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sympathetic; and, except that she was never an old woman, and seldom a Scotch one, played throughout with a subdued power that justly com: pelled admiration. Her acting from the moment Meg received her

death-shot was cha: racterized with an intense force and ima. gination fully worthy of the compliment contained in the dead silence which fell upon the house ; but Meg is too incidental a character, and appears too late in the play, to galvanize into vitality the rubbish with which she is surrounded.


ever, suggests the idea COLONEL'S INTOXICATION.

that a new play on

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PACE running short last week prevented my

recording my valuable opinion of My Darling, a piece produced at one of the multitudinous morning performances the Gaiety has been indulging in lately. Under its ori. ginal title, Light (it has been re-christened for copyright reasons, and (possibly) because its extreme heaviness rendered that title a misnomer) it has been played for some time at the Sheffield Theatre, of which Mr. Romaine Callender, the auttor, is the less:e. It seems almost a pity it didn't Romaine there alto. gether. A domestic drama of the humblest and crudest school, characterized by threadbare conventionality of phrase, incident, and character, affords little internal reason for its

presentation to a London audience: there may THE GAIETY.-A PLEA

SIGHT-A ROSIB be (probably are) other reasons, which, how. MAY IN FEBRUARY. ever, it is not my business to guess. It would

be unfair not to mention that the construction is fairly good, and the situations dramatic; most of them have stood the test of years.

From the circumstance that the hero (played by the author) goes blind from grief (whereat the mind speculates on possi. bilities), the piece should have been called, with pleasant reference to the tales of our youth, The Story of Laurent who usurped his Brother's place, and of Sam. son's ungrateful Daughter Helen; con. taining the Adven. tures of the Fourth

THE GAIETY.-Miss MYRA AND HER ADMYRAS. Callender who was Blind. This would look well on a poster in one scot letters.

Mr. Callender played his part with a great deal of earnestness, but with painful staginess and unreality ; the art of Miss Myra Holme and Mr. Harry Monkhouse was apparent through even such poor materials; and Miss Rosie May, as a new.comer with some appa: rent pride (and quite justifiable pride, mind şou) in a pretty figure, is worthy of welcome as inoffensive and promising.

It was a bold experiment of Miss Genevieve Ward to present before a London audience that extraordinary monument of incapacity, Daniel Terry's acting version of Guy Manner. ing, shorn of its usual musical accompaniments.

The stilted bathos of that immortal specimen THE OLYMPIC.-GILBERT of insincerity has perhaps been equalled by an


opera-book here and there, but has never been ALLIANCE.

excelled in any way, I should say : there is

such a thing as feeble childishness which is laughable ; this play, unfortunately, affords no such refuge, it is only wearisome. The experiment met with all the success it de. served, which was not much. A fine piece of acting in one part of such a play is not excuse enough for its resuscitation from the limbo of the minor operatic stage, which is its proper sphere.



Miss Ward's company is not of conspicuous strength ; but Mr. W. H. Vernon, excellent actor as he is known to be, revealed unexpected resources of drollery and character as Dandie Dinmont; Mr. Edmund Lyons was unexaggeratedly good as Glossin; and Mr. Hatton was quite at home as the truculent Dirck Hatteraik; Mr. Beck made no very distinct impression as Guy Mannering, but what impression can a man make who, after hearing a flute beneath his sister's window, finding that window open, and “a strange boat" beneath it, retires to bed after a few questions, with the cheersul remark that he will leave the further prosecution of the search “till opportunity shall lead to discoveryi Miss Lucy Buck. stone was a very efficient Lucy Ber. tram, and Miss Achurch a smiling Julia. Mr. A. T. Hilton remorselessly misconceived the character of Dominie Sampson. · I must see Miss Lingard in some

uz more wholesome play than Alex. ander Dumas' Camille (which, like other things of doubtful character, seems fond of aliases) be. fore I quite decide whether I think we are to boast of the revelation THE OLYMPIC.-ACHURCH AND A of another actress of high mark

