One evening Mr. Courtnay Fox, the London correspondent of the Edinburgh Chronicle, was as usual in his own room in the office in Fleet-street, when a card was brought to him. "Show the gentleman up," said he to the boy. A couple of seconds thereafter Vincent Harris made his appearance. "Mr. Fox?" said he, inquiringly. The heavy-built journalist did not rise to receive his visitor; he merely said- "Take a chair. What can I do for you?"