affair. UCH as one regrets that there should have been any unpleasantness about Gladiateur, it is impossible not to be gratified at the upshot of the whole The preternaturally solemn correspondence - very properly described by the press as "official"which passed between the stewards and the Jockey Club and COUNT LAGRANGE has quite a diplomatic air, and is calculated to restore the international confidence, which, nursed at Brest and fostered at Portsmouth, was imperilled at Doncaster. It has been whispered that LORD RUSSELL, delighted at the success of his Gastein letter, has addressed a congratulatory epistle to the EMPEROR on the restoration of the good understanding between England and France. Whether this be true or not, I cannot say, but I hear the EMPEROR was observed to light his cigar with a larger wisp of paper than usual the other day. I SEE that the inventor of the spiritual writing on the arm-the trick which MR. FOSTER, the Yankee medium, worked in England-has been fined in America for juggling without a licence. I am very glad to hear it. Every small quack who is exploded clears the atmosphere. Foolish-or fraudulentBritish believers won't have a medium left to swear by soon. HUME, their first and best medium, has been detected-the story is too long to tell, but it is very good,-FOSTER'S humbug was exposed, and now in Paris the DAVENPORT trick has been shown up. The British believers have been driven gradually to relinquish each of these prophets, and unless the supply is kept up won't have a humbug to swear by. By the way, I see the DAVENPORTS are saying now that the seat was smashed and not released by a spring, and put in a broken board in evidence. As, however, they did not show it at the time and might easily get up such evidence, I don't think they will delude many. For my own part I wouldn't believe them on affidavit, and consider them quite capable of manufacturing this explanation. Ir appears that the doings of the British Association at Birmingham have excited much interest in France, and that the discussion on Cannibalism especially has given rise to considerable debate. Our lively neighbours, with the true culinary instinct, which makes them the only real cooks in Europe, or the world, have gone straight to the consideration of the suitability of human flesh for the cuisine, and their ultimatum is that after you have turned four-and-twenty you are rather coarse eating, and it is quite impossible to make-oh, truly French notion-soup of you. That's bad news for us old fellows who have got into our thirties! WHAT is coming to our provincials? Has the increase of the desire to send missions to foreign parts led to our country folk becoming uncivilized savages? The reason of my asking the question is that I see that at a fancy fair (all fancy fairs are mischievous) recently held at Wimbourne, prizes were offered for the best-looking young man, and the best looking girl, to be nominated by a committee of ladies ir. the first instance, and gentlemen in the second. The natural modesty of the sex, which not even a constant course of fancy fairs can entirely eradicate, prevented the first half of the scheme from being carried out, but the boors and bumpkins actually balloted for the candidates for the ladies prize, and two young ladies obtained an equal number of votes. I wonder whether the girls were exhibited in stalls like beasts at a cattle show, and if the judges discussed their points and punched them about in the approved fashion. Such an exhibition is disgraceful even to a county as low down in the scale of civilization as Dorset. MR. DISRAELI has made a speech to the Bucks farmers, without any politics in it-except, of course, his attributing the cattle plague to the present Government. The prospects of HER MAJESTY'S Opposition must be circumscribed indeed if the leader of the party could find nothing to talk about but agriculture, about which he knows even less than he does about statesmanship. THE Sunday School Union, so says a cotemporary, is about to bring out with the new year, a cheap weekly magazine for young people, to be called Kind Words. Of course the S.S.U. teaches children to be honest and speak the truth, so I don't see what better story they could begin their publication with than something in this style: "Once upon a time there was a publisher who brought out a magazine called Good Words. It was a great success and sold well. But there was a pious society which was always telling little people not to steal, so it cribbed this title and altered it a little, so as to be able to prevaricate and say it was not quite the same, and brought out a magazine to teach its young readers to be honest and tell the truth." I present that little story to the new magazine. FENIANISM after all was hardly worth the fuss that has been made about it. A lot of ungrammatical Irish melodies and a little drilling be looked upon as the breaking out of the volunteer mania in another form, would seem to be all that has come of it. The