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The monster's salient points to sam,

His heavy breath was portery ; His glowing nose suggested rum;

His eyes were gin-and-wortery. His dress was torn—for dregs of ale

And slops of gin had rusted it; His pimpled face was wan and pale,

Where filth had not encrusted it. “Come, POLTER," said the fiend," begin,

And keep the bowl a-flowing onA working-man needs pints of gin

To keep his clockwork going on." Bob shuddered : “Ali, you've made a miss,

If you take me for one of you, You filthy beast, get out of this

BOB POLTER don't wan't none of you!" The demon gave a drunken shriek

And crept away in stealthiness, And lo, instead, a person sleek

Who seemed to burst with healthiness!

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At times he'd pass with

other men A loud convivial night or

two, With very likely, now and then,

On Saturdays a fight or two. But still he was a sober soul,

A labour-never-shirking man, Who paid his way-upon the whole

A decent English working-man. One day, when at the Nelson's Head,

(For which he may be blamed of you) A holy man appeared and said,

“Oh, ROBERT, I'm ashamed of you."



He laid his hand upon his beer

Before he could drink up any,
And on the floor, with sigh and tear,

He poured the pot of "thruppenny." “Oh, ROBERT, at this very bar,

A truth you'll be discovering, A good and evil genius are

Around your noddle hovering. “ They both are here to bid you shun

The other one's society, For Total Abstinence is one,

The other, Inebriety!" He waved his hand—a vapour came

A wizard POLTER reckoned him: A bogy rose and called his name,

And with his finger beckoned him.

“In me, as your adviser hints,

Of Abstinence you've got a typeOf Mr. Tweedie's pretty prints

I am the happy prototype. If you abjure the social toast,

And pipes, and such frivolities, You possibly some day may boast

My prepossessing qualities!” Bob rubbed his eyes, and made 'em blink,

“You almost make me tremble, you! If I abjare fermented drink,

Shall I, indeed, resemble you? “And will my whiskers curl so tight?

My cheeks grow smug and muttony ? My face become so red and white ?

My coat so blue and buttony ?
“Will trousers, such as yours, array

Extremities inferior ?
Will chubbiness assert its sway

All over my exterior ?
"In this, my unenlightened state

To work in heavy boots I comes, Will pumps henceforward decorate

My tiddle toddle tootsicums ?
And shall I get so plump and fresh,

And look no longer seedily?
My skin will henceforth fit my flesh

So tightly and so TWEEDIE-ly?"

The phantom said, “ You'll have all this,

You'll know no kind of huffiness,
Your life will be one chubby bliss,

Nimium ne crede.
One long unruffled puffiness !

SPRING is coming! It uncloses “ Be off,” said irritated Bob,

Tiny leaves on all the roses !
“Why come you here to bother one ?

Snowdrop, hyacinth, and crocus
You pharisaical old snob,

An inquiring eye can focus !
You're wuss almost than t'other one !

Nature says that Spring is coming,

And the bees will soon be humming!
“ I takes my pipe-I takes my pot,
And drunk I'm never seen to be :

Spring is coming! By degrees
I'm no teetotaller or sot,

Rise the rows of early peas !

Spring is coming, sure and steady-
And as I am I mean to be!

Slugs and snails have come already!

Natúre says that Spring's approaching,

On the Winter's steps encroaching!
LITTLE do the readers of newspapers reflect on the dangers en-

Spring is coming! Elm and chestnutcountered by the gallant “liner" who hunts up terrifically conila

Horse-, of course, and not the best nut

Pat forth buds; and larches slender grational, violently burglarious, and mysteriously disapparitionary

Wear a green that's fresh and tender! intelligence. In an account of the fire at Charing Cross Railway

Nature says that Spring is nearing, Station we read, "To get anything like information, the representative

Soon the cuckoo you'll be hearing! of the papers had to ight his way the best he couli past mounted police officers armed with revolvers and cutlasses.” Against such

Spring is coming! From their sleeping fearful odds have our intrepid reporters to do battle! Myrmidons of

Beds the tulips now are peeping! MAYNE force trample beneath their chargers' hoofs the brave men

Birds are singing, blithely winging, whose only weapon is the stylus, and whose only shield is the

'Mid tho swinging branches clinging! manifold case; and, from the 'vantage of the saddle, the pistol is

Nature says that Spring is near uspointed and the cutlass is thrust against the meritorious gentleman

That's a prospect which should cheer us! connected with the press. Who shall henceforth be too hard upon the writers of imperfect and inaccurate descriptions of current events ?