"STEEPLE. worthy by-and-bye to rank side by side with a Modjeska, a Mrs. Vezin, or an Ellen Terry; but I have a strong feeling that we are. That she is a practised actress and a win. ning and graceful lady there can be no doubt. Up to the third act of the piece one could not be sure that she was more, but the command of truthful emotional expression which she displayed in the interview with the elder Duval, and (more especially) in her parting with Armand, give hope that the over-care and artificiality of her earlier and later scenes were due to the arti. ficiality and sickly sentimentality of the part; her accomplish. ments are, in any case, sufficient to make us feel proud that she is an English actress (although she has passed most of her stage-lise in America and Australia), and, in spite of mymatured dislike of the play, I Lingard to the end. It is not necessary to comment at length upon the rest of the


DANDIE TAKING A LITTLE REFRESHMENT. was a very effective Armand, Mrs. Leigh very droll as Madame Prudence, and Miss Con. stance Gilchrist (" grown up" now, and no longer "Connie ") gave a touch of real comedy to the part of Nichette.



Miss Ward's rendering of Meg Merrilies was certainly very fine-thoughtful, powerful, weird, and

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I THINK DO clever club on earth

Excels the one that I belong to.
Much less in malice than in mirth

My club I send this little song to. Not mine to criticize or judge

The ways and habits of the members. 'Tis known I never bear a grudge,

Or stir a quarrel in its embers. But I confess one fellow there,

No matter what his name or nation, Appears to me to taint the air

Of our select association : He gives himself so many airs

That few, if any, venture near him ; He rants, he swaggers, and he swears,

Until it seems a sin to hear him.

Conceit and ignorance intense

Could hardly paint his nature fully: With folks who never mean offence

He plays the braggart and the bully. If one associate in the lot

This pretty creature's clack opposes, He fiercely threatens on the spot

Black eyes and sanguinary noses. Alas! will nobody suggest

A fit and proper way of dealing With one so loathed, and such a pest,

And so berest of proper seeling ? Our gratitude would be as great

As our acknowledgments were hearty. One little fact remains to state

I chance myself to be the party!

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A Mis-"stake," The gentleman who had a “stake in the country" has de. cided that he much prefers, as a matter of taste, to have “a chop in town" from the grill at his own club.

Motto for the owner of a well-known race-horse that is about to run again.— "My ‘Kingdom' for a horse!"

A PARADOX.--A perfect vacuum cannot exist, as if it did it would be no(w)air.


Second Sweep.-“A HOYSTER, BILL?".

Je dor's !


FRIDAYS, 16.—Ah! yes, ve are back, ce n'est pas rève! Ve are at ze same old games. Balfour and Sir Lawson are espeaking by ze mile. Zey explain zey vapt to amend ze Address. I ask if zey amend a dress

always by takiog it to ze pieces. Henri Richard say to me it is not ze pieces, but ze vars he object to. Ze Government are hit all round. Ze Tories sink zey fight too late, ze Radicals zat zay sould not have fight at all. Mr. O'Don. nell is as nice, gentil, and gentlemans-like as — as usua's. Altare so many hole have been pick, ze Ad. dress it is not amend at all. I put on my hat : I have not been so much

asleep since ze last Session. I vill make track, je dormirai bien. In ze lobby I meet Milor Granville. Have I hear how be have vipe down Salisbury? I have not; to-morrow I vill, vit plaisir. He say he have tickel-no, tackel-him on Ireland. I say, " Bon soir, milor ;" and on Egypt

Sacré! Before he have say more I am in my hansom cab. Ooray!

Monday, 19.-I go and listen to the Lords; vraiment, zey do zeir business vit more politesse and less rows zan ve. Milor Mount-Temple vant to know vare ze statue of ze Duke of Vellington sall go. Ze subject, like ze statue, vas drop.