silly folk who have been arrested must not be too severely punished. I should advise hard labour-to consist in weeding the celebrated cabbage garden where SMITH O'BRIEN did such wonders for Ireland. which may YOUNG ESCULAPIUS. HURRAH! for October, all sober The leaves wear their livery of brown, And fresh to his jawbones, young Sawbones Comes merrily up to the Town. Parental oppression, the session Will soon put an end to; with glee He'll soon have had tussles with muscles Can quicken them early or late. He mocks at, and all that it brings, Flies into whenever he plays. Turns up at unlimited loo. The landladies prudent, our student A Shocking In-trews-ion. WE understand that the kilt is going out of fashion in Scotland. There has long been a complaint against it among the sportsmen who adopted it while deerstalking and grouse shooting. They say they got so cut and scratched about the legs when working for a day in the national costume that when they came home it was a return of the kilt and wounded. By abandoning the habit they hope to have better bags-but a trews to jesting! The subject is too painful. 1 FROM OUR STALL. As we predicted, the Prince of Wales's Theatre opened on Monday, the 25th ultimo, and the audience went into raptures at the sight of MISS MARIE WILTON, or rather we should say, at the sight of Marie Edgardo, master of Ravenswilton. And when Miss JOHN LUCY ASHTON CLARKE showed her flaxen ringlets, her breezy bonnet, satin scarf, timidity, sandalled shoes, and blushes, a smilar ovation awaited him-no, we mean her. The new burlesque of Lucia de Lammermoor is worthy of its prolific author. It is full of fun, pun, and parody, and the musical travesties are chosen with more than usual felicity. "Oh! Kafoozlem!" and the new edition of the "Mabel Waltz" are destined to be familiar in the mouths of little London boys. MISS HUGHES, 80 long a favourite actress at the Olympic when poor ROBSON was the hero of the hour, has joined the light troop of the Prince of Wales's, and makes a very sprightly Alice. She sings, acts, and dances so charmingly that it is no wonder Bucklaw and Raymond fall in love with her. And, talking of charming and Bucklaw, MISS FANNY JOSEPHS, in her scarlet coat and shiny boots, looks as if she had just walked off the lid of a French plum-box, having carefully extracted all the sweetness of the plums. Two words of commendation for MESSRS. MONTGOMERY and DEWAR. The former gentleman has a vein of humour which should be hard worked, and we hope will be hard worked, and the latter blusters as Lucy's big brother most effectively. MR. BYRON is an extraordinary man, for he has told the story of "Lucia," certainly with considerable alterations, in four scenes! It must not be forgotten that each of these four scenes is an admirable specimen of the pictorial art; the last, in particular, is a most agreeable combination of gold, silver, gas, foil, paper, and real water. "Lucia" is what the Americans call a "live" piece, and will run. The public mind of London has been for some time torn by distracting doubts as to who, what, or which are the "only original and veritable legitimate Christy's Minstrels." FUN being omniscient, naturally knows everything, so of course he knows what party is the 0.0.A.V.L.C.M. (only original and veritable legitimate Christy's Minstrels), and his decision has been awaited with breathless expectation by numerous crowned heads of Europe, the nobility and gentry, the Lord Mayor and Corporation of the city of London, the united body of metropolitan beadles, the ancient order of Odd Fellows, and the public at large, and in temporary durance. Well, then, FUN knows which are the 0.0.A.V.L.C.M.'s, but from motives which his own large heart alone can appreciate, declines to say. Let it rest in doubt with the authorship of the Letters of Junius. But FUN will relax, so far as to say that he has been much pleased with the performances of the troupe of Christy's Minstrels now playing at the St. James's Hall, pleased with the songs, the dances, and the dioramic views. FUN would rather look upon the ocean than embark upon it, would rather see a pictorial representation of the Great Eastern than inhabit a first-class cabin in it. Bravo, Messieurs Christy, whether you are Christy's pere, or Christy's fils, or Christy's ainé, or Christy's jeune, or Christy's freres. Les Christy's ne sont pas Vivent les Christy's! morts. ON ZOILISM. In a wonderful pamphlet with which we made acquaintance a day or two ago, entitled On Zöilism; an Essay towards Pathological Analysis, by one MR. JOHN POYER, we find the following remarkable sentence:"But the Zöilistic humour, such as it is that is to say, its dreary and silly imitation of wit, what may be called the spasmodic mechanism of the Züilistic mind convulsively striving to emulate the dynamic spontaneity of humourous utteranceshall now be shown in a concrete form to our readers." Ah, we have a word or two to say to MR. JOHN POYER on this point. Doesn't it occur to him that the