old sporting days. However, more of this anon. Suffice it to say now, that our Henry Irving's Lear is a triumph in every respect, and that the audience only wanted a little more of Cordelia, which is the fault of the immortal and unequal Bard.

To those unacquainted with this play, Mr. Terriss's sudden appearance in somewhat anti-Lord-Chamberlain attire, as he bounded on, with a wand, and struck an attitude, was suggestive of the Good Fairy in the pantomime; and his subsequent proceedings, when he didn't change anybody into Harlequin, Clown, and so forth, puzzled the unlearned spectators considerably. But Mr. Terriss came out all right, and acquitted himself (being his own judge and jury) to the satisfaction of the public. His speech about Dover Cliff, generally supposed to convey some allusion to the Channel Tunnel, was excellently delivered, and certainly after Lear, "on the spear side," Mr. Terriss must take the Goodeley Cake.

Next to him in order of merit comes Mr. Frank Cooper, as the wicked Edmund, on whom the good Edmund, "Edmundus Mundi," smiled benignantly from a private box. There was on the first night a great reception given to Howe—the veteran actor, not the wreck, and very far from it—who took the small part of an old Evicted Tenant of the Earl of Glo'ster, a character very carefully played by Mr. Alfred Bishop, Floreat Henricus! "Our Henry" has his work cut out for him in this "Titanic work," as in his before-curtain and after-play speech he termed it. This particular "Titanic work" is (or certainly was that night) in favour with "the gods," who "very much applauded what he'd done." But the gods of old were not quite so favourable to "Titanic work" generally, and punished eternally Titanic workmen. To-night gods and groundlings applaud to the echo, and then everyone goes home as best he can in about as beautiful a specimen of a November fog as ever delighted a Jack-o'-Lantern or disgusted

Private Box.

An Operatic Note.—Wednesday.—Lord Mayor's Day and Sheriff Sir Augustus Druriolanus's Show. L' Amico Fritz, or "The old Min is friendly," as Dick Swiveller would have put it. Not by any means as bright as Cavalleria. Mlle. Del Torre, del-lightful as Suzel. M. Dufriche, very good as Rabbino; Cremonini, weak as Fritz; and Mlle. Martha-Cupid-Bauermeister, good as usual in the part of the "harmless necessary Cat"-erina. Opera generally "going strong."

Reported Decision.—Uganda is to be occupied till March next. Then, order of the day, "March in, March out!"

"SAFE BIND, SAFE FIND!"

P.C. JOHN BULL loquitur:—

Where to Place Him.—Why ought the future Poet-Laureate, whoever he may be, to occupy rooms over or close to the stables at Buckingham Palace? Because he would then be inspired by the Royal Mews.

A TEST OF TRUE GENTILITY.

"What's the new Lodger like, Mariarann?"

"He's no Gentleman, whatever he's like!"

"No Gentleman! What's he been and done?"

"Why, he see me a-carryin' up the Coals, an' he says, 'I'm afraid that Scuttle's too heavy for you,' 'e says,—'pray let me carry it!' 'e says. An' 'e up and carries it isself, just like a Footman!"

TO A MODEL YOUNG LADY.

[It is reported that it is a common custom in Paris, amongst ladies of position, to pay for their dresses by wearing them in public, and letting it be known from whom they obtained them.]

OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.

"Days with Sir Roger de Coverley!" exclaimed the