equal to Donald Dinnie? He has seen the sunny time of youth open out before him smiling with promise. He has tested himself against the best of Scottish manhood, and been easily victorious. He has felt the joy of applause and had prizes and presents showered upon him. He has been met on all sides by praise, smiles, and flattery. Every– body wished to shake hands with the great Donal'. Gentle– men pressed him to dine with them, champagne, the finest cigars-nothing was too good for him. His very name sounded like a charm. "It's Donald Dinnie who wants it," was quite enough, the request was immediately granted. "' ..