surprise.) And look—there's a man layin' down right in front—do you see?

Mrs. Moul. Well, I never! so there is! To think o' that now. They 'ave got it up nice, I will say that.

[They pass out, pleased with their own powers of observation.

In the Indian Theatre.

Hindu Magician (as he squats on the stage and takes out serpents from flat baskets). Here is a sna-ake—no bite—Bombay cobra, verri good cobra. (Introducing them formally to audience.) Dis beeg cobra, dis smahl cobra. (One of them erects its hood and strikes at his foot, which he withdraws promptly.) No bite, verri moch nice sna-ake. (He plays a tune to them; one listens coldly and critically, the others slither rapidly towards the edge of the platform, to the discomposure of spectators in the front row; the Magician recaptures them by the tail at the critical moment, ties them round his neck and arms, and then puts them away, like toys.) Here I have shtone; verri good Inglis shtone. I hold so. (Closing it in his fist.) Go away, shtone. Go to Chicago, Leeverpool, Hamburg. (Opening fist.) Shtone no dere. I shut again. (Opening fist.) One, two, Inglis shillin's. (Singling out a Spectator.) You, Sar, come up here queeck. Comonn!

The Spectator. Not me! Not among all them snakes you've got there—don't you think it!

The Magician and a Tom-tom player (together). Verri nice sna-akes—no bite. Comonn, help play.

Angelina (to Edwin, as the invitation is coyly but firmly declined). Edwin, do go up and help the man—to please me. And if you find him out in cheating, you can expose him, you know.

[Edwin clambers up and stands, smiling feebly, at the Magician's side amidst general applause.

The Magician (to Edwin). Sit down, sit down, sit down. Now you count—how menni sillings? Dere is seeks.

Edwin (determined not to be taken in). Four, you mean.

The Magician. I tell you seeks. Count after me—One, tree, five, seeks. Shtill onli four, you say? Shut dem in your hand—so. Now blow. (Edwin puffs at his fist.) Open your hand, and count. One, two, tree, four, five, seeks, summon, ight, nine, tin, like, vise! Dis Inglisman make money verri moch nice; verri goot Inglisman. Put dem in your hand again, and shut. Hûblo! Now open.

[Edwin opens his fist, to discover in it two small and extremely active serpents, which he rejects in startled dismay.

Angelina (to herself). How nasty of Edwin! He must have felt them inside.

The Magician (to Edwin). Verri nice sna-akes; but where is my monni? (Edwin shakes his head helplessly.) Ah, dis Inglisman too moch plenti cheat. (He seizes Edwin's nose, from which he extracts a shower of shillings.) Aha! Verri goot Inglis nose—hold plenty monni!

Angelina (as Edwin returns to her in triumph). No; please turn your head away, Edwin. I can't look at your nose without thinking of those horrid shillings; and oh, are you quite sure you haven't got any of those horrid snakes up your sleeve? I do wish you hadn't gone!

[So does Edwin.

A Serious Old Lady (as the Magician produces from his throat several yards of coloured yarn, a small china doll, about a gross of tenpenny nails, and a couple of eggs). Clever, my dear? I daresay; but it seems to me a pity that a man who has been given such talents shouldn't turn them to better account!

ELECTION INTELLIGENCE.

Brybury-on-the-Pocket.—Both candidates very busy. Meetings are being held all day long at the principal hotels, and any number of livery-stable-keepers have promised to lend their carriages on the day of election. The agents on either side have an enormous staff of assistants, and trade was never known to be brisker during the present century.

Crowncrushington.—This will be a very near contest. As political feeling runs rather high, a number of extra beds have been prepared in the hospitals. The police have been reinforced, and the military are close at hand, and every other preparation has been made to secure the declaration of the poll with as little friction as possible.

Meddle-cum-Muddleborough.—At present there are seven candidates, but as three of these have issued their manifestoes under some misapprehension it is not unlikely that the number will be reduced before the day of nomination. It is not easy to foretell the result, as since the establishment of the ballot every election has ended not only in surprise but stupefaction.

Selfseekington.—It is not unlikely that there will be no contest in this important borough. The (until recently) sitting member has fixed the day that would naturally have fallen to the function of the returning officer for the laying of the foundation stones of his Baths, Wash-houses, Free Library and Town Hall, and the opening of his Public Park.

Wrottenborough.—The popular candidate has pledged himself to supporting Local Veto, the Licensed Victuallers, Establishment, Disestablishment, Home Rule, the Integrity of the Empire, Anti-Vaccination, the Freedom of the Medical Profession, and many other matters of conflicting importance. The polling will be of a perfunctory character, as expenses are being cut down on both sides.

Zany-town-on-the-Snooze.—There will be no contest in this division. At present there is no intelligence of any sort to chronicle.

Tag for the Testimonial.—"The power of Grace, the magic of a name."

DALY NEWS, AND DRAMATIC NOTES.

Miss Rehan as Julia.
"The Third Page in her Life."

The Duke discovers the rope-ladder
under Valentine's cloak.

"The Rope Trick exposed."

Ere these lines can appear, the Two Gentlemen of Verona and their two Ladies will have vanished from Daly's Theatre like the baseless fabric of a dream, leaving, however, a very pleasant recollection of the play in the minds of all who saw it—and a great many did, for Shakspeare's Two Gents is a dramatic curiosity. Prettily put on the stage as it was, with good music, picturesque costumes and clever acting, it will dwell in our memories as an exceptionally attractive revival.

Mr. George Clarke, the "stern parient," appeared as something between a Doge and a Duke, and equally good as either, you bet; that is, "'lowing," as Uncle Remus has it, that either Doge or Duke has passed the greater part of his life in the