SCENE V.--_A Second-Class Compartment.

_Undershell (to himself)._ Singularly attractive face this girl has; so piquant and so refined! I can't help fancying she is studying me under her eyelashes. She has remarkably bright eyes. Can she be interested in me? does she expect me to talk to her? There are only she and I--but no, just now I would rather be alone with my thoughts. This MAISIE MULL whom I shall meet so soon; what is _she_ like, I wonder? I presume she is unmarried. If I may judge from her artless little letter, she is young and enthusiastic, and she is a passionate admirer of my verse; she is longing to meet me. I suppose some men's vanity would be flattered by a tribute like that. I think I must have none; for it leaves me strangely cold. I did not even reply; it struck me that it would be difficult to do so with any dignity, and she didn't tell me where to write to.... After all, how do I know that this will not end--like everything else--in disillusion? Will not such crude girlish adoration pall upon me in time? If she were exceptionally lovely; or say, even as charming as this fair fellow-passenger of mine--why then, to be sure--but no, something warns me that that is not to be. I shall find her plain, sandy, freckled; she will render me ridiculous by her undiscriminating gush.... Yes, I feel my heart sink more and more at the prospect of this visit. Ah me!

[_He sighs heavily._

_His Fellow Passenger (to herself)._ It's too silly to be sitting here like a pair of images, considering that----(_Aloud._) I hope you aren't feeling unwell?

_Und._ Thank you, no, not unwell. I was merely thinking.

_His Fellow P._ You don't seem very cheerful over it, I must say. I've no wish to be inquisitive, but perhaps you're feeling a little lowspirited about the place you're going to?

_Und._ I--I must confess I am rather dreading the prospect. How wonderful that you should have guessed it!

_His Fellow P._ Oh, I've been through it myself. I'm just the same when _I_ go down to a new place; feel a sort of sinking, you know, as if the people were sure to be disagreeable, and I should never get on with them.

_Und. Exactly_ my own sensations! If I could only be sure of finding _one_ kindred spirit, one soul who would help and understand me. But I daren't let myself hope even for that!

_His Fellow P._ Well, I wouldn't judge beforehand. The chances are there'll be _somebody_ you can take to.

_Und. (to himself)._ What sympathy! What bright, cheerful common sense! (_Aloud._) Do you know, you encourage me more than you can possibly imagine!

_His Fellow P. (retreating)._ Oh, if you are going to take my remarks like _that_, I shall be afraid to go on talking to you!

_Und. (with pathos)._ Don't--_don't_ be afraid to talk to me! If you only knew the comfort you give! I have found life very sad, very solitary. And true sympathy is so rare, so refreshing. I--I fear such an appeal from a stranger may seem a little startling; it is true that hitherto we have only exchanged a very few sentences; and yet already I feel that we have something--much--in common. You can't be so cruel as to let all intimacy cease here--it is quite tantalising enough that it must end so soon. A very few more minutes, and this brief episode will be only a memory; I shall have left the little green oasis far behind me, and be facing the dreary desert once more--alone!

_His Fellow P. (laughing)._ Well, of all the uncomplimentary things! As it happens, though, "the little green oasis"--as you're kind enough to call me--_won't_ be left behind; not if it's aware of it! I think I heard your friend mention Wyvern Court! Well, that's where _I_'m going.

_Und. (excitedly)._ You--_you_ are going to Wyvern Court! Why, then, you must be----

[_He checks himself._

_His Fellow P._ What were you going to say; _what_ must I be?

_Und. (to himself)._ There is no doubt about it; bright, independent girl; gloves a trifle worn; travels second-class for economy; it must be Miss MULL herself; her letter mentioned Lady CULVERIN as her aunt. A poor relation, probably. She doesn't suspect that I am----I won't reveal myself just yet; better let it dawn upon her gradually. (_Aloud._) Why, I was only about to say, why then you must be going to the same house as I am. How extremely fortunate a coincidence!

