'YOU ARE WELCOME, MASTERS, WELCOME ALL!"

THE other day, at Maybury, the PRINCE OF WALES inaugurated the Royal Dramatic College. The ceremony over, his Royal Highness, attended by the Council of the College, ascended the steps that led to a temporary platform, and waited for the special train which was to convey its royal freight back to London. He, if we may be allowed to use that familiar pronoun in reference to royalty, had to wait some twenty minutes before the en-gine, as the Americans call it, saluted him with a puff of smoke. During that time H.R.H. looked round upon the Council and their white wands. There were tragedians with white wands, and comedians with white wands; in fact, the appearance and demeanour of the actors was (q)white wand-erful. His Royal Highness-feeling that he required some conversational refreshment a light lunch of BUCKSTONE, or a gentle repast of WIGAN, or something of that sort-expressed a wish to speak to MR. TOOLE, of the Adelphi. That gentleman was brought forward, and an animated conversation ensued.

It is the proud privilege of the proprietors, editors, contributors, compositors and vendors of this journal to know everything that happens, and a good deal that does not-which is not an uncommon thing with journals-and which will account for the following verbatim report of the conversation between his Royal Highness and MR. J. L. Toole.

MR. J. L. TOOLE, whom, for the sake of brevity, we will call J. L. T., bows and leans upon his wand after the manner of POLONIUS. H. R. H. (His Royal Highness) smiles, and wishes he had a cigar.

H. R. H.-Very glad to see you, MR. TOOLE. We've had a very beautiful day.

J. L. T. (unaccustomed to princes, but smiling.)-Yes, your Royalhighnemajesty-I mean, your Royalmajehighnesty. (Thinks of MR. JOHN MADDISON MORTON, and becomes confused.) Charming weather for the trees and the fruits, and-and-productions of all sorts. All well at home, I hope, your Highness?

H. R. H.-Quite well, thank you.

J. L. T. (tearfully).—The Princess and (with a voice broken by emotion) the baby?

H. R. H.-Quite well, thank you.

(J. L. T. pokes the Prince in the ribs with his fore and middle fingers, and says "ck." Would say, "You dog," but sees that the Prince doesn't like it. An awful pause, during which J. L. T. contemplates his wand as if it had never struck him in that light before, and looks a sadder and a wiser man.)

H. R. H.-I hope that your friend, MR. PAUL BEDFORD, is quite well.

J. L. T. (rallying).—Thank your Highness, I believe that the dear infant is now taking his natural refreshment from a champagne bottle in the tent.

(H. R. H. smiles. J. L. T. thinks he will offer him a cigar; takes out his case and finds it empty).

H. R. H.-I am indebted to you for many hours of very great amusement, MR. TOOLE.

J. L. T. (resolved to impress the scion of a Royal House).—The stage, your Highness, is an agreeable relief from politics, the study of which engrosses my chief attention. The present position of Germany now (thinking that he interests the Prince, and failing) is a source of great anxiety to me. I cannot sleep o' nights for thinking of it.

H. R. H.-I was very much pleased in the Knotting 'em Brothers with your personation of the American lecturer.

J. L. T.-And then again there is America. How wonderful is that Republic! The present President, as your Royal Highness is no doubt aware, was a tailor.

H. R. H. (thinking of POOLE).-Some very good fellows tailors. J. L. T. (resolving to order a new suit).-Very good fellows, indeed, your Royal Highness. And the Italian question is also fraught with complications. It was but the other night that I was saying to my friend MR. ROBERT ROMER-your Highness knows MR. ROBERT ROMER of the Adelphi.

H. R. H.-Perfectly; who does not ?

J. L. T.-MR. ROBERT ROMER was saying that the attitude of Prussia vitiated the political secretions of the entire European epidermis.

H. R. H.-I was very much pleased with you in the Willow Copse too. I should like to see that piece again.

J. L. T.-It shall be played for my next benefit twice during the same evening. Places can be secured two years in advance. But to return to Prussia

H. R. H.-To return to London, I think. (The special train arrives puffing at the Dramatic College as if it were a morning paper.) Good morning, MR. TOOLE. Most happy to have made your acquaintance. [Exeunt prince and engine.

