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people into a sense of decency. Only the other day the body of a poor fellow who was found drowned there was left in the beadle's front

garden by the police, because they could not prevail on anyone to BY THE SAUNTERER IN SOCIETY.

receive it for the coroner's inquest. It is surprising to think that such indecent ignorance and want of feeling should exist within so short a

distance from London-in remote parts of the country we might exHERE are likely to be some changes in things dramatic. pect to meet with it. Apropos of the Hornet, I see that the Wimbledon As in the old game of Earwig is again spreading its wings to the gale of popular favour. No “ Family Coach,” when that doubt the visit of the Belgian volunteers will supply its pages with vehicle is named, all the plenty of fun. The numbers in which our Belgian friends propose to

come form a subject for alarm :-not that I fear our ability to enterplayers have to jump up and tain our hospitable invaders properly, for the Reception Committee change seats, so in the have secured Mr. George Dolby's services, but there will be such a theatrical world, at times, drain on the little kingdom that I cannot but think it fortunate that there comes a general shifting of places ; and it is as he might be tempted to try annexation. Wimbledon will be as densely

a certain Imperial party" has his hands full with his Exhibition, or then. The Adelphi, Olym- populated as over this year, I hear. The weather seems likely to be pic, and Holborn Theatres peculiarly favourable. Indeed, lately the clerk of that department appear to be those where has been unusually obliging. There has been a splendid time for the the chief changes will take hay barvest, and now the rain has come not a bit

too soon to refresh place. The Dramatic Fete the earth, and give the green things now vigour. takes place next Saturday, and will no doubt be largely attended. I wish I could

DOUBLE ACROSTIC. honestly say that I hope it

No. 18. will succeed ; but I have

On the breeziest common the days of July long had my doubts whether

Will be pleasant, and we be enchanted to spy
the benefit the charity de-

The tents in the distance in regular lines,
rives from the bazaar quite
repays the cost of candles.

While the sun upon arms and accoutrements shines.
I fear the profession some-
what endangers its position

by doing what it does once

A mighty poet gave this place a name,
a year at Sydenham. At

For ever foremost on the roll of fame.
any rate, the ladies have to
submit to a very great deal

that is disagreeable, for the

If you wanted to mention the place a man wat in British snob is always rampantly odious when he gets a chance of

And he sat there, you might use this in Lutin. seeing an actress off the stage. I trust this hint in season may repress

3. him slightly, and shall be very glad if it does, for we of Fun owe a debt of gratitude to the dramatic profession for the kindly aid it has

How, happy thing, her darling fingers lie lent us in the performance for the benefit of Mrs. Gray. Actors

Within thy soft embrace: anon she'll fly ! and actresses have given valuable time, and taken great trouble in the

With scornful looks and laughter far away cause. Managers have kindly placed their theatres at our disposal,

Proclaiming you a word I dare not say. and, last not least, MR. ROBERT SOUTAR has done unwearied service

4. as stage-manager-no easy task with a large troupe of amateurg

She stole an instant on my ravished sight, and MR. WALLEESTEIN arranged the music at short notice most admirably.

Then swept away and left me sadly keeping, The Sheffield revelations have taken everyone by surprise, and must

My witch against the doorway all the night,

At this, when I should have been soundly sleeping. not be taken as an example of what all Trade Unions would do. The Sheffield saw-grinders were exceptionally unfortunate in falling under

5. the despotism of a man like BROADHEAD—one of the most un-English

This, floating, her loveliness highly enhances, and ignorant creatures possible-a fellow only fit to berd with Leicester

And tangles my feet in the midst of the dances. square assassins, and utterly unsuited to represent the British working Of course I don't forget that the Societies adopted his crimes by

6. silent acquiescence, but one should remember how great the influence

A frown, a supercilious smile, of one such active mind would be over an Association compelled to

The forehead tapped: and then, leave much of its work to be done by the discretion of a busy leader.

We think bim mad; Ho's this the while, It is to be hoped the Commission will do good, and that the germs of

Like many other men. real usefulness to be found in Trades Unions will be fostered, and the ill weeds that choke them removed.

7. I suppose the hot weather has affected the magazines this month, for

What did the great bard who sang Astolat say, they do seem-well, a trifle weak. The Cornhill has an exceptionally good

When he found how his poem was turned to a play? drawing by M188 EDWARDES, who is better engraved than usual. MR.

8. Lawson's illustration is pleasing in conception, but is spoilt in the execution. The "Classics in Translation" reads most pestilently like

While speaking of all things, a popular book MR. Hannar, and is, I need not say, thoroughly

good—a delight to all

Contains it, I think, as the name of a “dook." who love the English, as well as the Old World classics. DIR. MATTHEW ARNOLD is didactic, but occasionally forgets to be grammatical in his

ANSWER TO ACROSTIC No. 16. learned thesis. London Society seems a good number. There are some