_His Fellow P._ We shall see. (_To herself._) What a funny little man; such a flowery way of talking for a footman. Oh, but I forgot; he said he _wasn't_ going to wear livery. Well, he _would_ look a sight in it!

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WHERE TO SEND A YOUNG HORSE TO BE WELL BROKEN IN FOR RIDING.--Evidently to the "Hackney Training Schools."

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"EVICTED TENANTS."

["It is impracticable to proceed in the present Session with some of the great measures to which the Government is pledged, such, for example, as that relating to the Church in Wales, the Registration Bill, and the Local Veto Bill."--_Sir William Harcourt._

_Little Local Veto, loquitur:_--

Oh, exactly! Just what I expected! And after such volumes of talk! My prospects you told me were brilliant, and here it all ends--in a baulk! O, won't I just work up Sir WILFRID, and won't I just wake Mister CAINE? But there, you can't trust _anybody_, these times, that's exceedingly plain. And _you_ too, my own bringer-up, to turn _me_ out of house and of home! Oho, you unnatural parent! And where shall we wanderers roam-- Poor Taffy, and young (Registration) Bill--look at him limping!--and Me? And the other ones tucked up inside, and especially that impudent Three, The Irish, the Scotch, and the London boys, whom you so favour and pet, Are laughing at us from the window. But, drat them, their turn may come yet. They may have to turn out, after all! BILLY BUDGET of course is all right, For you fought for your favourite che-ild, and, by Jingo, it _has_ been a fight! But what have _I_ done to be rounded on? Call yourself boss of the place? Why, the BARTLEYS, and BOWLESES, and BOLTONS and BYRNES simply laugh in your face! What use to be landlord at all if you can't choose your tenants? Oh my! That odious Bung--one more B!--has the laugh of me still! I could cry-- But I _won't_. I will kick! I'm not meek, like those other two poor little BILLS; Look, how limp and dejected they go, though against their poor dear little wills! But _I_ am not going to be put upon. I'll make it awkward all round. You won't treat me so any more; you won't "chuck" me again, I'll be bound. And what Compensation have I, for Disturbance? Eh! what's that you say? "All right?"--"Reinstatement--next year?"--"Pass away, my dears, please, pass away?"-- Ah! it's all very fine to look pleasant and promise fair things--at the door; But that's regular constable blarney, old boy, and _you've done it before_! Meanwhile we're Evicted, worse luck! like the poor Irish Tenants whose case Those busy B's muster to fight over. Ah! you put on a bold face, But _we_ ain't the only Pill Garlics! No; some of 'em still left inside Will yet join us, out in the cold, as will p'raps be a pill to their pride!

[_Exit with other Bills._

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THE COLONEL AND THE QUIVER.--Our own Colonel SAUNDERSON, M.P., was never better at his best than when, in the debate last Thursday night, he said, "If the Bill passes, a quiver of horror will run through every tenant, &c., &c." Of course the gallant Colonel meant "arrow" or "dart," not "quiver." A dart or an arrow will run through a person, piercing him in front, and reappearing at back. But "quiver" doesn't do this sort of thing. An arrow so transfixing a body may make it quiver--but this is another matter. More power to the quivering elbow of the gallant Colonel!

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LA FEMME DE CLAUDE.

When lovely woman stoops to folly, You'll find, according to DUMAS, One certain cure for melancholy:-- _Tue-la!_

French law, that damns you in the letter, In spirit _change tout cela_; They always manage matters better _Là-bas._

These are the lines to play the man on; Take her defenceless, cry "_Holà!_" And trotting out the nimble cannon, _Tue-la!_

Or take for choice the common cartridge; Pop goes _le p'tit fusil, comme ça_! You bag her neatly like a partridge _Là-bas._

"_L'Homme-Femme_" may haunt the bosom British; _Là France_ goes trolling "_Ça ira!_" And waives the question with a skittish "_Tue-la!_"

No mutual recriminations, No counterplea, _et cetera_; One solves too simply these equations _Là-bas._

So runs the play. We saw you foot it Featly therein, _la belle Sara!_ You were all there, or, so to put it, _Toute là._

And now you go, and, if you'll let us, Reluctantly we say "Ta-ta!" Come back again, and don't forget us _Là-bas._

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THE NEW MOTTO (_by our own Irishman_).--England expects every man this day to pay his own Death Duty.

