"Three Which's?"—Will Sara B., Eleanora Duse, and Miss Ada Rehan be playing individually and separately at different theatres all at the same time? Were this concatenation to occur, the playgoer, at the height of the season, would be as puzzled as was the "anxious cit," who "each invitation views, And ponders which to take and which refuse." The "stayer" will win. Fly away, Sara, fly away, Nora—and so from three take two, and only Ada Rehan remains, which is a simple sum in subtraction, though Miss Rehan herself is always a most welcome Ada-ition to the English-as-she-is-spoken Drama in London. The Augustinians of Trafalgar Square return to their Daly avocations on the 25th.

UNDESIGNED COINCIDENCE.

Curate (to Parish Choir, practising the Anthem). "Now we'll begin again at the 'Hallelujah,' and please linger longer on the 'Lu'!"

THE GRACEFUL TRIBUTE.

Sir,—Being "stumped," alas I can only send Dr. Grace my best wishes, and a round 0, which is good for naught.

Yours,      Run Out.

Sir,—To encourage "Our Boys" in the National Game, I am heartily glad to see the daily (Telegraph) increasing list of subscribers to the testimonial. Had poor H. J. Byron been alive—the mention of "Our Boys" of course recalls him to our minds—he would no doubt have sent a coin, and further subscribed himself

Perkyn Middlewick-et.

Sir,—The present enthusiasm for cricket and its distinguished Professor will spread to France. There le cricquet has already been introduced, and, when no misadventure occurs, the batsman, returning triumphant and grateful, records his "actions de Grace."

Yours,     Homme d'une Chauve-souris.

P.S.—Je fais le cricquet, autrement je m'enGRAISSE. (See?)

Sir,—I miss one important name from the Telegraph list of subscriptions to Grace Testimonial. What is Grace the Batsman without T. G. Bowles?

Yours,     Batter Pudding, M.P.

Sir,—Here's something original. Lay out some of the coin subscribed in purchasing for Dr. W. G., the champion "Willow-wielder," a set of "Willow-pattern plates."

Old China.

P.S.—I happen to have by me a rare, almost invaluable set, which I can dispose of at a certain figure.

Sir,—Dr. Grace is now getting on for fifty. In another four years he will complete his half century. Therefore he is no chicken. Ergo, he may one day have a duck's egg. I withhold my subscription, to accumulate with interest, till that occurs.

A Wicket Girl.

An Ardent Admirer.

Sir,—Ah me! and well-a-day! it is the grand sorrow of my life! I cannot subscribe to this fund for Dr. Grace. I dare not, except you allow me to send it confidentially through you, Sir, ever the Ladies' friend. Ah Sir! long ago my heart "went out"—to whom? no matter. It was a cricketer. I never told my love! I long-stopped! But never, never, shall I forget that memorable day when he was there, and when someone, Dr. G. will remember who it was, bowled a maiden over! I am not a heroine, but I may sign this (as I address it fervently to)

"Grace Darling!"

The Lighthouse, A Little off—the Coast.

Sir,—I belong to an "Impi" tribe—with "cunious" added. Otherwise would I contribute what I did to the first cricket-match I ever played, when, as the ball was thrown at me, to save my head I gave a bob. I cannot even do that now. But as a lover of the game I hope that there are many youthful Britons eager to follow "Exemplum Gratiæ."

Yours,     Stump Orator.

Dear Sir,—I think you are quite right to encourage cricket, as it is a noble game. The Duke of Wellington ones said that Trafalgar was won on the Eton Playing-fields. I don't think he was quite right there, as I have always been told that the battle was fought abroad. I am last in my class, but I'm in the second Eleven. I'm often "not out," and to-day I've had to "stay in" all the time during the match, because I had a saying-lesson to write out and translate. The other day I made 27, including three fourers, against the United Thingummies.

I remain, yours enthusiastically,     Tommy.

The Only College.

P.S.—I will send my shilling as soon as I can get it from Batley mi. He owes it me for birds' eggs.

Sir,—I am only too happy to contribute my mite, for though it's some while—alas! how time flies—since I handled the willow, I well remember playing in the early forties against Alfred Pitcher and John Tosser. Ah, they were heroes in those days. I myself was no mean performer. I tell you, Sir, many's the time I have made double figures against the underhand bowling of Jimmy Trundler, and he could bowl, too! before the round-arm style came in. I never took kindly to that, but these fifty years I have been an ardent looker-on, and I must tell you, &c. &c.*

Jno. Wardle.    (Late Member of All-Muggleton C. C.)

* "No you mustn't." Caught out by Editor.

"A FLYING VISIT."

Emperor William (to Madame la République leaving Kiel after very brief stay). "MUST YOU REALLY GO? SO SORRY!"

"Perfeck Lidy" (who has just been ejected). "Well,