MR. TOOLE cries "Adieu," and waves his lily wand.

LITERATURE.

SIR,-The success which has attended the publication in your pages of my French edition of " Fly not yet," is attested by the fact that in many continental countries it is already adopted as their national anthem. It has become the song of the day all over the continent. Under these encouraging circumstances I am tempted to submit the following translation of another bacchanalian ballad, by the same distinguished author. I allude to the late THOMAS MOORE. GARRYOWEN. .I.

On peut voyager comme un enfant à une fête,

We may roam through the world like a child at a feast,
Qui ne goute qu'un bonbon, puis s'en va inquiete ;(')
Who but sips of one sweet, then flies off to the rest;
Et si plaisir commence vous ennuyer dans l'est,
And if pleasure begins to grow pale in the east,

Tu peux prendre tes ailes et t'en aller à l'ouest.
We may call for our wings and fly off to the west.
Mais si eœurs qui tâtent et yeux qui brillent,
But if hearts that feel and eyes that smile,

Sont les mellieures choses bon ciel nous donne,
Are the dearest gifts kind heaven supplies,
Nous n'avons pas besoin de quitter notre île,()
We never need leave our own bright isle,

Pour sensitifs cœurs et pour yeux qui étonnent.
For sensitive hearts and for sun-bright eyes.

N'oubliez donc pas quand on couronne ta tasse,
Then remember whenever your goblet is crowned,
Dans le monde si à l'est ou à l'ouest tu vas,

In the world whether eastward or westward you roam,
Quand la chope aux sourirs de la Beauté se passe,
When the cup to the smile of sweet women goes round,
Oh n'oubliez pas ceux que vous quittez là-bas !

Oh remember the smiles that adorn them at home!
II.

En Albion le jardin de Beauté est mis,

In England the garden of beauty is kept,
Sous un dragon de pruderie chainé tout prêt;
By a dragon of prudery chained within call;
Mais si souvent cet animal s'est endormi,
But so oft this unamiable dragon hath slept,
Qu'après tout le jardin n'est pas trop bien soigne
That the garden's but carelessly watched after all.
Oh il manque cette wild sweet briery fence,(3)
Oh it lacks that wild sweet briery fence,

Qu'autour les plantes de l'Erin dwells;(3)
That round the plants of Erin dwells;
Qui previent la touche en gagnant the sense,(3)
Which warns the touch while winning the sense,
Ni charme nous moins quand elie most repels !(3)
Nor charms us least when it most repels!
N'oubliez donc pas, &c.

Then remember whenever, &c.

A. DAPTER.

(1) "Enfant" est masculin et "inquiete" est feminin. C'est ainsi avec les hommes et les femmes. Telle est la vie!

(2) Il existent des poetes soi-disant, qui diront que "ile" ne rime pas avec "brillent." Mais ils n'en sachent rien.

(3333) Ces paroles de Toм MOORE sont si magnifques que j'ai pensé que ce serait mieux de les laisser, et de ne pas les traduire ce n'est pas que c'est difficile à trouver des rimes. Je ne sais pas si "rime" est le Français pour "rhyme" mais je pense que c'est possible que ce soit.

THE STATE OF THE DRAMA.

IN our sight-seeing age, when the love of the stage
Every day becomes greater and greater,

When we rush every night to that scene of delight
Which is vulgarly term'd a "the-ayter,"

You'll pardon my bringing before you
This subject; and don't, I implore you,
Imagine my song is sufficiently long

Or sufficiently dreary to bore you.

MISS ARRAH-NA-POGUE-and good luck to her brogue-
Still continues to cram the Princess's;

While that other young lady (who teases O'GRADY)
Spends quite a small fortune in dresses.

There's also a farce with a fiddle-
Which sent me to sleep in the middle-
And how any well-wisher of MR. D. FISHER
Can sit it all out is a riddle.

MONSIEUR ROBERT MACAIRE, with his insolent stare,
From the T. R. Lyceum is banished;

BELPHEGOR, the Mountebank, failed like a County Bank;
Even DON CESAR has vanished.