D Dactyl clever drawings (motably to the “Servants' Registry"), but Miss CLAX

U Ultimo TON might have had the care, not to say honesty, to adhere to the times

R Ramadan specified in the “Twenty-four Hours of the Season" she is supposed

H Hybrid to illustrate. Her drawing is scarcely as artístic as a map; it might,

A Abo at all events, be as accurate. Some rines entitled " Only a Year Ago

M Mormon are very charming. The Sunday Magazine sustains its position. Good

Cererer Solutions OF ACROSTIC No. 16, TYCEIVEN JULY'S –Ráby; Hrey; ola Words bousta a delightful picture, by PINWELL, of a quiet bit of beach Trafford; Snuff-bour, Frazttes Marian; Ledbury; 9. J.; Pour Boobies; Tootik and son beyond. The Argosy— well, I do mias my “Shoemakers' four; Nelly and Bella ; Greenhithe; J. A. P.; Kiss Polly Twico.. Village,” and am accordingly circonsolate. ROUTLEDGB's Boys' Magasinerhna a capital coloured picture this month, is light in tone, And agressble. Le Follet and the Gardener's Hagozine are as full of

Must be Orphe-us Head. valuable information for their respective publics, as igual.

McTOOTLKR says that the next most musical thing to a fiddlestick, HORNSEY certuinly requires its Hornet to sting some of the parochial' is an umbrella-when it's a “Sengster."




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MR. A. H. WINTER. — Like his | I'm a youngster; and so here goes : The ORIENTAL REPOSITORY (LIMITED) HORBELAYDOWY.


Bless you, old man!

Ist MR. RICHARDSON.—Presum- MR. GREEN.-Good deal of truth My Dear Young FkIEND,—You have desired me for to draw upon tuous cove!

in what Stow says! my recollections of my earlier years, and likewise for to give a vivid

2nd MR. RICHARDSON. -- Pre- Hon. S. G. LYTTELTON.-Nicand a life-like sketch of the late match at Lord's between the kindred

suming individual !

HOLAS, sir, is a great man ! Universities of the Isis and the Cam, than whom I am sure though a

MR. Hoop (not you, sir !).-Au- Hon. F. G. Pelham. So he is ! little too apt for to boast of being so, but youth will be served.

dacious ereature !

Noble old fellow! Agreeable, honoured Employer, to your direction, which I do not

Mr. ABSOLOM. Arrogant MR. WAKNER.- Quite one of mean your private address, you never having asked me for to meet


Nature's noblemen ! you on the footing of a man and of a Son of Toil whose head is whiter

MR. STOW.-Well, you know, MR. BAUN2.–Right you are ! than the grisly avalanche-in accordance, respected Sir, with your instructions, I proceed to the neighbourhood of St. John's Wood. And,

RESULT. Sir, I paid for my admission.

The cordial and encouraging reception which NICHOLAS met with If, in your dying hour, my dear young Friend, at winge of remorse from the Oxford Eleven was such (u8 it will be seen above) that ho should suddenly strike across you like a toothache, it will be when immediately prophesied as they would lose the match; which they you reflect that you-blessed, as you are, with a palatial office and with did; and which it will be seen as the few young gentlemen which numerons subscribers per weekum-allowed that grisly Son of Labour,

were civil to NICHOLAS on the side of the Cantabonians were likewise meaning me, for to pay his own admission. But, perhaps, my wild the most successful in the match. young Employer-før I can hardly believe as it was deliberate Guilt

MORAL. perhaps we had better put it into a dramatic form, by which I do not Always be civil to NICHOLAS. mean one of them stage benches as is often brought forward at the

ADDENDUM. theatres, but only a method of literary expression, such as Suakes

The Old Man have a really good thing for the Derby of 1868. Scene : Lord's.


? Present : Six Thousand People, more or less connected with the kindred of the Universities of Isis or of Cam. Enter : NICHOLAS.- Which he has never been in the slightest degree

THE SORROWS OF MAYBURY. connected either with the University of Cam nor yet with that of Isis. Preliminary Incident.Your Prophet had long had a bad half

Once on a time at the Palace of Sydenham, crown-which, his expenses not being allowed by the office, why

On a warm Saturday born in July, should he endeavour not for to pass such on the present occasion?

Ladies with eyes which had powers to bid in 'em

Clustered around us and begg d us to buy; This little misunderstanding, Sir, was not of long endurance. I pro

Then on a fete day of fun and frivolity duces a different coin-and when the Inspector said as he would keep

Charity told us we ought to be teased; a eye upon me, it was like his impudence.

Voices we listened to ringing with jollity,

What could we innocents do but be pleased ?
Gntlemen, and ye my Editor, there are a few things about which
the l eart of a laughing hyæna would rather trust itself with sup-

Fortunate Maybury, thus to be pleaded for, pres jed merriment than what it would explode into a guffaw.

Hopes both for peace and for comfort renew! Do you ask me for the Score-me, Nicholas—me, the PROPHET ?

Not a small doubt for the future was needed, for Ask them as gave me eredit--the more fools they!

Sweet MK8. STIRLING was begging for you!

Old men and young golden sovereigns shelling out,

Even old fools who the stage had abused, NICHOLAS (quite gay, so to speak).-Holloa, my gallant young Canta- Yielded to one pretty merchandise telling out, bonians? The old man's heart, it is e-vorming up ton ards you, so for

Could Mus. MELLON be ever refused ? to speak. He wishes you victory and triumph, so for to speak! May an old man's blessing-Bo for to speak – rest upon your flaxen heads!