Spring is coming! But her pleasing Gashed with cold steel, and riddled with bullets of lead, the “repre

Promises may end in freezing ! sentative of the papers " fights unequally as he takes his notes ; "and

All the buds and blooms are lost, if he fall he falls in Glory's whack.”

May or April bringing frost.

Nature cries that Spring is coming,'

But experience says she's humming.
A Refuge for the Destitute of Wit.
WB have long been plagued and worried by correspondents who

A Cast.
have just “knocked off" or "been struck by" or something of the
sort_such brilliant novelties as “The head-scenter-MR. RIMMELL"

A CONTEMPORARY states that “MR. RENDBL, Consulting engineer of or “ Foul Play-Chicken Hazard” or “Why don't I expect to be paid of throwing a bridge over the Hoogly.” We hope, if he does there to

the East Indian Railway Company, has left for Calcutta, with the view for

my Fun.'

We have often wished we could find some means of diverting a bridge over the river, that the people of Calcutta will be prepared to this flow of originality into some other channel, for we are wearied of catch it, or it might be a more Hoogly business than it looks at first the labour of opening and reading such communications. Thank sight. goodness, the editor of the Atheneum, with his well-known kindliness and courtesy, has come to the rescue. Read, oh inventots of new

Answers to Correspondents. riddles as old as ADAM, and of fresh jokes that Joe MILLER heard in his cradle, read this paragraph, and henceforth direct your flashes of genius to the office of the Atheneum :

We can take no notice of communications with stegidio signatures or

monograns. Correspondents will do well to send their real names whid “We have had sent to us a ridille which we do not remember to have heard before. If it be new, it is strange that it is not ald; ir it be old, it is strange that

addresses as guarantees. We cannot undertake to return wnaocepted b'88. it should not be always new. The problem is— My first, when be makes my second,

or Sketches, unless they ard accompanied by a stamped and directed envelope; calls himself my whole;' and the solution is-Patriot.

but we cannot enter into correspondence regarding them, nor do ide kold
ourselves responsible for loss;)

CLAUDE.- Not up to the scratch.
A Case for Mr. Colam.

GHOST (Bridgwater).--It

is boardely re-spectre-ble to send us that veteran joke about“ open to convietion.”

We wish the author of "Ireland's Wrongs" could write, because then Animals” been drawn to Donnington Park lately? We see an account

we might read. of a fète recently given there, at which upwards of four hundred people were present in a hall decorated with trees and fountains, and about the "joke" is beneath notice.

E. T. G. says, “ Below you will notice a joke, which," etc. He is right; five hundred Chinese lanterns. One of the features of the evening J. F. S.-For the three thousan'ath'time, we don't want acrostics!' was that “ birds were lying about the hall.”. It is not 'stated that

Prytz J. W.-Waste paper basket, ages ago they were afterwards served up for shipper, but there is scarcely room L. A. W. (Kew.)-Thut spells" la wq," which, though it may not be to doubt that some of the poor Prightened creatures roasted themselves orthographically the thing, expresses our sentiments to a nicety. in the “ extra lamps" of the gay scene. In our humble opinion the

ONE IN DOUBT.-Concerning “ apophthegma" or "ápothegn," tho muso terror and pain inflicted on the poor Sittle birds" beat cock-fighting"

hath it thus, oracularly:—though that may not be the opinion at Donnington Park.

Some people decide--and we dare not to scoff them-
The mode of accenting the word is "apophthegm;"

While others and “Ditto " say we to each chap o' them
Declining the Verb "To Pay."

Declare they are right in pronouncing it" àpothegua.”


"A CONSTANT SUBSCRIBER" describes himself erroneously-a' real Upon his arbitration plan

constant subscriber” wuld know better than to send the head-scenter About the Alubain claiin,

joke, after all we have said on' that head, John Buil, who saw the little game,

M. P. C. (Bow).- The new series of Fun commenced 20th May, 1865, When JONATHAN would have him grant

und all numbers are obtainable through a bookseller or from tho uffice.

Declined with thanks:-M. O'S.; Skyblue; M.D., Surbiton; W.O.S., Some compensation, said, “I can't.'