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AIRS RESUMPTIVE.

I.--THE GARDEN OF SLOTH.

Farewell to MCGLADSTONE, great Chief of the North! Midlothian remembers when first setting forth, The Chieftain she's mourning his course here began, Launching forth on wild billows his bark like a man, And stirring all hearts with his eloquent voice.-- Farewell to MCGLADSTONE, the Chief of our choice!

O swift was his galley, and hardy his crew, Her Captain was skilful, her mariners true. In danger undaunted, unwearied by toil, Though the storms might arise, and the billows might boil, In the wind and the warfare _he_ seemed to rejoice.-- Farewell to MCGLADSTONE, the Chief of our choice!

Blow bland on his parting, thou sweet southland gale! Like the sighs of his sailors breathe soft on his sail; Be prolong'd as regret that his vassals must know, Be fair as their faith, and sincere as their woe: Be so soft, and so fair, and so friendly of voice, Wafting homeward MCGLADSTONE, the Chief of our choice!

He was pilot experienced, and trusty, and wise, To measure the seas, and to study the skies; He would hoist all her canvas on Victory's tack, Kind Heaven crowd it fuller when wafting him back To his home in far Hawarden, where hearts will rejoice To welcome MCGLADSTONE, the Chief of our choice.

_Midlothian no more!_ 'Tis a sorrowful cry, And we gaze on the waves, and we glance at the sky; We shall long, when clouds darken and wild waves o'erwhelm, For his voice through the gale, for his hand on the helm. Now we shout through the shadows, with tears in our voice: Farewell to MCGLADSTONE, great Chief of our choice!

_Midlothian no more!_ Faith, we fancy we hear The cry of the Chieftain who never knew fear, Stout still through its sadness, "Keep up the good fight! Let Midlothian, let Scotland, still stand for the Right!" The last burden brave of the valorous voice Of dauntless MCGLADSTONE, great Chief of our choice!

_Midlothian no more!_ In despite, Chief, of all, The Heart of Midlothian responds to your call. Its echoes shall live, though no longer your form Shall steer us to sunshine, or cheer us in storm. Then farewell to the presence, but not to the voice Of "Auld WULLIE" GLADSTONE, great Chief of our choice!

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THE COPPERATION AT WINSER.

Oh, didn't the grand old Copperation have a grand treat last week at Winser! Her grashus Majesty the QUEEN asked 'em all down to her butiful Pallace to hear the sollem Recorder read to her their joyful feelings at the birth of her dear little Great Grand Son! And then, to the great joy of all on 'em, Her MAJESTY read such a delishus arnser as amost brort tears to the eyes of some of the young uns of the Party, and sent 'em away to the butiful Lunshon Room to refresh exhorsted natur with a delicate Lunch, and sum exkisit Madeary, such as King GEORGE THE FOURTH is said to have saved xpressly for simmilar glorius ocasions.

Don't let it be supposed as I wants peeple to beleeve as I was there; but I had the hole account given by one as was, and I ain't ixagerated it not a bit.

There is a sertain Body of gents in London as ewidently wonts to play fust fiddel in the guvernment of our grand old City, but I havent heard of their being asked down to Winser Carsel to congratulate her Most Grayshus MAGESTY on the late appy ewent. Should they be so I should most suttenly make a pint of seeing 'em all start, if it were only out of curiosity to see what sort of State Mazerine Gownds they would all wear!

I had allmost forgot to menshun that the two Sherryffs, and the Chairman of the big Tower Bridge, was all benighted, and came out of the presents Chamber smiling like ancient Cherubs. I am told as how as the Copperation was so werry much delited with their royal wisit to royal Winser, that they has been and passed a werry similer wote of thanks to the Dook and Dutchess of YORK, and arsked them to receeve 'em jest the same as the QUEEN did, but they is both werry sorry to say, that their Pallis not being near so big as Her MAJESTY'S, they hopes as only a small Deppytation of Aldermen and C. C.'s will attend.