These wero the days when “The Strand" could afford Chorus of Cantabonians.-Look here, old man, you've been having rather too much for to drink. Hast thou not prophesied, through

Popular PATTY and Merry MARIE,

When near an obstinate counter was stored for us, m mny years, the triumph of the Oxtabs ?

One called MIBS HERBERT, and when we could see

Dear Mrs. FRANK brimming over with merriment,
The Old Man.—Thus has it ever been, from comparatively middle

Kate and her sister with glorious hair, age's hear! The moment I prophesy, that moment the people go and Then, having tried, we enjoyed the experiment lay against me—against me, and my selection. I shall go aside


Granted to us by the fun of the fair! often do such in the theatres—I shall go aside, and I shall have—80 for to speak—a glass of sherry wine.

These were the days when 'twas easy to walk about

Right through the thick of the holiday crowd,

When we encountered no troubles to talk about,

When silly “cadging" was never allowed, Stage Directions.—The glass of sherry-wine is brought to NICHOLAS

Then no enamelled girls ventured to bother one, by a braway fisted menial ; NICHOLAS gazes at it. They approach

Ladies, thank goodness, knew how to behave,
each other.' NICHOLAS seizes the glass of sherry-wine in his brawny Then no one dared with sweet essence to smother one,
right arm; and swallows it. It is not the first which he has done so.

Then unmolestod we walked down the nave.
Exactly, my dear young Friend! Such is what I put it down to.

Now if we visit the scene of vulgarity,

Left to the snobs who still haunt it in throngs,

Can we experience any hilarity,
NICHOLAS (at the top of his voice, to the Oxford Eleven).—Hullo, my

Pestered by music-hall singers and songs? gallant young Oxtabs! Dost ye not know the aged man?

Still we can think of the cause and can sigh for it,

What we can do for it, we are perplexen,
MR. TRITTON.-Be off!
M8. MAITLAND.---Leave the

We should do wrong to let Maybury die for it;
MR. Case.--Go away!

Tell us, though, what can we do-but be voxed ? Mr. BOYLB.--Cut it!

MR. DIGBY.--Kick you, if you ML. FKBDBRICK.--Come, I say! don't!

Charley over the Water.. Mr. Reid. It won't do !

MR. HILL.-You really had THE EMPEROR OF THE FRENCH has written a letter to the Prefect MR. CARTER.--Slope !

better move! MR. KENNEY.-Fly!

of Police expressing his satisfaction with tho zeal and excellont MH. MILEs. My dear Friend !

conduct of the service under his orders. It would be a graceful act NARRATIVE.

were the Home Office to follow the EMPBROR'example, the police NICHOLAS (resuming his observations, also at the top of his voice, to the of the metropolis have an unlimited arce for their services, and in Cambridge Eleven).-Xullo, my gallant young Cantibonians! Dost ye justice to the force we are bound to admit that they bestow on it not know the aged man?

their almost undivided attention.

for us



Michael is encouraged.

PROMISES are lightly spoken;

Vows on which we blindly build
(Uttered only to be broken)

Go for ever unfulfilled.
Oft betrayed, but still believing-

Duped again and yet again
All our hoping, all our grieving

Warns us, but it warns in vain.

And I stole a kiss-another

Then another—then a lot.
“Fie!” she said, “I'll tell my mother.”

Idle words; she told her not.
When a party who dislikes me

Promises to punch my head,
'Tis an empty phrase, it strikes me,

They are words too lightly said.
Not since Disappointment schooled me,

Have I credited the truth
Of the promises that fooled me

In my green and gushing youth.

From the cradle and the coral

From the sunny days of youth-
We are taught the simple moral,

Still we doubt the moral's truth.
When a boy they found me rather

Loth to do as I was bid.
“I shall buy a birch,” said father.

Broken vows! He never did.

Grown extravagant, when youthful,

In my tailor's debt I ran;
He appeared about as truthful

In his talk as any man.
Let me tell you how he sold me:

“Look you, Mr. What's-Your-Name,
I shall summons you," he told me--

But the summons never came !

Roses in Crystal. The rose show at the Crystal Palace was as good as could be hoped for

this year. But frost and blight have done such damage that the flowers were scarcely as fine as they were expected to be. But it was a treat to see how admirably the sort of anteroom behind the boxes, erected for the Royal visitors to the concert in aid of the re-building fund, had been decorated by Messrs. Carter, the company's florists, French taste could not have suggested anything more graceful, and the flowers which surrounded the central fountain were admirably arranged, and looked

fairy-like in the subdued light shed through the velarium. No wonder the Royal visitors lingered here until they had to be informed that their presence was waited for, and the second part of the programme could not be begun until they returned to the boxes. In short, they were dew when they were on the flowers.

Through the meadows, daisy-laden,

Once it was my lot to stray,
Talking to a lovely maiden

In a very spooney way;

A Fly Note. Young CREEL, who is a devoted follower of the gentle art, tells us that the årst rise of Spring is far preferable to the last rose of Summer,

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