Kingsland ; E. H., Paternoster-Tow; $. 1. C., Dublia; H. E. A.; P. J., But, oh, when BROTHER JONATHAN

Westminster; E. Š. Y.; W. F. 2. Kentish town; A. O., Wallingford; To try another tack began,

K. R.; G. T. T.; H. H. C.; T. S. D.; Iubthyosaurus Megatherium ;

A. F. 3.. Brighton; Pat Flinn; Shawlands; . G, Liverpool; S. X.; Began to bluster, "'Pon my life!”

W.F., Winchester H. L., Kensington; c. C., Esher; Leo; J. N., And finger at his bowie-knife,

Kew; F. E. W.; B. T., Stockport; R. C. T., Portswoodí E. i., IslingJohs Burl, whom bullies cannot daunt,

toa; 'J, S., W shaw; 'Osboluistano; J. 3. Farringdon-road; F. H., hered wito prompt decision, "Shan't!"

villes-road; Nemesis; Peter Parley; B. V.D., Scuth wark-bridge.

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neither. There's some other "young person" at the next establishment I WONDER whether those fine ladies have any idea that I'm made of that'll have to stand dummy and listen to their impudence; but she's flesh and blood like themselves, and that I haven't had any dinner, and better off than me, because she'll have had her dinner unless she's only that I've been standing here ever since I walked through the rain just getting rid of a couple more minxes at this very moment. How from Walworth this morning at half-past seven, and that we're the boiled legs of mutton do smell all over this house! I wonder the only allowed twenty minutes for dinner, and that the cook isn't ex

customers don't complain of it. Everybody seems to be reekingpected to keep anything hot for us, and that I'd rather go without positively reeking—with turnips and fat and gravy and suet pudding. than eat raw mutton near the bone and half-chilled fat, and that I I wonder how human beings can be so coarse in their eating. I'm could almost drop down where I stand for faintness ?

past anything but a bit of bread-and-butter now.

I wonder whether I wonder what they'd think if I did drop down with a flop while these are going home to chicken and dry sherry and jelly and ratafias M188 FORTYSKEWER was chattering on about the mantle that I'm to and champagne and tongue and sardines ? I wonder how it would play dummy to for the purpose of showing off? Just as if either of feel to change places with 'em for a day or two, and let them come those minxes could ever look well in it, or had any figure that wasn't here and me come and look at 'em and turn 'em round and talk as principally wadding and horsebair. I wonder whether there's any of though they were really what they are—dummies made of wadding the suet-pudding left ? I wonder whether they'll buy this velvet and busks and wire and horsehair and parchment and quilted jean? thing or a silk thing, or a shawl after all? I should like to see the That would be great fun. Who knows, though, whether even "young ugly one in a shawl,

80 I should M188 FORTYSKBWBR. I wonder what persons" mayn't have a turn some day? I read in the penny paper only EMMA SNIPPET has quarrelled with me for ever since I showed her the the other day that Mr. Mills had actually been trying to give votes to letter signed “EUGENIO" that came in with the twopenn'orth of seed ladies in the Houses of Parliament. I don't think it was like his usual cake that I sent the errand-boy for to the pastrycook's round the style, though, to call ladies“ female persons.” I wonder if it's what they corner ? I wonder whether he wrote it, and who he is, and whether it call Parliamentary language ? I've read MR. Mills's books—at least, really was meant for EMNA SNIPPET, and what's the use if it is, or what one of 'em. He's a great philosopher. The one I read was called “Proit matters if it isn't? I wonder whether that woman's husband is a verbial Philosophy. It's upstairs somewhere now. Emma SNIPPET Member of Parliament ? If he is, how she must nag at him when he bought it second-hand from a circulating library, and to read the recomes home as I'm told they do, ever so late? I wonder whether it's marks made on the edges of the leaves in pencil is like-well, I wonder true that we shall come under a new Act of Parliament or something what it is like ? Heavenly! Oh! Ah! I thought so;

it's nearly luncheon to stop people making women and children work overtime? I wonder time, Ma'am, is it? And you'll look in again when you have decided, whether they'd call us women or young ladies? I wonder whether will you ? You nasty, disagreeable cat! Oh, pray don't mention that, We're young persons in Acts of Parliament, because if we are, they may Madam; I assure you I consider it no trouble. Well, I'm sorry I've keep their laws to themselves. It's bad enough to be always spoken thought so badly of you, after all, for it's precious seldom we get even of as "young persons” by the minxes that come here to see how a any thanks, let alone an apology. now mantle will become them, by fancying it will be all the same if it

I wonder whether there's a fresh cheese in cut? I think I could becomes me!