In ze Commons zey are still on ze Address. Happy Grand Old Man ! Ze General-Attorney have leave to bring in his tarnation-ah! noAffirmation Bill. Sir Norsecote tuck up ze esleeve.

Tuesday, 20.-Ze Lords drop in at half-past four, zey chat about Tunis, and zey drop out at half-past five. I sink I must ask for a peerage, and, as your poet say, go home to tea alvays. It is all ve can do in the ozzare place” to return to breakfast.

In ze Commons 2e Address debate goes on, some of ze Members go on at each ozzares. Mr. Gorst make ver' cheeky espeech, but Sir Harcourt sit on bim. Greek meets Greek-Mr. Miloer Gibson meets Sir Harcourt. Milor Randy is up. Ze Grand Old Man is not zare to slap him, so ze cheeky boy carry on.

Ze House is count out at 12.30. I vish it had counted time for a drink.

Vennisday, 22.- Sir Maxvell continue ze debate. He try draw out Mr. Parnell, but ze cork-zat is, ze Cork Membare-vill not come out of his bottel. Néanmoins, Mr. O'Brien, ze new Membare for Mallow, he is “up” like ze cork of beer of gingare. Some von tell me his style is Mallow dramatique. Bientôl, ve have more beer of gingare-Mr. O'Donnell, but he no go fizz bang—he go flat. “Asscz ya, si irop n'ya." Aftare so much of leetle small beer, ve have some portaire-zat is, ze General-Attorney for Ireland; enfin ve adjourn.

Sursday, 23. - In ze Lords it is ask by Lord Brabourne vezzare ze Boers are using dynamite contre les natifs. Il semble que oui. Ze Transvaal is civilizing itself.

In ze Commons Mr. Forster spik ver plain, Mr. Parnell ver ugly, Mr. OʻKelly also ; ze latter is chuck. Mr. Forster then said zat ze Land L:1zue vas illeaguels.

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A deputation from the Pawnbrokers' Association lately waited upon the Home
Secretary, to urge the adoption of certain modifications of the Stolen Property Bill.
The trade take special exception to the section in the Bill empowering a police con-
stable, instead of the owner, to obtain a warrant to search premises for a stolen article.

By Jove! they've been and brought to light
A very valuable right;
I'll—hang it all! I'll tell you what-
I'll get a warrant on the spot!
Ob, bother! I shall have to say
I've lost some trifle by the way;
Now, let me see, suppose I said-
Of course—I 'll say I've lost my head.
I'll tell you why I claim my right
With such amazing appetite:
I've queer suspicions, which I'd die
To comfortably verify.
I half suspect-(and I'm acute),
That Tomkins "pops" his ev'ning suit,
That suit he seems so proud to don-
It looks so creasy when it's on!
Between ourselves, I'd almost swear
That Mrs. Tomkins “pops" her hair;
Her little wisp, I know,
Could never make that Sunday show.
Then Jones that tale he will unfurl
About his cousin who's an earl ;
I've never seen him, morn nor eve-
He pawns him; that's what I believe.
I've heard from Bioks and Bunter both,
That Jinks assures them on his oath
That Crimper swears that Skimper's plate
Has been invisible of late!
And then those tales of Twigger's Rights,
With clocks and things, between the lights-
Old Groodle says there's not a doubt-
That's what I want to ferret out.
And then, you know, one hears a crop
Of funny tales of Blenkinsop;
And hiots are all about the place
Anent the Countess and her lace.
I'll get a warrant and appear
At all the “Uacles' ” places near ;
And as I search and rout about
I'm sure of finding something out;


How frequently the idea has been put forward, by kindly intentioned persons of “superior information," that each citizen of this world ought to try to further, advance, and watch over the general well-being of society, in the same way that the young mother watches over her only liitle one during an attack of measles, nettle-rash, or cutting the first tooth. But the paths that philanthropists have to tread often prove sufficiently rough and slippery to trip the benevolent beings up, and occasionally they rise no more.