Oh won't there be jest a rush for places, as every one on 'em is naterally anxious to show his loyelty on so hinteresting an ocasion, tho of course they carnt expec to have heverything exacly the same as they had at Royel Winser.

ROBERT.

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OPERA NOTES.

_Tuesday, July 17._--"The opera season will terminate July 30." To-night VERDI'S opera of _Aïda_, "with the dotlets on the _i_." First appearance of Madame ADINI, a spacious _prima donna_ who amply fills the part. GIULIA RAVOGLI an excellent _Amneris_. Opera apparently not particularly attractive, or more powerful attractions elsewhere.

_Saturday, 21._--_Pagliacci_ followed by new opera entitled _The Lady of Longford_, though it would have been more polite had the Pagliacci allowed the Lady to precede them. But Pagliacci will be Pagliacci. _The Lady_'s Librettists are Sir DRURIOLANUS POETICUS and Mr. F. E. WEATHERLY. The music is by EMIL BACH. The Gentlemen of Longford are represented by Messrs. ALVAREZ and EDOUARD DE RESZKE, while _the_ Lady, the big lady, is EMMA EAMES--"quite the lady"--and the little lady is EVELYN HUGHES. This new Lady turns out to be our old friend the one-act drama by TOM TAYLOR entitled _A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing_, set to music, the comic characters being omitted, and the end made tragic instead of happy. The music does not entitle BACH to take a front seat. EMMA EAMES excellent; FANNY HUGHES funny; ALVAREZ good; JEAN DE RESZKE first-rate all-round-head Colonel, but more like a Cathedral than a Kirk. Composer and Librettists complimented; MANCINELLI conducted; house full. General satisfaction.

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HARD CASE OF "EVICTED TENANTS" IN DRURY LANE.--At a general assembly of the Theatre Royal Drury Lane Company of Proprietors last Wednesday, Mr. CHITTY is reported to have observed that "after putting £300,000 into the building without receiving a farthing in return, they were now to have their money confiscated by the law, but in such circumstances as one would not have expected from a nobleman in the Duke of BEDFORD'S position." Ahem! Why did not Sir DRURIOLANUS arise and, remembering the _Barber of Seville_, sing "CHITTY, CHITTY, _piano! piano!_" But naturally the Drury Laneites must feel a bit hurt.

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THE "GRAND NATIONAL" TRUST.

A Meeting has recently taken place at Grosvenor House to establish a National Trust, the idea being to preserve places of historic interest and natural beauty. Announced at the meeting that already a beautiful cliff had been promised by a lady. We understand the following promises have also been received:--

_The Duke of W-stm-nst-r._--A very handsome ground-rent. Intended to support and sustain beautiful cliffs, &c.

_The Duke of D-v-nsh-re._--Ch-tsw-rth, which, owing to recent legislation, he can no longer afford to keep up. Intends to take a small cottage, it is believed, at some inexpensive town on the East Coast. Several Distressed Dukes have also promised, on their death, to leave their estates to the Trust.

_A Lover of Ozone._--A particularly bracing breeze. To be dedicated to the public for ever.

_The London County Council._--The Shaftesbury Fountain. The L. C. C., we understand, welcomes the prospect of handing over to the Trust the responsibility attaching to this insoluble problem.

_A Hertfordshire Gentleman._--A thoroughly reliable right of way.

_Mr. Th-m-s B-ch-m._--A unique collection of signboards _in situ_. These are placed in the midst of the most lovely natural scenery, and in themselves will very soon, it is hoped, be of _historic_ interest.

_Sir Fr-d-r-ck P-ll-ck_ will arrange in every case to supply a good title.

