A tall athletic fellow advanced and making his salaam to the gallery, threw himself on the ground. After performing several strange antics, he placed his head downwards with his heels in the air, raised his arms and crossed them over his breast and balanced himself upon his head.
A cup containing 16 brass balls was now put into his hands. These he took out severally, threw them into the air and kept all 16 in constant motion. He crossed them and caused them to describe all sorts of figures, and didn't allow one of them to reach the ground.
When he had thus shown his dexterity for a few minutes, a slight man approached, climbed up his body with singular agility and stood upright upon the inverted feet of the performer, who was still on his head. A second cup containing 16 balls was handed to the smaller man who commenced throwing them until the whole were in the air.
Thirty-two balls were now in motion, and with the rays of the sun falling upon their polished surfaces, the jugglers appeared in the midst of a shower of gold. The effect was singular and the dexterity displayed by them quite amazing. They were as steady as if they had been fixed into stone, and no motions save the movements of their hands and heads were visible. At length the upper man caught all his balls, replaced them in his cup and sprang to the ground. His companion was almost as quickly upon his legs.
Messrs. Hamley Bros. of London have sent us the following sad report of the sorrowful and untimely end of "Anglo, Australia's Greatest Juggler and Equilibrist." Anglo paid Messrs. Hamley a visit shortly before he sailed for his native land, Australia. The terrible misfortunes which doggered his steps after his arrival there are best made known by means of extracts from his letter, dated May 11, 1904, at His Majesty's Gaol in Adelaide:
Dear Messrs. Hamley:
I thought that I would just drop you a line to tell you of my misfortune. Since I left London, I have had varied luck. The first thing on landing at Adelaide I was greeted with the news of my wife's death, which took place two days before. A few months after I married again, and then my troubles commenced afresh.
My second marriage was in every way a complete failure. I had no idea what sort of a woman I was taking for my wife. Everything that I could do to try and live with her in happiness was futile. She so worried me that I hardly knew what I was doing. She left me after we had been married 3-1/2 months and went home to her people. Had she been satisfied and contented with leaving me, all would have been well, but unfortunately for me such was not the case.
She used to carry on with other men and one Saturday night I met her in the street. I got wild and shot her dead. You may quite imagine my position then. I, of course, was put on trial and the jury brought in a verdict against me. So tomorrow, the 12th, I die. I do not think that I have any more to write about, so will thank you in anticipation and wishing you all success and a long farewell, I am,
Yours Sincerely, T. Horton.