Violet Maine was a paragon of sweet simplicity. She longed to improve her Violet once clasped her hands, and refused to ever speak again to Birkett Drawlatch until he had proved himself a philanthropist by reclaiming some one. “Reclaim a thief,” she said, making a kind of mesmeric pass over his head, “and I will be thine." Drawlatch being, in the language of the impenitent, “spoons," made a sharp start for reclaiming.

On a gloomy November afternoon Birkett splashed his feet in the puddles of the Mint. He inquired of a yellow.faced cat's-meat man, chopping sticks of firewood at the back of his shop, if he knew a thief.

"Yes!” replied the yellow-faced party; “'im wot sells meat lower down;" adding, “If you wants a genuine cheap meal, my best beef's on'y twopence a pound."

A barber, in answer to Drawlatch, remarked that he knew a many "clyfakers," "rampers," in fact, all sorts; but trade was bad, and no one hadn't brought him puffen to sell lately, and they didn't, in general, like their addresses given; but, if on the square, the old lady, as was a coal, coke, and charcoal contractor, round the corner, might put 'im on the right "lay.”

“Madam,” sa:d Birke to an unwashed old dame seated in a dingy coal-shed, "to find a thief in the Mint is like trying to find a needle in a bundle of hay.”

“Lie down in the bundle of hay, the needle 'ull soon find you. Lean against that shutter, close yer eyes, you 'll soon ketch a thief."

Birkett took her advice; captured a small clyfaker, bore him home, and reclaimed him vigorously.

While being reclaimed the boy fascinated Birkett by showing him the various tricks by which property is annexed, and Drawlatch soon found that his own fingers itched to imitate the boy's tricks.

At last Kleptomapia fairly attacked him. His first day's madness made him the possessor of a silver violin, built in Central Africa about the year 1500, a copy of Foxe's Book of Martyrs, a diamond pin, a pair of black pearl earrings, five pounds of mixed biscuits, and two pounds of cheese. Birkett carried on his eccentricity till the “reclaimed” boy left him in disgust, and obtained a lucrative situation.

Meanwhile consternation reigned among the "Bodega ” managers. The consumption of gratis biscuits and cheese was enormous. At last the cause was discovered. One bright May morn Birkett entered a “ Bodega," called for a glass of No. 6, then with the adroitness of a conjuror placed the contents of the biscuit-tray in one pocket, hall the cheese in another. The tray being refilled, Birke:t again tried his skill, and the bass voice of the manager rang out, "Eat what you please, but pocket none. James, fetch the police?"

Sequel.-Discovery of a house-full of stolen property. Five years penal servišude. Though her portrait shows it not, Violet sorrows. She intends to marry the “reclaimed one " when he is old enougb.





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I'm sure to find, before I've done,
Some prime domestic skele-tun :
I want to see the ravelled ends,
The seamy side, of all my friend's !
It will be fun to hurry with
The tale of Jones's seams to Smith,
And then, ia confidential tones,
Describe the latter's darns to Jones !


(See Cartoon.)
LONG, long in pitiful distress
Poor Erin owned her helplessness,
For reigning Terror held her down,
And forced obeisance to its crown;
Whilst all unseen the bloody hand
Dealt death and outrage through the land.
In vain she strove to raise her head,
For Justice lay discomfited ;
In vain for mercy might she cry,
The sole response was cruelty;
And Terror's fiends, invisible,
Still scathless did the work of hell.

So Erin suffered, but at length
The cause of right recovered strength,
And Justice, springing to her feet,
Resumed once more her judgment-seat,
'Fore which, in cowering appeal,
Unmasked the fiends of Terror kneel.

Can they who ne'er did mercy show
Demand indulgence from their foe?
Shall they who set at nought the law
Escape unpunished from its claw?
Great was the hazard, fierce the fight;
Justice has triumphed-let her smite.

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