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sented with great (equestri)energy. There is a "plantation song and dance” in this piece.
The Yellow Dwarf, which was “hanged" for its prolixity on the first night, and drawn in no very flattering colours by the critics, has now been quartered by the managementdivided into four acts, and turned into a pantomime. There are things in it which ought to attract half the town, but probably won't owing to the initial want of foresight. There is a "plantation song and dance" in this piece. NESTOR.
A Greeting to the Glorious One. For many months London has languished and pined,
Disconsolate, dreary, and minus all glee,
Beauty and Mind,
For all over the world great renown has he earned ;
Has to England returned !
We welcome that Great One again to our shores !
Where some dared to call him "the biggest of bores." Some laughed at his locks, and some grinned at his garb,
And his “merit artistic” they cruelly spurned. Too long he there suffered from calumny's barb,
But (oh, bliss !) he's returned i Then let us be merry, yea, let us be gay,
For a weight is removed from the national breast. Let us bang the big drum, let us holloa “ Hoorray !”
The Æsthetic Apostle let's greet with a zest. With “ too-too-consumately-utter" deep sighs,
To bebold him again have we frequently yearned ;
We rejoice he's returned.
At seeing us welcome our Wonderful Wilde,
IN THE CONSERVATORY.
See, amid the flowers waiting,
For Cupid (who is e'er despotic) That he's witty or wise, or that art he has learned ;
One who's blest with beauty's dow'r ; Surely such a fay would snare ; 'T is because he is useful to "get at” in print
Is the maiden meditating,
Love, you know, is no exotic-
Only on each plant and flow'r?
Love can flourish anywhere. Or is she thinking of her lover?
It should ne'er, though, like some Does she now his step expect ?
flowers, How To PASS A FAIRLY COMFORTABLE (K)NIGHT.- Probably you 'll soon discover
Fade and be no longer seen; Bide your time in Cheapside, and then go by Sir John Ben- That idea's the more correct.
In her case, Love, show lasting powers, nett.
Be to her an evergreen !
OUR EXTRA-SPECIAL AND MISS LOUISE MICHEL. I FOUND Miss Michel quite as black as she has been painted, Sir, when, one afternoon last week, I saw her for the first time at the Steinway Hall; for not only was she clad in deep mourning, but her looks, when she realized the fact that her audience numbered but twenty, were so black that it required a very strenuous effort on my part to make light of them.
With my usual gallantry I did my best to encourage the lecturess by sitting about in different places and hurrying in and out as though I were a lot of fresh people arriving, but it was all no use. Miss Michel could not make more than twenty of her audience, so that she had reason to complain upon that "score," I admit. Nor was my effort to impress upon her that what the audience lacked in numbers it made up in ExtraSpecial intelligence successful. My command of idiomatic French failed at a critical moment, and I had to leave my sentiments unexpressed.
A second attempt of mine to suggest that our money had better be returned at the door was also a failure for a similar reason; and, soon after three, the "woman of the people"-the outward and visible sign of a secret and widespread "Mary Anne," so to speak-began to address us in French on the wrongs and rights of women.
Miss Michel, like several French persons I have had the misfortune to meet or drink with, gabbled at such a rate that she altogether overtaxed my powers of following her language. But I am not sure this was a fact to regret, for I may add that much of this language of hers, judging by the excited demeanour of a hirsute and communistic patriot near me, went completely home. So if I had followed it I must have arrived at home too, Sir, mustn't I? And then clearly I should not have had my money's worth, should I ? for I may tell you that I did not go in as the
Press (how could I, as one of twenty only?), but paid my sixpence like a man-though, for that matter, I could not very well do anything else, for Louise would naturally have objected to my paying my threepence as a child under twelve.
As far as I could “gather" (and I have never been much of a hand with my needle), Miss Michel is anxious to raise her fellow-country. women-especially those who make slop shirts at Lille; she is still more anxious to raise the banner of Social Revolution; but she is most anxious of all, as you 'll find these friends of the people usually are, to raise subscriptions. I know this because she spoke much more earnestly and slowly when she came to this portion of her speech, and I noticed that all the more communistic of the audience fixed their gaze on me, as though eager to see what I meant to do to help on the Social Revolution -or the Soho-cial Revolution, as I in my Extra-Special quippy way call it-and the cause of the Communard refugees.
But I was not to be rushed, Sir, into extravagance in this way; so, when Miss Michel had quite done, I rose, and, keeping my hand sug. gestively rattling my keys in my trouser pocket, offered, à propos to the Lille needlewomen, to recite "une traduction Française de cette belle poême de Hood's, 'Le Chanson de la Chemise.'
But as the audience noisily declined to hear me, I resumed my seat, turning a deaf ear to the various offers of tuition in idiomatic French rudely
urged upon me by several of the Communards around me. As for Miss Michel, she looked daggers and Orsini bombs at me, and made me feel so uncomfortable that I took an early opportunity and my hat, which a patriot bad tried to annex, and departed with a determi. nation not to waste any more time in watching the development of the “Sobo-cial Revolution."
OUR PROVIDENT WAY. Native oysters are becoming extinct through reckless destruction of the spat; tons of fish are thrown away to raise the market price; seals will soon be very scarce through the wholesale slaughter of immature ones; and now the elephant is threatened with extinction, crowds of them being destroyed simply for the sake of their ivory.-See Newspapers.
Hum!" will be the remark of those descendants when this sort of thing has gone on just a little bit longer; “nice comfortable sort of world they ve left to ine!
Not a scrap of anything on it—I'll just lie down and starve.' And that's about what they will do.
“The Queen has been pleased to signify her intention to appoint Field-Marshal H.R.H. the Duke of Cambridge, K.G., G.C.B., to be personal Aide-de-Camp to Her Majesty, in recognition of the service rendered by his Royal Highness in connection with the Egyptian War."-DAILY PRESS.
QUERY, DID HE PUT THE “ARTISTIC Merit” INTO THE EGYPTIAN CAMPAIGN ?