PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI

VOLUME 104, MAY 27TH 1893

edited by Sir Francis Burnand

AN APPEAL FOR INSPIRATION. 

 [Mr. LEWIS MORRIS has been requested to write an ode on the approaching Royal Marriage. ]

 AWAKE my Muse, inspire your LEWIS MORRIS To pen an ode! to be another Horris! "HORACE" I should have written, but in place of it You see the word--well, I'm within an _ace_ of it. Awake my muse! strike up! your bard inspire To write this--"by particular desire. " Wet towels! Midnight oil! Here! Everything That can induce the singing bard to sing. Shake me, Ye Nine! I'm resolute, I'm bold! Come, Inspiration, lend thy furious hold! MORRIS on Pegasus! Plank money down! I'll back myself to win the Laureate's Crown!

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THE CHIEF SECRETARY'S MUSICAL PERFORMANCE, WITH ACCOMPANIMENT. --Mr. JOHN MORLEY arrived last Friday at Kingston. He went to Bray. He was "accompanied" by the Under Secretary. Surely the Leader of theOpposition, now at Belfast, won't lose such a chance as this item ofnews offers. 

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THE "WATER-CARNIVAL. "--Good idea! But a very large proportion of thosewhom the show attracts would be all the better for a Soap-and-WaterCarnival. Old Father Thames might be considerably improved by theprocess. 

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[Illustration: A RESERVED SEAT. 

_Mistress. _ "WELL, JAMES, HOW DID YOU LIKE THE SHOW? I HOPE YOU GOT AGOOD VIEW. "

_Jim. _ "YES THANKYE, M'M; I SAW IT FIRST-RATE. THERE WAS ROOM FUR FOUROR FIVE MORE WHERE I WAS. "

_Mistress (surprised). _ "INDEED!--WHERE WAS THAT?"

_Jim. _ "IN THE PARK, M'M, --UP A CHES'NUT TREE. "]

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ODDS BOBBILI!

 (_The Rajah of Bobbili arrived by P. & O. At Marseilles, where he was received by Col. Humphrey on behalf of the Queen. _)

 There was a gay Rajah of Bobbili Who felt when a steamer on wobblely, "Delighted, " says he, "Colonel HUMPHREY to see, " So they dined and they drank hobby-nobbeley. 

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IS THE _TIMES_ ALSO AMONG THE PUNSTERS?--In its masterly, or ratherschool-masterly, article last Saturday, on "The Divisions on theHome-Rule Bill, " written with the special intention of whipping up theUnionist absentees, the _Times_ said, "There is an opinion that, witha measure so far-reaching in its character as the Home-Rule Bill, pairing should be resorted to as sparingly as possible. " The eyegifted with a three-thousand-joke-search-light power sees the pun atonce, and reproduces it italicised, to be read aloud, thus--"_Pairing_should be resorted to _as pairingly_ as possible. " What shall he havewho makes a pun in the _Times_? Our congratulations. Henceforth, tothe jest-detectors this new development may prove most interesting. 

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IMPERIAL INSTITUTE NOTICE AT THE RECEPTION. --"Guests must retaintheir wraps and _Head Coverings_. " Evidently no bald men admitted. 

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AUSTRALIAN SONG IN MINOR KEY FOR ANY NUMBER OF VOICES. --"_I Know a Bank!_"

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A BUSINESS LETTER. 

 ["Marriage is daily becoming a more commercial affair. " --_A Society Paper. _]

 DEAR FRED, --Your favour of the 3rd, Has had my very best attention, But yet I cannot, in a word, Accept you on the terms you mention; Indeed, wherever you may try, According to the last advices You'll meet, I fear, the same reply-- "It can't be done, at current prices!"

 In vain an ancient name you show, In vain for intellect are noted, Blue blood and brains, you surely know, At nominal amounts are quoted; And then, I see, you're weak enough To offer "love, sincere, unstudied, "-- Why, Sir, with such Quixotic stuff The market's absolutely flooded!

 But--every day this fact confirms-- The time is over for romances, And whether we can come to terms Depends alone on your finances. So, would you think me over-bold If I, with deference, requested A statement of what funds you hold? In what securities invested?

 For, candidly, in such affairs A speedy bid your only chance is, A boom in Yankee millionnaires May soon result in marked advances; With you I'd willingly be wed, To like you well enough I'm able, But first submit your bank-book, FRED, To your (perhaps) devoted MABEL!

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SUSPIRIA. 

(_By a Fogey. _)

 I would I were a boy! Not for the tarts we once were fain to eat, The penny ice, the jumble sticky-sweet, The tip's deciduous joy--

 Not; for the keen delight Of break-neck 'scapes, the charm of getting wet, The joy of battle (strongest when you get Two other chaps to fight). 

 No! times have changed since then. The social whirlpool has engulfed the boys; Robb'd of their simple, hardy, rowdy joys, They start from scratch as men. 

 The winners in the race! Secure of worship, each his triumphs tells, Weighing with faintly-praising syllables The fairest form and face. 

 Once, in the mazy crush, Ingenuous youth, half timid, and half proud, By girlhood's pity had its claims allow'd, And worshipp'd with a blush. 

 Time was when tender years Would hug sweet sorrow to the heart, and blur The cross-barr'd bliss of the confectioner With crushed affection's tears. 

 That humbleness is sped, The vivid blazon of self-conscious youth, The unwilling witness to whole-hearted truth, Ne'er troubles boyhood's head. 

 Now with a solemn pride, Lord of the future's limitless expanse, The Stoic stripling tolerates the dance Weary, yet dignified. 

 Propping the mirror'd wall, No joy of motion, no desire to please, Thaws those high-collar'd Caryatides, Inane, imperial. 

 Girls, with their collars too, Their mannish maskings, and their unveil'd eyes, Would feel, if girls can be surprised, surprise Should courteous worship woo. 

 From their exalted place The boys their favours dole, as seems them well, Woman's calm tyrants, showing, truth to tell, More tolerance than grace. 