_Mr. Punch_ heartily commends so patriotic a scheme to his readers. Any beautiful cliffs, ground-rents, rights of way, &c., sent to him at 85, Fleet Street will immediately be forwarded to the proper quarter. N.B.--It is just possible an exception to this rule might be made in the case of ground-rents.

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HOW IT IS DONE.

(_An Art-Recipe._)

Take a lot of black triangles, Some amorphous blobs of red; Just a sprinkle of queer spangles, An ill-drawn Medusa head; Some red locks in Gorgon tangles, And a scarlet sunshade, spread: Take a "_portière_" quaint and spotty, Take a turn-up nose or two; The loose lips of one "gone dotty," A cheese-cutter chin, askew; Pose like that of front-row "TOTTIE," Hat as worn by "COSTER LOO"; Take an hour-glass waist, in section, Shoulders hunched up camel-wise; Give a look of introspection (Or a squint) to two black eyes; Or a glance of quaint dejection, Or a glare of wild surprise; Slab and slop them all together With a background of sheer sludge; (Like a slum in foggy weather), And this blend of scrawl and smudge Vend as ART--in highest feather!-- Dupes in praise will blare and blether. Honest _Burchells_ will cry--"FUDGE!!!"

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A Demi-French Octave.

(_Picked up in a Dressing-room._)

My razor, you're a true _raseur_, That is, you bore me badly! You're blunt, you gash--_de tout mon coeur_ I _bless_ you wildly, madly! _Vraiment, c'est vous qu' j'ai en horreur_ Each morn on rising sadly; Were't not that shaving's _de rigueur_, In turn I'd cut _you_ gladly!

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IN VIEW OF HOLIDAYS. A HINT.--Of course if you're on pedestrian tours bent--if you're a bicyclist you'll be still more bent--you cannot do better than, as a pedestrian, get WALKER'S Maps. If you are going to sail, or by steam, you are again referred to----"WALKER, London." There is a good idea in these Maps which might be still further developed, and that is not only to show the route and the manner of making your journey, but by arrangement with the principal Steam-boat and Railway Companies some sort of "itinerary" might be added to the Map, with information as to the "means whereby," which to the toiler in search of a brief holiday "by rail, by river, or by sea," and perhaps by all three, would be most useful were it available as an almost "instantaneous process" of reference.

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BISLEY.

Pelt or drizzly, Weather--_Bisley_!

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FINANCIAL PROBLEM (_the effect of reading the Budget Debates_).--Why is the Income-Tax so sharply felt? Because, disguise it as you may, it's a case of tin-tax!

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LONDON KNIGHT BY KNIGHT.--The SOLICITOR-GENERAL Knighted last Wednesday at Windsor. Will BOB (the only name by which his many friends know him) henceforth be known as "the Queen's Shilling"?

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RANELAGH IN RAIN.

How sweet this road is, fringed by hedgerow elm, Where peeps in May the hawthorn's snowy bud, A fairy place that seems _Titania's_ realm! By Jove, what mud!

How sweet this turf, as soft as finest moss! Such "_gazon anglais_" we alone can get. Oh hang it, no! I cannot walk across, It's soaking wet!

How sweet that lake, where gentle eddies play! But all around seems lake, through rainfall dim. Why want a pond, when on dry (!) land to-day We almost swim?

How sweet--to get a Hansom home again, And leave this aguish, rheumatic damp! I do not love thee, Ranelagh, in rain, Beneath a gamp.

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WHAT'S IN A NAME INDEED?

"Edward, Albert, Christian, George, Andrew, Patrick, David, Drink life's pleasures with free gorge! From its pains be savèd!" So said _Punch_ at the White Lodge, His old optics glistening, Sure such names ill-luck should dodge; Sure such names no babe e'er bore, Patron Saints! You've all the four To bless the Royal Christening!

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A COMPANY THAT OUGHT TO "FLOAT."--"The Cork Company."

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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.

EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.