Young persons ! Why, even the poor girls that go out to eat a bit of that, especially if I could get Cook to give me a little drop work at dressmaking at a shilling a day and their meals can be called of beer. "young persons": there's nothing worse to throw at them. Not that they're so badly off, after all; for they do get their meals, I suppose. NOTICE.–Fux may be obtained in Paris every Wednesday of Messrs. What are they abont, I wonder? Do they think I don't know them? They're undecided which to have. Then I've wasted my time for WILLING AND Co., 25, Rue de la Michodière, and of M. N. Balnothing, for they'll go away to make up their minds and will have LINGEK, 212, Rue de Rivoli,

Printed by JUDD & GLASS, Phænis Works, St. Andrew's Hill, Doctors' Commons, and Published (for the Proprietor) by THOMAS BAKER, at 80, Fleet-street, E.C.

London : February 29, 1868.

MARCH 7, 1868.]




SCENE 2.-Doris Quinhault's saloon. Narcisse discoveret smashing

ACT I. SCENE 1.-4 Soirée at Baron d'Holbach's.

Enter Doris.

DORI8.—Narcisse, you shouldn't smash my crockery.

NARCISSE.-Jeanne Poisson, the butcher's daughter, where art thou ! MARQUISE.— The Pompadour fainted yesterday at the sight of a

[Faints. ragged man, and exclaimed “Narcisse !" (Irritated.) That woman is Doris.—This young man is clearly off his head. the curse of France ! Enter Baron D'HOLBACH, DORIS QUINAULT (an actress), and GUESTS. ACT III.- The Lace Gallery at Versailles. Arrangements for an amateur CHORUS OP GUESTS.—“Oh, isn't be a Holbach !"

performance. Everybody sitting at the sides where they can't Baron. I am an Encyclopædist, with a theoretical taste for repartee. possibly see anything. The PUMPEYDOOR also in a brd seat, con. (Aside.) By the bye, would it be a good thing to say that this is & sidering her haughty disposition, and the fact that she has to pay small toa (re)partee," or a "small repartoe-party”? No, perhaps

for it all. not. (Struck by a bright idea.) Doris, act to us!

LA POMPADOUR.- Begin ! DORIS.–Nay; but I will tell you an anecdote. Listen. A soody

Curtain rises and discovers an Eastern Palace.
man told me last night I did not play well.
All.-Your story thrills us.

Enter Doris QUINAULT on stage, meeting NARCI88E.

LA POMPADOUR.-Narcisse! Narcisse !
DIDEROT.-This is rather blow. I have a fool outside who will

[NARCISSE leaps from stage and catches her in his arms. amuse you-shall I bring him in? See, there he stands.

NARCISSE.—My wife ! MARQUI8R.-—It is the ragged chap who caused the Pompadour to

All. This is the Pumpoydoor ! faint.

NARCI88E.— The Pompadour ! DoRis.—It is the seedy man who told me I did not act well!

LA POMPADOUR.–Yes! I love you still ! I have only married ALL.-Admit him!

about fifteen people since I had the pleasure of marrying you, and I Enter NARCI88E.

don't care for them now; I don't indeed. I love you only; and now NARCI88B.— Good evening. I am remarkable for my powers of that we are re-united, we will live together as happily as two dear repartee. Marquis, you're a fool. D'Holbach, your an 488. Diderot, little dicky-birds ! Won't we dear ? you're a cad.

NARCISSB (furiously). -Back! Bad woman ! Go! Curses on you !

Ha! ha! ha!
D'HOLBACH (aside, wincing):–His satire cuts me like a razor.
NARCI888.-All men are fools-you're a man, so you're a fool.

LA POMPADOUR.—My husband curse me? Oh, what have I donoLogic-major, minor, and conclusion--Ha! ha! ha!

what have I done to deserve it DIDEROT. -The koave hath learning!

[At this moment a lady of the Court recognises a comic friend in the stalls D'HOLBACH.-Truly, a rare scholar!

and nods to him. She then tells her companion all about him, and the NARCISSE.-A rare scholar! Ha! ha! That's more than any of companion nods, and whispers to her next door neighbour, who quite appreciates you are! (A1 wince audibly.) Hullo ! old cockywax! (To D'HOLBACH, the joke and passes it round until the Court is in convulsions. D'HOLBACH.-Oh, for the ability to meet this satirical scoundrel LA POMPADOUR.—I die-I die !