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DOUBLE RIDDLE. --Why is a whist-player, fast asleep after his fifthgame, like one of the latest-patented cabs? Because he can be brieflyalluded to as "Rubber Tires. " (_Riddle adaptable also to exhaustedmanipulator in Turkish Bath after a hard day's work. _)

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[Illustration: THE MONEY-BOXING KANGAROO. (_Knocked-Out--for the Time!_)]

 Pity the sorrows of a poor "Old Man, " Whose pouch is emptied of its golden store; Whose girth seems dwindling to its shortest span, Who needs relief, and needs it more and more. 

 _Punch's_ appeal for the marsupial martyr Is based upon an ancient nursery model; But he will find that he has caught a Tartar, Who hints that _Punch_ is talking heartless twaddle. 

 Knocked out this round, and verily no wonder! The Money-boxing Kangaroo is plucky: But when a chance-blow smites the jaw like thunder, A champion may succumb to fluke unlucky. 

 The Australian Cricketers in their first game Went down; but BLACKHAM'S bhoys high hopes still foster; Duffers who think 'twill always be the same, Reckoned without their GIFFEN! Just ask GLO'STER!

 So our pouched pugilist, though his chance _looks_ poor, Will come up smiling soon, surviving failure; And an admiring ring will shout once more, (_Pardon the Cockney rhyme!_) "Advance, Australia!!!"

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THE ARMS (AND LEGS) OF THE ISLE OF MAN. --At a discussion onSunday-trading, one day last month, there was an attempt made to raisea question as to breach of privilege. The Speaker, however, stoppedthis at the outset, advising them that they "hadn't a leg to standupon. " Very little advantage in having three legs on such an occasion. The odd part of these Manx-men's legs is that they are their arms. It was originally selected as pictorially exhibiting the innocentcharacter of the Manx Islanders. For their greatest enemy must ownthat "the strange device" of the three legs is utterly 'armless. 

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THE END OF THE DROUGHT. 

(_By a Cab-horse. _)

 Don't talk to us in praise of rain! When we are slipping once again; This beastly shower Has made wood-pavements thick with slime. Suppose you try another time, By mile or hour;

 See how you'd like to trot and trip, To stop and stagger, slide and slip, Pulled up affrighted, Urged madly on, then checked once more, Whilst from some omnibus's door Some lout alighted. 

 You would not find much cause to laugh, Like us, you would not care for chaff Were you such draggers; Your shoes would soon be off, or worn, You'd get, what we don't often, corn, And end with staggers. 

 You'd long to be put out to grass, Infrequent so far with your class-- NEBUCHADNEZZAR Was quite an isolated case-- You would be tired of life's long-race; Slaves who in Fez are, On the Sahara could not bear Such toil as falleth to our share, For death would free them. You say the farmer wants the wet For meadows; pray do not forget We never see them. 

 Philanthropists, why don't you walk? Of slaves' hard lives you blandly talk, Like "Uncle TOM"--nay, You think what your own horses do, But we--there, get along with you! _Allez vous promener!_

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CHANGE ITS NAME!--An estate in the Island of Fowlness, Essex, of 382acres, was put up to auction last week, and, according to the _DailyNews_ there was only one bid at a little short of eight pounds peracre. "The property was withdrawn. " This step was judicious andcorrect. It was an act of fairness to Fowlness. But then, does itsound nice for anyone to say, "I'm living in the midst of Fowlness"?It may be a Paradise, but it doesn't sound like it. 

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[Illustration: MISUNDERSTOOD. 

_Little Girl. _ "OH, MAMMA, I'M SO GLAD YOU HAD SUCH A PLEASANT DINNERAT THE VICARAGE. AND--WHO TOOK YOU IN?"

_Mother. _ "WHO TOOK _ME_ IN, DEAR CHILD! NO MAN EVER TOOK _ME_ IN. NOT EVEN YOUR DEAR FATHER; FOR WHEN I MARRIED HIM, I KNEW ALL HISFAULTS!"]

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The Mellor of the C. 

AIR--_"The Miller of the Dee. "_

 There was a jolly MELLOR, The Chairman of Com-mit_tee_; They worried him from noon till night-- "No lark is this!" sighed he; And this the burden of his song For ever seems to be, "I care for e-ve-rybody, --why Does nobody care for me?"

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VESTRIES, PLEASE COPY!--Sir RICHARD TEMPLE has announced a reductionof the School-Board Rate by a farthing in the pound. May he neverbecome a ruined Temple owing to such economies! The Rate-payers willbe grateful for even a fraction of a penny, so long as it is not animproper fraction. This sort of saving is far better than squabblingover Theology. Says _Mr. Punch_ to Schoolboardmen, "Rate the publiclightly, and don't rate each other at all!"

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NEW SARUM VERSION OF "_DERRY DOWN_. "--"Derry _up!_ up! Up, Derry, up!"

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Poor Letter H. 

SCENE--_Undergraduate's Room in St. Boniface's College, Oxford. Breakfast time. _

_Servant. _ I see, Sir, you don't like the butter. Summer _h_air willget to it this 'ot weather. 

_Testy Undergrad. _ Confound it, LUKER, I don't mind the--ahem--hair, but kindly let me have my butter bald the next time!

 [_He had swallowed a hair. _

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_Under the Great Seal_ is a new work by Mr. JOSEPH HATTON. The BusyBaron hath not yet had time to read it, but, from answers given to his"fishing interrogatories, " he gathers that international piscatorialquestions are ably discussed in the work. JOSEPH has lost a chance innot dedicating it to SEALE-HAYNE, M. P. , and, instead of being broughtout by HUTCHINSON & Co. , it ought to have been published by SEELEY. However, even JOSEPHUS HATTONENSIS can't think of everything, thoughhe does write on most things. 

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AT THE NEW GALLERY. 

IN THE CENTRAL HALL. 

_A Potential Purchaser (meeting a friend). _ Ha--just come in to take alook round, eh? So did I. Fact is--(_with a mixture of importanceand apology_) I rather thought of _buying_ a picture here, if I seeanything that takes my _fancy_--y' know. 

_His Friend (impressed). _ Not many who can afford to throw money awayon pictures, these hard times!