consanguineous homology existing between the periphlogistic antitrinitarianism of transcendental idiosyncrasy on the one hand, and the psychological spontaneity of Cimmerian parallelopipedism on the other, is calculated to disintegrate the physiognomical indicia which may be assumed to exist in the oracular transmutation of all homogonous ephemerals: We pause for a reply. "Come where my love lies SOME anxiety is being felt on account of the prolonged absence of M. DU CHAILLU. Those who have read his book, however, are of opinion that he is only lying, perdu. HAPPY SCOTLAND. We are glad to see signs of increasing prosperity in the North. It is evident from the ascertained decrease of snuil-taking there that there is less pinching than there used to be. THE MODERN DRAMA. A PREFACE IN THE FORM OF AN INSCRIPTION. READER! The Drama never dies; But Managers are usually obtuse, Of noble tendencies and sterling genius, The obsolete And antiquated productions, Suited only to the infaney of civilisation, That are associated With A name so notorious For sensational effects and quibbling puns, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE We commence our selections with some characteristic extracts from By SIR G. E. L. B*LW*R L*TT*N. ADOLPHUS, a footman, who has read the works of a gifted baronet, con- ADOL. (quite casually).-Yes, lady, I have loved thee! I have dared Has loved thee with the passionate heart of man! I burnt the midnight taper; I perused The thrilling drama of the gardener's son; The gentlemanly swindler CLAude Melnotte, He pauses to observe the effect. Not perceiving any, he continues :— What are they all to Love?-To Love, whom erst ADOL.-The candelabra, with their lustrous light, I weighed the deed well over in my mind; [Enter a Detective.] A charge of felony, ADOLPHUS SMITH. ADOL. (as he is being handcuffed).— Yes; bear me to the dungeon; but reflect- A TALE OF A TRAVELLER (COMMERCIAL). SOME years ago, said the elderly man with crimson whiskers and a cast in each eye, as he drew himself proudly up to his full height (four foot eleven), I was travelling for the house of-well, suppose we say the house of BROWN, JONES, and ROBINSON. We were in the mized pickle and potted meat line, and there was no smarter gig upon the road at that period than the one made use of by your humble servant for the purpose of taking country air and country orders. Now it fell out, in the year 1846, that the small but flourishing town of Didbury, in Shropshire was taken with a fierce and insatiable yearning for mixed pickles. There was only one man in the whole town who escaped the prevailing epidemic, and he, by the most singular coincidence in the world, had never been seen to eat anything but potted meats. Of course, therefore, Didbury was as good as a small fortune to B. J. and R. Many a pleasant and profitable trip to that Paradise of epicureanism it was my fortune to undertake. Many a narrative sparkling with refined epigram was it my luck to relate, in the commercial room of the "Golden Cockroach," to an admiring audience of bagmen, and each story was received with a frequent chorus of "Good again, sir!" and "That'll do, guv'nor!" On one of these visits to Didbury, I resolved, partly moved by an enthusiasm for business, and partly by a genuine outburst of hospitality, to invite a couple of the residents to a sumptuous repast at the Dinners were absurdly reasonable at that estab"Golden Cockroach.' lishment, and the only condition extorted from each commercial guest was the consumption of a pint of port. This was no hardship, gentlemen, for the port was full-bodied and fruity; besides, our host indemnified himself by means of his wines for the moderate price of his dinners. Well, I despatched pressing invitations to the confidential clerk of JACKSON, JOHNSON, and SMITH, and to the representative of PESTLE and POTBURY. Would you believe it? Neither J. J. and S., no P. and P. showed up on that eventful occasion. I was grieved, as a matter of course, for The strict integrity of the commercial traveller survived all other that I visited some of the leading houses in Didbury. Three pints of sentiments within me. During the afternoon I have reason to believe old port naturally gave me confidence, and I am convinced-though I retain a very indistinct recollection of what passed-that I advocated the interests of BROWN, JONES, and ROBINSON with more than usual ardour. In fact, the amount of business I transacted may be inferred from entries in my order-book, to the following effect:"Dddibly-ember, fourteen hundred and eighty-six. "Potted beeves, 1. 3 pints full-bodied Piccalilli, by passenger train, addressed, A. B. C., Post-office, Ddd, &c. oil-cloth, labelled Glass; this side up.' "For Mr. Thing. One capsicum, as a sample. To be packed in "J. J. and S. Better luck next time. Walnuts X 4, July 23, large size. No objection to travel. "An-6-chovies for the old 'un. You know! No. 12. Not known here. "P. and P. So soft and nasty that they makes him shudder. Try |