_House of Commons, Monday, July 16._--The Blameless B. is translated into the Breathless BARTLEY. Of eleven pages of Amendments to Budget Bill standing for consideration when House met to-day, not less than three contributed by this particular B. Embodied readjusted scale of graduated taxation. Only objections to it presently stated by SQUIRE OF MALWOOD: (1) It would necessitate total reconstruction of Bill (2) resulting in loss of £643,000; (3) whole question had been thoroughly threshed out in Committee. To raise it again at eleventh hour seemed too much to ask even in connection with Budget Bill.

Nevertheless BARTLEY, not yet breathless, moved his multitudinous Amendment. Resumed his seat with consciousness of man who had done his duty. The SQUIRE would get up to answer him; debate would follow; at least two hours would be pleasantly occupied. Instead of SQUIRE, ATTORNEY-GENERAL rose. "Well," said BLAMELESS, throwing himself into attitude of attention, "let's hear what he has to say."

Turned out to be exceedingly little. "Government scale has been attacked and defended many times," said ATTORNEY-GENERAL. "I do not think it necessary to defend it again; but," here he leaned on the table with engaging look at the now BREATHLESS BARTLEY, "the hon. gentleman can take a division if he thinks fit."

BARTLEY sat and audibly gasped. JOKIM gallantly protested against this treatment of his hon. friend; threatened to move adjournment of debate. PRINCE ARTHUR sent for; arrived almost as breathless as BARTLEY; thunder boomed, lightning flashed round head of ATTORNEY-GENERAL, who is always finding himself astonished. "The hon. and learned gentleman," said PRINCE ARTHUR, with delightful assumption of anger, "has abused the situation. The Opposition have no means of compelling him to talk sense, but talk he must."

SQUIRE OF MALWOOD, who had fled before prospect of long speech from BARTLEY, hastily brought back. Don't know where incident would have ended had it not been for KENYON-SLANEY. Finding opening he slipped in. Threw himself into easy oratorical attitude; proposed to consider principle of graduation adopted in Bill. Would do so under three heads: injustice to the poor, injustice to the middle-class, injustice to the rich.

This too much even for Opposition. With groans of despair they rushed into Division Lobby; BARTLEY'S scheme negatived by majority of 62.

_Business done._--Budget Bill passed Report stage.

_Wednesday._--ST. JOHN BRODRICK sitting on front Opposition Bench through Committee of Supply on Army Estimates this afternoon, invested neighbourhood with unwonted air of fashion. Not that there is, as a rule, any lack of style on part of Leaders of Opposition regarded as a body. Only something, _je ne sais quoi_, about BRODRICK that suggested profoundest depths of POOLE. Couldn't help complimenting him on his turn out.

"Evidently you spare no expense," I said; "though why even a millionaire should wear an overcoat a day like this seems wicked waste of property. Hope you are not growing desperate in anticipation of Death Duties; spending your money recklessly so that HARCOURT may be disappointed when, for taxing purposes, he comes to aggregate your property?"

"My dear boy," said BRODRICK, giving the overcoat a dexterous lift by the lappels that added fresh grace to its fit at the back of the neck, "you're out of it altogether. This is the thirteen-and-sixpenny coat supplied to Tommy Atkins in which,--following the advice of Dr. JOHNSON, wasn't it?--I, as I told the House the other day, took a walk down Bond Street. The surtout underneath, which I will fully display when the House gets a little fuller, cost seventeen-and-six net. You will observe it is so made that you can button it across and so save a waistcoat. If you must have a waistcoat, we can do it at eight-and-ninepence. As for trousers, these cost me thirteen shillings." (Here he stretched out and fondly regarded a manly leg.) "If I had taken a couple of pair, cut at the same time you know, I could have had the two for 25_s._ I see your eyes fixed on the boots. As you say, the shape of the foot may have something to do with it. But apart from that, the article is equal to what you pay thirty-five shillings for in Regent Street or Piccadilly. Eleven-and-ninepence was the figure. Misfits, very popular with privates newly joined, knock off the odd ninepence. Of course I don't wear this suit every day. Can't afford that; put 'em on whenever House in Committee on Army Supply or debate going forward on Army matters. It encourages CAWMELL--BANNERMAN, you know; helps WOODALL in getting his clothing vote; and, I believe, is rather liked by Tommy Atkins."