_The P. P. (anxious to disclaim any idea of recklessness). _ Just thetime to pick 'em up cheap, if you know what you're about. And you see, we've had the drawing-room done up, and the wife wants something tofill up the space over her writing-table, between the fireplace andone of the windows. She was to have met me here, but she couldn't turnup, so I shall have to do it all myself--unless you'll come and helpme through with it?

_His Friend. _ Oh, if I can be of any use--What sort of thing do youwant?

_The P. P. _ Well, that's the difficulty. She says it must match thenew paper. I've brought a bit in my pocket with me. His Friend. Thenyou can't go _very_ far wrong!

_The P. P. _ I don't know. It's a sort of paper that--here, I'd bettershow it you. (_He produces a sample of fiery and untamed colour. _)That'll give you an _idea_ of it. 

_His Friend (inspecting it dubiously). _ Um--yes. I see you'll have tobe _careful_. 

_The P. P. _ Careful, my dear fellow! I assure you I've been allthrough the Academy, and there wasn't a thing there that could standit for a single moment--not even the R. A. 's!

 [_They enter the West Room. _

IN THE WEST ROOM. 

_An Insipid Young Person (before_ Mr. TADEMA'S "_UnconsciousRivals_"). Yes, that's _marble_, isn't it?

 [_Smiles with pleasure at her own penetration. _

_Her Mother (cautiously). _ I _imagine_ so. (_She refers toCatalogue. _) Oh! I see it's a Tadema, so of _course_ it's marble. He'sthe great _man_ for it, you know!

_First Painter (who had nothing ready to send in this year). _ H'm, yes. Can't say I care about the way he's placed his azalea. I shouldhave kept it more to the left, myself. 

_Second Painter (who sent in, but is not exhibiting). _ Compositionwants bringing together, and the colour scheme is a littleunfortunate, but--(_generously_) I shouldn't call it altogether _bad_. 

_First Painter (more grudgingly). _ Oh, you can see what he was_trying_ for--only--well, it's not the way _I_ should have gone aboutit. 

 [_They pass on tolerantly. _

_The I. Y. P. _ Can you make this picture out, Mamma? "_The Track ofthe Strayed?_" The Strayed _what_?

_Her Mother. _ Sheep, I should suppose, my dear--but it would havebeen more satisfactory certainly if the animal had been shown _in_ thepicture. 

_The I. Y. P. _ Yes, ever so much. Oh, here's a portrait of Mr. GLADSTONE reading the Lessons in Hawarden Church. I _do_ likethat--don't you?

_Her Mother. _ I'm not sure that I do, my dear. I wonder they permittedthe Artist to paint any portrait--even Mr. GLADSTONE'S--duringservice!

_The P. P. (before another canvas). _ Now that's about the size I want;but I'm not sure that my wife would quite care about the _subject_. 

_His Friend. _ I'm rather fond of these allegorical affairs myself--fora drawing-room, you know. 

_The P. P. _ Well, I'll just try the paper against it. (_He appliesthe test, and shakes his head. _) "There, you _see_--knocks it all topieces at once!"

[Illustration: "There, you _see_--knocks it all to pieces at once!"]

_His Friend. _ I was afraid it would, y' know. How will _this_ doyou--_"A Naiad"?_

_The P. P. _ I shouldn't object to it myself, but there's the Wife tobe considered--and then, a _Naiad_--eh?

_His friend. _ She's half _in_ the water. 

_The P. P. _ Yes, but then--those lily-leaves in her hair, you know, and--and coming up all dripping like that--no, it's hardly worth whilebringing out the paper again!

_The I. Y. P. _ Isn't this queer--"_Neptune's Horses_"?--They _can't_be intended to represent _waves_, surely!

_Her Mother. _ It's impossible to tell what the Painter intended, mydear, but I never saw waves so like horses as that. 

IN THE NORTH ROOM. 

_The I. Y. P. "Cain's First Crime. "_ Why, he's only feeding a stork! Idon't see any crime in that. 

_Her Mother. _ He's giving it a live lizard, my dear. 

_The I. Y. P. _ But storks _like_ live lizards, don't they? And ADAMand EVE are looking on, and don't seem to mind. 

_Her Mother. _ I expect that's the moral of it. If they'd taken it awayfrom him, and punished him at the time, he wouldn't have turned out sobadly as he did--but it's too late to think of that _now_!

_A Matter-of-fact Person (behind). _ I wonder, now, where he got his_authority_ for that incident. It's new to _me_. 

IN THE BALCONY. 

_The Mother of the I. Y. P. _ Oh, CAROLINE, _you_'ve got theCatalogue--just see what No. 288 is, there's a dear. It seems to bea country-house, and they're having dinner in the garden, and someof the guests have come late, and without dressing, and there's thehostess telling them it's of no consequence. What's the title--"_TheUninvited Guests_, " or "_Putting them at their Ease_, " or what?

_The I. Y. P. _ It only says, _"The Rose-Garden at Ashridge_(containing portraits of the Earls of PEMBROKE and BROWNLOW, theCountesses of ----"). 

 [_She reads out the list to the end. _

_Her Mother. _ What a _nice_ picture! Though one would have thoughtsuch smart folks wouldn't have come to dinner in riding-boots, and shawls, and things--but of course they can afford to be lessparticular. And the dessert is beautifully done!

IN THE SOUTH ROOM. 

_The I. Y. P. _ Why, here are "_Neptune's Horses" again!_ Don't youremember we saw a picture of them before? But I like this better, because here you get Neptune and his chariot. 

_Her Mother. _ He's made his horses a little too like fish, for mytaste. 

_The I. Y. P. _ I suppose they _were_ a sort of fish--and after all, one isn't expected to believe in all that nowadays, is one? So itdoesn't really matter. 

_First Horsey Man. _ Tell you what, Old Neptune'll come to awful griefwith that turn-out of his in another second. 

_Second H. M. _ Rather--regular bolt--and no ribbons to hold 'em by, either!

_First H. M. _ Rummy idea, having cockleshells on the traces. 

_Second H. M. _ Oh, I don't know--one of the Hussar regiments has 'em. 

_First H. M. _ Ah, so they have. I suppose that's where he got theidea. 