[Dies. with his own weapons! I will away, and study the art of repartee. NARCIASB.—She is dead ! DORIS (aside).- If I could only get him to play in the piece we are

CURTAIN. going to represent before the Pompadour, the sight of him might kill her. It is a bright idea. I will secure him.

OURSELVES.-A very prosy piece_twice as long as it need be. MR. (Collars NARÇIBSE, and walks off with him. BANDMANN is an excellent actor. His delivery is admirable, and he

steadily resists every temptation to indulge in rant and conventional SCENE 2.- Cabinet of the Duc de Choiseul.

declamation. The other characters are faintly sketched, and, except in Enter the Comte DU BARRI, meeting the Duc DE CHOIABUL

the cases of the three ladies, faintly acted. Do BARRI.—Duke, I have a revelenta-I mean a revelation-to make to you. Narcisse has some mysterious effect on the Pompadour.

Hitting the Right Nail on the Head. We will bring him once more before her, and the consequences may be fatal to her.

It is easy to find the cause of the sore discouragement the Turf has DUXE.-Sir, you're a wily scoundrel.

sustained in the retirement of the DUKE OF BEAUFORT. Some of his Do BARRI. — Abuse from Sir Hubert Stanley!

Grace's horses-notably Vauban, the Two Thousand Guineas hero, [Twenty minutes' more repartee-then exeunt

and Ceylon, winner of the Grand Prize of Paris—have proved them.

solves such veritable “nailers," that it is only natural they should SCENE 3.-The Actress's Boudoir.

come to the “hammer." Enter NARCIBBB. NAROISSE.—The young woman who walked off with me last night

Answers to Correspondents. has kept me a close prisoner-Ha! She comes ! Enter DORIS,

[We can take no notios of communications with illegible signatures or Doris.—Narcisse, I want your life!

monograms. Correspondents will do well to send their real names and

addresses as guarantees. We cannot undertake to return unaccepted M88. NARCI88E.—Would you murder me?

or Sketches, unless they are accompanied by a stamped and directed Doris.—No,

no-you don't understand me I want your biography. Inoelope ; but we cannot enter into correspondence regarding thom, nor do NARCI88E.—You shall have it. My wife bolted from me some years we hold ourselves responsible for loss.] since. I have not seen her since, although I have wandered about ever

SNIP AND DODABR.–We do not want acrostics. since in search of her. By the way, I loathe the Pompadour. She is PLYMOUTH.-We have to thank a correspondent for pointing out that the curse of France.

the “coat and breeches" paragraph we quoted last week was from the DORIS.—It is to pay her out that I have secured you at the Quoon's Western Daily Mercury, not the Morning Neros. request !

G. S. (Norfolk-road.) - Your contribution is not accompanied by a stamped ACT II.-Gallery of Mirrors at Versailles.

and directed envelope-and our rules make no exception.

S. OLDAGIN.---Try Act V. Soeno 1.
Enter the POMPADOUR, attended.

TRADESMAN.-Thank you; the error to which you draw attention was LA POMPADOUR.-I am evidently not popular with the people. They rather a blunder than what you call a “premature oversight"-whatever hiss and hoot at me, because—ha! ha!--I am the King's mistress! that may be.

CHELSEA talks such notice that we fiel sure he writes from cracked Even the Queen is jealous of me! But I could forgive them all this if people wouldn't persist in calling me the “Pumpeydoor.” They

Cheyne-row. have been put up to it, I suppose, by Chevalier Grimm, in revenge for my

F. F. P. (Clapham-road.)– Thanks. Under consideration.

Declined with thanks:-F. G. O.; W. A., Bow-road ; J. B.; Tomogoinciting people to call him the Chevall-ier. But it is hard-very hard ! nops ; A. E. B.; C. H., Manchester; J. B. T., Brixton ; W. A.; T. S., Enter the DUO DE CHOISRUL.

Notting-bill; K.; A Constant Reader, Doctors' Commons; J. L., Ayr; LA POMPADOUR.–De Choiseul, I have just seen my first husband, Liverpool; T. W. J., South Belgravia, Kingston Trio; C. s. G., Finchley;

G. B., Cheapside ; s. X.; E. D. S., Lymington; 0. W., Ramsgate: J. C., Narcisse. I feel I love him, and I want to go and live with him once A Flly froe Wiggin; J.B. Riamon; W. B.; D. A. P., Taunton; J. š., more!