And surely this reign of "sensation"
Was rather an odd consummation

For one who came over from Calais to Dover,
With views of reforming the nation.

MISS BATEMAN's Bianca was nearly as blank a
Performance as ever I sat through;

While, as for her Julia, one must be truly a
Hero to try and sit that through.

MR. SOTHERN is capping Dundreary

(Of whom we got heartily weary);

-But whether his brother will "draw" like the other,

Of course is at present a query.

TOWN TALK.

BY THE SAUNTERER IN SOCIETY.

We have another little Prince, and a very promising child he is. I know that my lady readers will be delighted to hear that His Royal Highness cries quite naturally, and sleeps like any other child. He has even been observed to wink, and one of the female domestics of rather an imaginative turn of mind, it must be admitted-has been heard to express an opinion that His Royal Highness has smiled-but of this I won't be certain. I hear that MR. WHALLEY is in great distress about the young Prince's future, having learnt, from what source it is impossible now to state, that His Royal Highness is shortly expected to arrive at the Pap-al state. I hear the Record is to go into mourning as soon as this fact has been ascertained. Every one is desirous of learning what our latest Royal Highness is to be christened. I have heard that he is to be named after the editor and staff of a comic paper, the name of which, for obvious reasons, I suppress.

THE news from America is distressing to those who have seen with pleasure the great Republic weather the storm, and survive a civil war in which both sides have done much to add lustre to the national history. By and by, when the wounds have healed, Americans will be able to speak with pride of such men as STONEWALL JACKSON and ABRAHAM LINCOLN-no matter on which side they were ranged. It would be a matter of deep regret if the names of JEAFFERSON DAVIS and ROBERT LEE could not be spoken of in the same way, because the closing scenes of their lives would not read well for their conquerors. It is encouraging to think that the Americans are a hasty people, not a vindictive, and that the generous impulse which induced the Federal troops to cheer the great Confederate general as they passed his house in Richmond is characteristic of the nation. I for one shall continue to think DAVIS and LEE are safe-and also the fame of the established Republic.

WEARY WELL!

WHY did not LORD WESTBURY retire? Quite out of the question, of course! You can't expect a man to give up office until he is sick of it-he must tire before he can re-tire!

LITERARY NOTE.-In what form did BURNS address his departed MARY? In a polygon (POLLY gone), we presume.

There

THE election gets nearer and nearer-I dare say some of the candidates would say 66 nearer and dearer." There is a general lull in politics in consequence, but it is the lull before the storm. will be some fierce contests, not only in the metropolitan boroughs, but in many country constituencies. The fact that it is-in spite of all that has been said to the contrary-rather difficult to define the difference between the Liberalism and Conservatism of the present day, will not make the battle a whit less fierce-in fact, will make it the fiercer. For rancour and violence, commend me to an election where one of the parties is divided against itself. The greater the that the Conservatives and Liberals will have a good many differences resemblance the stronger reason for establishing a difference; and is more than likely. It is to be hoped that, whatever else it may be, the new House will be a Reform one in one sense. riotous behaviour which distinguishes the present Parliament is continued, the familiar phrase, "the gallery of the House of Commons," will have to be applied to the floor of the House, for the members of late have been conducting themselves "like gods together" at a transpontine theatre. The Speaker seems to have little weight, and in LORD PALMERSTON's absence the House is so disorderly it is almost indictable. Why doesn't the parish take the matter up?

If the

I DON'T think-to turn to things literary-that Our Mutual Friend is as good as usual this month. Certainly the illustrations are not up to the mark, or-perhaps, I may be allowed to say the MARK-US STONE who drew for the first numbers.

THE admirers of MR. LOCKER's poems-and they are many, for he is one of the best and cleverest writers of vers de société since PRAED will regret that he has been persuaded to let his poems form the third in MoxON's series of Miniature Poets-a bad title, by the way. It is no disparagement of MR. LOCKER's undeniable talent to say that he is hardly strong enough for the place after TENNYSON and BROWNING and before SHELLEY. The comparison is most unfair to him, and the