 [_They go out, feeling that the picture is satisfactorily accounted for. _

_The P. P. (before a small canvas). _ Yes, this is the right thing atlast. The paper doesn't seem to put it out in the least, and the sortof subject, you know, that _no_ one can object to. I've quite fallenin love with it. I don't care what it costs--I positively _must_ haveit. I'm sure the wife will be as fond of it as I am. I only hope it'snot sold--here, let's go and see. 

 [_They go. _

AT THE SECRETARY'S TABLE. 

_The P. P. (turning over the priced Catalogue). _ Ah, here it is!It's unsold--it's marked down at--(_his face falls_)--eleven--eleven--that's _rather_ over my limit. (_To his Friend. _) Do you mindwaiting while I try the paper on it once more? (_His Friend consents;the P. P. Returning, after an interval_. ) No, I had my doubts fromthe beginning--it _won't_ do, after all!

_His Friend. _ But I thought you said the paper didn't put it out?

_The P. P. _ It doesn't--but the picture takes all the shine out of thepaper. 

_His Friend. _ I suppose you couldn't very well change the paper--eh?

_The P. P. _ Change the paper?--when it's only been up a week, and costseven-and-six the piece! My _dear_ fellow, what are you talking about?No, no--I must see if I can't get a picture to match it at MAPLE'S, that's all. 

_His Friend (vaguely). _ Yes, I suppose they understand all that sortof thing there. 

 [_They go out, relieved at having arrived at a decision. _

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[Illustration: CARNIVOROUS. 

(_On Hospitable Thoughts intent. _)

"OH, THEY'RE TOO MANY TO HAVE TO EAT ALL TOGETHER, PAPA! LET'S KNOCKOFF THE CHILDREN FOR TEA. "

"YES; AND WE CAN DO WITH THE FATHER AND MOTHER FOR DINNER, YOU KNOW!"]

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SHAKSPEARE ON ULSTER. 

TO MR. PUNCH, SIRR, --You're a patriot, divil a less. 

Is it fair, I ask you, Sirr, is it fair to quote the Universal Bardagainst us Ulster, _et ne plus_ Ulster, Loyalists? Yet this is theline which a man who used to call himself "a friend of mine" sendsme, and he puts a drawing with it, which I can't, and won't reproduce, representing a moon up in the sky, labelled "Home Rule, " and a packof wolves (a pack of idiots, for all they're like wolves, for thatmatter), on which he writes "Ulster, " with their mouths open, looking up at it. And this, he says, is an illustration of a line inSHAKSPEARE, "The howling of Irish wolves against the moon, "

which you'll find in _As You Like It_ (whether you like it or not), Act V. , Sc. 2. If the O'CHAMBERLAIN, or the O'SAUNDERSON, or any of'em, can make use of this, they're welcome to it. 

 Yours, A PIP OF THE OLD ORANGE. 

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 HOOK-Y SAILOR. --"_Inauguration of a New Service to the Continent_ vià _Harwich and the Hook of Holland. _"

This sounds as if it ought to catch on. Is the Hook of Holland anyrelation to the THEODORE HOOK family of England? Were that eminentwit now alive, he would be the first to ask such a question. Theroute sounds a pleasant one. 

 _Advice to Tourists_, --Keep your Eye on the Hook. 

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A CIVIL NOTE FOR THE MILITARY. 

MY DEAR MR. PUNCH, --I observe that in a preliminary notice that hasbeen sent round to the Press by the Executive Council (I suppose thatthat is the proper title of the Governing Body of the forthcomingRoyal Military Tournament), it is said that there is likely to besome novelty in the mimic warfare known as the Combined Display ofall Arms. The circular informs those whom it may concern, that "it isintended that, so far as space will allow, the scene shall be that ofone of the more recent conflicts in which British troops were actuallyengaged, and special information from those present on such occasionshas been invited, so that the result is likely to be of more thanordinary interest. "

Quite so. I call your particular attention to the last few wordsin the above sentence, in which reference is made to "the specialinformation from those present on such occasions. " I thought the ideaso good, that I immediately prepared a scheme for the adoption ofthe Royal Military Tournament, founded upon my acquaintance withthe manners and customs of the English army when at Islington andelsewhere. I give it for what it is worth--not much, but (to quote theonce popular song) "better than nothing at all. "

ROUGH IDEA. 

A dozen Infantry privates saunter leisurely into their places, half-way across the arena, and await events. 

Enter Bridging Battalion, Royal Engineers. They bridge over anold cloth river. The dozen Infantry men wait until the erection iscompleted, and then fire a volley. The Sappers return the compliment. No one hurt, and the dozen retire to the tower-like gateway in thebackground. The Artillery at this point rush in and trot over thenewly-erected bridge. They then fire in the direction of the dozenheroes, but without any apparent result. 

Grand charge of Colonial Cavalry, with and without additional men. They act as Mounted Infantry. They are fired upon--in a half-heartedsort of way--by the dozen of Infantry seeking shelter in the gateway. The fire seems to agree with them. 

Enter an Ambulance Corps to pick up one of the colonists who hasobligingly been wounded by the blank cartridges of the dozen Infantry. 

Sudden appearance of the strength of the entire company. The gatewayis stormed, and the dozen Infantry men are overpowered. Music on theband--"_Rule Britannia!_" and the _National Anthem_. Great cheeringwhile some one waves the Union Jack. End of the performances. 

There, my dear _Mr. Punch_, that is what I have sent to the "powersthat are" at Islington. Whether it has been accepted or rejected I donot know. You will be able to see for yourself when the proper timearrives. 

But then, I can assure you, my sketch is _exactly like the realthing_. It is not unsuggestive of the Battle of Waterloo, the siege ofSebastopol, or the taking of Pekin. This is my "special information, as one present on such occasions, " and it is heartily at the serviceof the Executive. To be worthy of my title, I would beg you to sendme, say, a fiver, or even a sov, or (if that is too much) a dollar. 

I do not ask for the money as a gift, but as a loan. I prefer thelatter to the former, although a long experience has taught me thatgift and loan have much the same meaning. 

 Yours truly, A VERY OLD SOLDIER. 