Newcastle; G. P., Marylebone-road; P. T., Dublin; A. W. G.; D. LunaDokl.-Indeed! Then let no word of love ever pass between us. tico; Morality; B. D. Stoke Newington ; G. P., Brighton; E. F., Surbi. We are from this moment Mistress and Minister.

ton; Skyblue; A. J.P., Bradford; F. R. 8. C.; A.P., Glasgow; Tit.


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No. 62.
My first is my second and cock of the walk,
So subtly he'll rule and so glibly will talk,
That his party will fancy that office

they'll keep,
And that GLADSTONE and BRIGHT have gono calmly to


Ah, shrine of St. Cuthbert, how grandly thy tower
Looks down on the water through sunshine and shower.
Wo see the grey turrets in midsummer's gleam,
Rising up to the sky, mirror'd clear in the stream.

A people whose name as familiar will be,
If you've guessed these acrostics, to you as to me.

In Athens in old days this sage we read
A rule of life for many men decreed.

His name in this line is in petto.
He wrote an Italian libretto.

Strange sounds were heard in the ancient house,

They searched all this behind,
But the noise was made by a tiny mouse,
Or else by the passing wind.

He tried at all things, physic, trade, and law,
His wildness anxious parents sadly saw;
Of hope and money, and of friends bereft,
This in the end and this alone was left.

Nothing more stupid than this ; if by chance
The course of instruction should end with a dance,
Some pleasant relief to the over-taxed mind,
The young men and ladies would probably find.

What woman is to man, so mankind swears,
But woman the opinion seldom shares.

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Fare (indignantly) :-“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, BIR ! WHAT DO YOU INPER BY THAT !”




HE task of playing Richard the Third

Gossip P

Oriana А at Drury Lane must be anything but


an easy one; MR. BARRY SULLIVAN
may be congratulated on the succes-


ful way in which he has fulfilled it.

N Nora
The Duke of Glo'ster, as drawn by

M Mum
SHAKESPEARE-brave as a lion, and
subtle as a serpent

finging his

N Nun challenge at Conscience, as at an

T Tout
equal foe, and only wavering in his
defiance when shaken by such SOLUTIONS OF ACROSTIC No. 50, RECEIVED 26TH FEBRUARY :-
ghastly and portentous visitations-Irresistible; Lisa and Beppe : Constance; T. Ď. H.; E. L. O.;
requires a representative combining long and short Clay:. Botin; old Cherry Bounce; Ruby

Smoda; Sarah; To-wbit ; Robinson Crusoe.
great mental with enormous physical
capacities. The version of COLLEY CIBBER
makes little extra demand on the actor's brain,

A Bit of Rail-lery.
but much upon his lungs; and the part of
Richard, as now performed, is probably the

SOME people have the detestable habit of carrying most arduous on the English stage. MR.

“the shop" with them, go where they will. We notice, SULLIVAN fully indicates, in the later scenes of the play, the chivalrous side of the for instance, that Dipwick, the tallow chandler comes up character; in the earlier ones he scarcely throws malignity enough into the horrify- to business every morning from his suburban villa in a ing sarcasms of Glo'ster. The Duke values his tongue almost as highly as his sword;

"composito" carriage. ho should revel in every stroke it makes with a tiendish exultation. In his courting of Lady Ance MR. SULLIVAN is very satisfactory-smooth, plausible, and sufficiently

An Interesting Observation. impassioned, without being extravagantly 80. Altogether, we are much pleased with his performance of Richard. MR. SINCLAIR makes an efficient, but by no means

A BANKER'S CLERK wishes us to put in a good word extraordinary, Richmond; and Mr. McIntyre plays Buckingham respectably, but for the opening at ten o'clock movement. He remarks, with obvious timidity. Mrs. HBRMANN VEZIN is tender and impressive, but she with truth, that anyone whose business has taken him to makes Elizabeth just a leetle too fond of crying. The revived tragedy is tastefully the Bank of England op "dividend day," must have mounted, and the audience is not kept waiting long between the acts.

noted how carefully Bankers' clerks study the “InAt the Strand, MR. BURNAND's Paris has been brought forward again. MrR8terest” of the public. ADA HARLAND and Miss FANNY GWYNNE have now taken their places in this burlesque, which goes briskly.


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