_Business done._--SQUIRE OF MALWOOD announces programme for remainder of Session. A mere nothing. Only, as PRINCE ARTHUR says, in view of number of Bills and their contentious character, more like what we are accustomed to at beginning of Session, than to have dumped down in what should be its last month.

_Thursday._--"JOSEPH," said the Member for SARK, dropping into one of his tiresome didactic moods, "would do well in any circumstances. Whether in Upper Egypt or Lower, he was sure to come to the top of the well, however securely his brethren might have packed him in its lowest depths. But, regarding him just now as he criticised the SQUIRE'S arrangements for the Session, I could not help thinking what a loss the auction-room has only partially survived by his turn into the field of politics. If in early life, or even middle age, he had only taken to the rostrum, the shade of the much over-rated ROBINS would have been dimmed in glory. Observe how well he looks the part. See with what unconscious effect he produces a stumpy piece of lead pencil, and looks round for bids. Listen to the clear sharp notes of his voice. 'What shall we say, gentlemen, for the Equalisation of Rates Bill? How many days will you give for it? Name your own time, gentlemen. There is no reserve. Shall we say six days? Does the tall, somewhat stout gentleman with a white waistcoat, on the Treasury Bench, shake his head? Very well, we will say four days. Going at four days;' and the pencil, scratching out six, substitutes four. This may seem very easy when it's done; but it's art, TOBY, even genius. If you think it's easy for a man discussing State business, suddenly but completely to invest the high court of Parliament with the tone and atmosphere of an auction-room, just reckon up how many other men of first rank in public life could do it. Not to go further afield, could PRINCE ARTHUR manage it, even after a week's training? Very well; then don't minimise a successful effort because, thanks to the commanding influence of native talent, its accomplishment seems easy to a particular person."

_Business done._--HICKS-BEACH, complaining that Ministers have dropped a large number of Bills for lack of time to pass them, and asserting that the time remaining at their disposal for passing the poor balance is too short, reduces it by three hours, in order that he and his friends may lament the fact.

_Friday._--House heard with keen satisfaction that SZLUMPER is around again. Not having seen in the newspapers any telegrams from him lately, there was vague idea that he had succumbed to his exertions on occasion of the happy event at White Lodge. Perhaps he was a little fatigued, for SZLUMPER, in addition to being Mayor of Richmond, is almost human. No man born of woman could with impunity fire off such a succession of telegrams as on that memorable day SZLUMPER dealt out to his Sovereign, the Heir Apparent to the Throne, the Crowned Heads of Europe, and his ducal neighbours at the White Lodge. But on Royal Christening day SZLUMPER was around again, with a little SZLUMPER carrying a bouquet of flowers to be presented to the QUEEN, whilst SZLUMPER _père_, plumped on his knees, welcomed his Sovereign within the gateway of ancient Richmond.

"_Ah, ce_ SZLUMPER!" said SARK, "he delights me more and more. He represents, if you think of it, the essence of our English social life. He is part of the foundation of the British Constitution, which everyone, especially those regarding it from a distance, regards as the perfection of good government."

_Business done._--A dull night speechmaking on Irish Evicted Tenants Bill.

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OXFORD AND YALE.--(JULY 16.)

A very good fight! Come again to us, Yale! We know a true Yank knows not how to spell "fail." HICKOK and SHELDON can throw and can jump! And e'en in the racing you made our lads pump Come again, Yale, come again, and again; Victors or vanquished such visits aren't vain. One of these days you will probably nick us. We don't crow when we lick; we won't cry when you lick us!

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Rise, Sir!

"We are informed that the QUEEN has been pleased to confer the honour of a Baronetcy on Dr. JOHN WILLIAMS, of Brook Street. Dr. WILLIAMS is the Physician who attended the Duchess of YORK."--_Daily Paper, July 16._

We congratulate Sir JOHN, who is now a Sur-geon in every sense of the word.

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