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INAUDIBLE PROCEEDINGS AT THE HOTEL VICTORIA. --We have had "TheFunny Frenchman" over here, at the Albambra, and now we have "TheCalculating Frenchman, " M. JACQUES INAUDI, who, last week, at a_séance_, exhibited his marvellous powers of addition, multiplication, subtraction, and division. It is an error to suppose that he waseducated for the French Navy, and has been appointed to a ship, whichhe was to have adorned as a "wonderful Figure-head. " By the side ofthis Figure-head the "Calculating Buoy" would have been quite at sea. 

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[Illustration: DOWN A PEG. 

_Mr. Gifted Hopkins (Minor Poet, Essayist, Critic, Golfer, Fin-de-Siècle Idol, &c. ). _ "OH, MRS. SMART--A--I'VE BEEN THINKING, FORTHE LAST TWENTY MINUTES, OF SOMETHING TO SAY TO YOU!"

_Mrs. Smart (cheerfully). _ "PLEASE GO ON THINKING, MR. HOPKINS, --ANDI'LL GO ON TALKING TO PROFESSOR BRAYNE IN THE MEANTIME!"]

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THE MINSTREL BOY. 

(_Latest Ulsterical Version. _)

 The Minstrel-boy to the war is gone, By the Belfast road he's coming; His Party sword he has girded on And his wild harp loud he's thrumming. "Land of bulls!" said the warrior bard, "Though GLADSTONE'S gang betrays thee, _One_ sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, _One_ faithful harp shall praise thee!"

 The Minstrel's loud--though a little late; What he hopes to gain some wonder; But he swears that harp shall preserve the State, Which his foes would rend asunder. He shouts, "Home Rule shall not sully thee, Ulster, thou soul of bravery! I'll harp wild war, aye, from sea to sea, Ere the Loyalists stoop to slavery!"

ENCORE VERSE. 

(_For use in Clubs and other places where men--and minstrels--areconfidential. _)

 The Minstrel's hot, and a trifle tired, For his Whitsun task is a torrid one; Such holiday-fervour _must_ be admired, But the precedent's rather a horrid one. E'en Minstrel-boys of Ulsterical zeal, Might now and then like a jolly-day; And the brave bard's harp, and the warrior's steel, Take, together, occasional holiday. 

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A WYLDE VADE MECUM. 

(_By Professor H-xl-y. _)

_Question. _ What is rest?

_Answer. _ Unperceived activity. 

_Q. _ Which is the best way of keeping awake?

_A. _ By falling off to sleep. 

_Q. _ What is sleep?

_A. _ Concealed consciousness. 

_Q. _ What is strength?

_A. _ Weakness in excess. 

_Q. _ What is pessimism?

_A. _ Optimism developed to its utmost possibilities. 

_Q. _ What are possibilities?

_A. _ Impossibilities carried into action. 

_Q. _ What is selfishness?

_A. _ Pity in the concrete. 

_Q. _ What is the summit of civilisation?

_A. _ The commencement of barbarism. 

_Q. _ What is nature?

_A. _ Art in its initial form. 

_Q. _ What is the survival of the fittest?

_A. _ The Romanes Lecture. 

_Q. _ What was its comparative commencement?

_A. _ Mr. GLADSTONE. 

_Q. _ And what has been its absolute end?

_A. _ Positive . . . Bosh. 

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"THE WORLD'S FAIR. "--Yes, so it is, perhaps, occasionally, to somepeople; but "The World's _Un_fair" to those on whom it chooses to sitin judgment. 

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MANNERS. 

 [Some indignation has been expressed at the manners of many of the "well-dressed mob" at the Prince of WALES's Reception at the Imperial Institute on Wednesday night last, manners displayed in rudely "mobbing" the Royal party, and hissing, hooting, and shouting "Traitor!" at Mr. GLADSTONE, one of the Prince's guests. ]

 EH? Indignation? Why _such_ passion waste? Gladstoneophobia has destroyed Good Taste; And rowdy rudeness does not shock, but please, "The mob of gentlemen who _hoot_ with ease. As for the ladies, bless their angry hearts! They've Primrosed into playing fish-wife parts; And now 'tis one of Patriotism's tests That you should hiss and hoot your fellow-guests. Should they dare don a rival party vesture; Billingsgate rhetoric and Borough gesture Invade the (party) precincts of Mayfair-- To express the vulgar wrath now raging there. We are Mob-ruled indeed--when Courtly Nob Apes, near his Prince, the manners of the Mob! The hoot is owlish; there are just two things That hiss--one venom-fanged, one graced with wings. Anserine or serpentine, ye well-dressed rowdies? Dainty-draped dames, or duffel-skirted dowdies, They who in rudeness thus their spite would slake, Have plainly head of goose, and heart of snake! So why indulge in indignation blind 'Gainst those who hiss or hoot--after their kind?

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[Illustration: "THE MINSTREL BOY. "

LORD S-L-SB-RY (_sings_). "I'LL HARP WILD WAR, AYE, FROM SEA TO SEA, ERE THE LOYALISTS STOOP TO SLAVERY!"]

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"O SINO SAN!"

A TRUTHFUL JAPANESE IDYLL. 

[Illustration]

 O SINO SAN! O SINO SAN! Who waketh me at morn! Why is it that I feel of thee unutterable scorn?

 When I behold thy greasy poll and little piggy eyes, I fear that they have told of thee unwarrantable lies! They told me when I wandered forth to seek thee in Japan, That I should find a priceless girl, too beautiful for man. 

 They told me of thy cherry cheeks, thy hair of night-dark sable, And how you squatted on the floor--the Japanese for table; They gushed about your merry ways, your manners without flaw, In thee, the girl idealised, you little fraud, we saw. 

 But now in wind-swept bleak Japan as our sore throats we muffle, We see thy senseless pudding face and irritating shuffle; As you go slopping thro' the streets of your foul-smelling city, You're far too common to be rare, too brainless to be witty. 

 Your senseless, everlasting grin, your squatting monkey shape, Proclaim your Ma marsupial, your ancestor an ape!

 A curio they promised us to drive a lover crazy, With little soft canoodling ways, and sweetness of a daisy. We read of thee in tea-house neat, in cherry-blossomed pages, But find a girl of gin-saloon and Yoshiwara cages. 

 You lure the European on, admire his rings and collars, But never really love his lips, invariably his dollars; We'd all forgive thy grin, guffaw, and rancid-smelling tresses, If we could trace thy fraud, O SAN, in half-a-dozen guesses. It's lasted long, it's lasted strong, it cannot last much longer, For if the crank be competent, my common sense is stronger. 

 The English woman flashes scorn from all her comely features, To be compared by any man with such "disgusting creatures. " And all the fair Americans, who roam the wide world over, Will trample down this windy chaff and Japaneesy clover. 'Tis not thy fault, O SINO SAN--we find the truth and strike it, Farewell, thou AUDREY of the East--grin on then "As you Like It!" But never more by writer bold be canonised or sainted, Deluded Doll! O SINO SAN, you're blacker than you're painted!

 _Yokohama, April 1, 1893. _

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OPERATIC NOTES. 

_Monday, May 15. _--First Night of Italian-Opera Season no longerexclusively Italian. A great deal, though not everything, in a goodstart, so Sir DRURIOLANUS leads off with Warbling WAGNER'S _Lohengrin_, Signor VIGNAS for first time being White Knight. Crowded House atonce takes to VIGNAS; applauds, and recalls him to bow before thecurtain. So, as the now popular song might have it, "Tenor came and made us a bow-wow!"

Madame MELBA good as ever as _Elsa_, and Mlle. MEISSLINGER mostdramatic as Somebody Elser, _i. E. , Ortruda_, the Intruder. Mons. DUFRICHE'S style is exactly suited to the light and airy part of_Federico di Telramondo_, while CASTELMARY is quite the gay _Enrico_. Treat to see VASCHETTI as smiling Herald, with a lot to say forsomebody else, and pleasant to note that the last person in the_dramatis personæ_ included in the cast of the Opera is "Conductor, Signor MANCINELLI, " who beats time, winning easily. BEVIGNANI conducts_National Anthem_, and all conduct themselves loyally on the occasion. Delightful, in _Lohengrin_, Act II. , to observe how four playersof trumps, each with one trump in his hand, --quite a pleasant whistparty--(have they the other trumps up their sleeves?)--arouse theguests in the early morning, and marvellous is the rapidity with whichall the gentlemen sleeping in the Castle are up and dressed in fullarmour, freshly burnished, --"gents suit complete, "--within the spaceof a couple of minutes!

General excellence of performance greatly assisted by Duke of TECKenthusiastically beating time with his dexter band. Such auxiliaryconducting must be of unspeakable service to Signor MANCINELLI. 

_Tuesday Night. _--_Orfeo_, with GIULIA RAVOGLI charming as ever inher representation of "_Orpheus_ with his _loot_, "--his "loot" being_Eurydice_, who had become the private property of that infernalmonarch Pluto. Welcome to Mlle. BAUERMEISTER as the Meister of Cupid'sBower, Cupid himself. _Cavalleria Rusticana_ to follow, with MadameCALVÉ'S grand impersonation of the simple and sad _Santuzza_. Notablygood is VIGNAS as the Rustic Swell, with the comic-chorus name of_Turiddu_. Beautiful _intermezzo_ heartily encored. The thanks ofSignors BEVIGNANI and MANCINELLI again due to the dexterous assistancerendered to them by the Duke of TECK, who is evidently well up in theTeck-nique of the musical craft. Crowded House. _Forecast of season_, full of promise and performance. 

[Illustration: Signor Vignas as Turiddu, --so called because he tellsLola, "I should like _Turid-you_ of your husband. " But he didn't. ]

[Illustration: Santuzza, Madame Calvé. Grand tragédienne: gloomy as anOperatic Calvé-nist. ]

_Thursday. --Carmen. _ Always "good BIZET-ness. " But on this occasionMadame CALVÉ being indisposed, Mlle. SIGRID ARNOLDSON appears asheroine. A most captivating _Carmen_, but so deftly does she dissembleher wickedness that the audience do not realise how heartless is thisartful little cigarette-maker. Mons. ALVAREZ a fine _Don José_. The_premières danseuses_ lively and picturesque in Act II. , with dresseslong and dance short; but in Last Act, when reverse of this is thecase, a pretty general feeling that skirts might have been longer, anddance shorter. Chorus and Orchestra all that could be desired; absenceof the musical Duke much regretted. 

_Friday. _--First, GOUNOD'S charming burletta of _Philemon et Baucis_. Mlle. SIGRID ARNOLDSON charming and childlike as _Baucis_--evidentlythe classic original of Bo-peep--and Mons. PLANÇON excellent as_Jupiter Amans_. At first afraid lest crowded house had expendedall its enthusiasm before quarter past ten, when _the_ event of theevening was to come off. "Not a bit of it, " says Sir DRURIOLANUS, whoknows his operatic public; "they've just warmed up for LEONCAVALLO'S_Pagliacci_. LEONCAVALLO, " he continues, "is the composer for mymoney; and my advice is, LAY-ON-CAVALLO'S _Pagliacci_. " So saying, theMusical Manager lightly touches his nasal organ with the index fingerof his right hand, and, at the same time "winking the other eye, " hemarches in a procession of one down the lobby and disappears. 

Great as is the success to-night of new Opera, I feel sure that_Cavalleria_, with its simple story, and its marvellous _intermezzo_, is still at the head of the poll. Yet is _Pagliacci_ melodious anddramatic. Madame MELBA at her best in _Nedda_, and the dramaticpower, specially of Signor DE LUCIA as _Canio_ and of Mons. ANCONA as_Tonio_, would have carried the piece, as a piece, even without themusical setting. To-night _De Lucia_ shows himself a great actor. There were _encores_ in plenty. _Ancona Tonio_ interrupts the overturein order to sing a prologue. This he does admirably, both vocally andhistrionically. But _cui bono_? It is as pointless as is nowadays theprologue of CHRISTOPHER SLY to the _Taming of the Shrew_. It seems asif LEONCAVALLO said to himself, "_Mascagni_ gave 'em a novelty in his_intermezzo_; I'll give 'em something new in the shape of a prologue. "_Pagliacci_ and _Cavalleria_ will assist each other, and SirDRURIOLANUS is fortunate in being able to run two winners. The newOpera is admirably rendered in every respect, and when Mr. RICHARDGREEN, as the gallant young farmer, is matured--that is, has lessof the GREEN about him and more of the ripeness of artisticperfection--there will not be a single fault to find with therepresentation. To-night second Opera didn't end till just ontwelve. Too late; but the hospitable RULE'S in Maiden Lane is open toexceptions for half an hour or so, and, "after the Opera is over, " alittle supper _chez_ BAYLISS is a B(ay)lissful idea. 

_Saturday. --Faust_ to finish. MELBA as _Marguerite_. First week augurswell for the season. 

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[Illustration: DELIGHTFUL!

_Smithson, having read and heard much of the pleasures of a DrivingTour, determines to indulge in that luxury during his WhitsuntideHolidays. He therefore engages a Trap, with a Horse that can "get overthe ground, " and securing the services of an experienced Driver, hesets forth. _

_Smithson. _ "A--A--ISN'T HE--A--A--HADN'T I BETTER HELP YOU TO PULL ATHIM?" _Driver. _ "PULL AT 'IM? WHY YER'D SET 'IM CRAZED! JIST YOU LETME KEEP 'IS 'EAD STRAIGHT. LOR BLESS YER, THERE AIN'T NO CAUSE TO BEAFFEARED, AS LONG AS WE DON'T MEET NOTHING, AND THE GATES AIN'T SHUTAT SPLINTERBONE CROSSING, JIST ROUND THE BEND!"]

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THE LITIGANTS VADE MECUM. 

_Q. _ What is your opinion about Chancery?

_A. _ That, thanks to work being given to Solicitors in preference toBarristers, litigation is more expensive in that branch of the sciencethan in any other. 

_Q. _ How comes it that this should be so?

_A. _ A Barrister is forced to do his best for his client, but aSolicitor is not. As a rule the Solicitor deputes to his Chief Clerkif he has one, or somebody in the office if he has not, the duties ofconducting a suit through Chambers. 

_Q. _ What is the practical result of this arrangement?

_A. _ That a suit when it once gets into Chambers takes a precious longtime in coming out. 

_Q. _ But making allowance for these little drawbacks, what is youropinion of the Law in England?

_A. _ That emphatically it consists of the best forensic regulations inthe universe. 

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A NEW CLAUSE IN THE HOME-RULE BILL. --Instead of a Parliament inDublin, let the Governing Body be called "A Diet, " as it is inBohemia. There would be a First House, to be called the "High Diet, "and a Second House, to be called "Short Commons, or Low Diet. " Therewould be no "Parliamentary Rules, " but everything would be orderedaccording to a "Dietary. " Perhaps Dr. ROBSON ROOSE might be inducedto take a leading part in suggesting some of these arrangements. The "Orders of the Day" would be "Prescriptions, " the Bills"Dinner-Bills, " or "_Menus_. " A Chairman, not a Speaker, wouldpreside, and the subordinates--such as Clerks, Sergeant-at-Arms, and Assistants--would be Stewards, Head Waiters, and other Waiters. Prayers would be said by "The Ordinary. "

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ODDS in favour of Australian Cricketing Team--"GIFFEN" and taken. 

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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT. 

EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M. P. 

_Home of Commons, Monday, May 15. _--Mr. G. Reminded of advance of timeby appearance on Parliamentary scene of new generations. All rememberwhen JOEY C. Arrived from Birmingham, and have watched his meteoricflight from level of Provincial Mayor to loftiest height ofParliamentary position. Only the other week Mr. G. Was payingwell-deserved compliment to a younger CHAMBERLAIN making his maidenspeech; to-day he has a kindly, fatherly word of friendly recognitionof maiden speech of youngest CAVENDISH. No mere compliment this, extorted by old associations and personal predilections. Young VICTORwent about his work in style reminiscent of middle-aged HARTINGTON. Abstained from oratorical effort. Neither exordium nor peroration. Got some business in hand, and plodded on till it was finished. Modestmien, simple, unaffected manner, instantly won friendly attention ofcrowded House. 

"_Ay de mi!_ TOBY, " said Mr. G. "These things make me think I'm not soyoung as I was. "

"Younger Sir, " I said. "Pup and dog, I've known you twenty years;heard most of your speeches in that time; honestly declare that forlightness of touch, swiftness of attack, wariness of defence, not tospeak of eloquence, I've never heard you excel some of your speechesthis Session. "

"Well, well, TOBY, " said Mr. G. , blushing in fashion never learned byyouth of to-day, "that's due to your too friendly way of looking atthings. What I was about to say is, that ever since I entered publiclife I have always known a CAVENDISH to the fore. Ministries may riseand fall; the CAVENDISHES remain. Curious thing is they have not--atleast in recent times--personally a passion for politics, as PITT had, or such as, in some degree, influences me. They would, if they hadtheir own way, be out of it. 

[Illustration: THE CHAIRMAN OF COMMITTEE'S HOLIDAY DREAM. ]

But the CAVENDISHES have had their place in English public lifethroughout the Century, and, it being their duty to fill it, they fillit. Young VICTOR'S speech on Friday night carried me back over spaceof thirty-four years. I remember another CAVENDISH coming out. Hemoved resolution which defeated DERBY'S Government in 1859. I rememberthe difficulty we had in bringing him up to the scratch. It was BRIGHTwho finally succeeded. BRIGHT always had great opinion of HARTINGTON'Sability, a view, as we have seen, amply justified. A great deal hashappened since 1859, and now here's another CAVENDISH moving anotherAmendment, and, oddly enough"--here Mr. G. 's face wrinkled into smileof delighted humour--"it's ME who would be turned out of office if theAmendment were carried. "

[Illustration: Victor, or Vig-Tory-ish, Cavendish. 

In the Spring Unionist Time of his Youth. ]

Being thus in melting mood, Mr. G. Suddenly turned upon inoffensiveJESSE COLLINGS, who had been saying a few words, and almost literallyrent him into, fragments. Scarcely anything left of him but benevolentthough feeble smile. 

_Business Done. _--Very little in Committee on Home-Rule Bill. 

_Tuesday Night. _--AMBROSE, Q. C. , roused at last. House known him foreight years; only to-night learned that it has been cherishing uponits bosom a sleeping volcano. Following fortunes of Conservativeleaders, AMBROSE has crossed and re-crossed floor, always takingup seat about centre of Bench immediately behind PRINCE ARTHUR;has occasionally risen thence and offered a few observations. Characteristic of him that he was born in a Cathedral town; is aBencher of the Middle Temple. 

 Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he'll talk, And he has Chambers near the King's Bench Walk. 

These things we knew; but not till to-night came discovery howpersuasive AMBROSE can be. 

It was the Tenth Clause of the Home-Rule Bill that roused the(attorney's) devil in him. Fact that Clause II. Was under discussion, and consequently out of order to debate Clause X. , an incident ofno consequence, except that it indirectly supplied incentive to hispassionate eloquence, and led to disclosure of the true AMBROSE. Whenhe approached Clause X. , cries of "Order! Order!" interrupted. TheChairman recalled him to consideration of Clause II. He came back, said a few words on amendment, then was off again at Clause X. , pursued by howls. Had got a start, and kept it through some moments ofthunderous excitement. Waved his arms, thumped his papers; shoutedat top of voice; House still howling; Chairman on feet ineffectuallyprotesting. "Glad to see the SOLICITOR-GENTLEMAN in his place, " heobserved, in one of the temporary pauses, (RIGBY usually alluded to asthe SOLICITOR-GENERAL, but AMBROSE, once started in new character, waslavish in originality. ) "Need I go further?" he asked, a few momentslater. House, with one accord, shouted "No!" "Now Sir, " he added, waving his notes in face of Chairman, "I've done with the TenthClause. " But he hadn't; its mastery over him was irresistible, evenuncanny. "I should like to know what the SOLICITOR-GENERAL" (gotit right this time) "if he were at liberty to speak" (this with awithering glance at Mr. G. ), "would say about the Tenth Clause?"

A roar angrier than ever burst forth; shouts of "Name! Name!"persistently heard above uproar; Chairman on his feet, with handsoutstretched; crisis evidently arrived; AMBROSE will be named to adead certainty; suspended, and, perhaps, in addition to his benchat the Middle Temple, will have one provided for him in Clock Tower. Would like to have said few more words on Tenth Clause, but numbersagainst him overwhelming. So wildly waved his notes in sort of forlorndespairing farewell, and resumed his seat. Incident created profoundsensation. 

"It's all very well CHAMBERLAIN insisting on keeping thisthing going, " said PRINCE ARTHUR, anxiously; "but I have myresponsibilities. If Debate at this comparatively early stage thusaffects a man like AMBROSE, where shall we all be in another week?"

_Business done. _--Still on Clause II. 

_Wednesday. _--Pretty to see GORST just now balancing MACARTNEY'S hatby brim on tip of his nose. Looks easy enough when done by anexpert; those inclined to scoff at the accomplishment should try itthemselves. Opportunity came suddenly, and unexpectedly. No ground forsupposing GORST had been practising the trick in the Cloak-room beforeentering House. No collusion; all fair and above-board--or, rather, above nose. Came about as incident in Committee on Home-Rule Bill. JOKIM, taking part in game of Chairman-baiting, challenged MELLOR'Sruling on putting Motion to Report Progress. House being cleared for aDivision, rules of debate require Member to address Chair seated, andwearing his hat. What would happen to British Constitution if, insuch circumstances, Member rose and addressed SPEAKER or Chairman inordinary fashion, Heaven only knows. No mere man bold enough to tryit. Even Mr. G. , who has Disestablished a Church, and now tampers withUnity of the Empire, shrinks before this temptation. 

JOKIM, making his complaint, got along all right. Performed taskin due form; MELLOR justified his action; GORST proposed to follow. Hadn't got his hat with him; but that of no consequence, since JOKIMwas at hand. "Lend me one of your hats, " he whispered hurriedly to hisRight Hon. Friend. 

"What do you mean?" said JOKIM. "I've only one. "

"Oh!" said GORST, raising his eyebrows with polite incredulity. MACARTNEY, sitting behind, proffered his. GORST planted it on hishead; found it three sizes too small; still, if he held on to it, he might manage. "Mr. MELLOR, " he commenced, but got no furtherwith projected speech. Attention of House drawn to him his dilemmadiscovered: shout of laughter burst forth as hat gradually tiltedforward, and GORST, deftly catching it by brim on tip of his nose, balanced it for fifteen seconds by Westminster Clock. Chairman seizedopportunity of abstracted attention to put question, and when GORST, recapturing MACARTNEY'S hat, had fixed it again on summit of his head, division was called; too late for him to speak. 

_Business done. _--Second Clause Home Rule Bill added. 

[Illustration: Mr. G. 's "Table-Talk. "]

_Friday. _--Treasury Chest Bill on for Third Reading. Has sinceintroduction wrought singular effect upon HANBURY. Nobody knows whatBill is about, least of all HANBURY; but he has opposed it at everystage. Yesterday divided Committee on First Clause; returns to attackto-day. "Better let us get away for our hardly-earned holiday, " Isaid. 

"That's very well for you, TOBY, " said HANBURY, beating his chestin default of getting at the Treasury's; "but there's a dark mysteryunder this business which I mean to fathom. You remember the case ofanother chest and its weird associations?

 'Fifteen men on a dead man's chest-- Ho! Ho! Ho! and a bottle of rum. '

HARCOURT may, or may not, have been one of the fifteen. I'm not quiteclear on that point. Indeed I'm somewhat muddled in the main; but Isuspect the SQUIRE is up to some deed of infamy, and I have done mybest to plumb its slimy depths. "

Bill passed nevertheless; other business wound up, and so off forholidays. _Business done. _--House adjourned for Whitsun Recess. 

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THE REAL "REJECTED ADDRESSES. "--Those that cannot be deciphered at theGeneral Post Office. 

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