sketch on the spot, in order that an experienced hand shall give it artistic merit, appears to be the gigantic wooden case "made and provided" for equally gigantic cocked hat, originally worn by a Titanic Admiral, long since laid up in sea-weed, with all the rest of his uniform, in the locker of Mr. Davy Jones, Neptune's wardrobe keeper. This huge object is stuck on a pole, either as marking the last resting-place, there or thereabouts, of colossal Admiral aforesaid, or it has been for ages left here as indicating the fate certain to await the ruthless and recklessly wrecked invader. It may mark the spot where quietly, one dark night, the Great Napoleon rehearsed, all by himself, the invasion of England; being only too glad to escape in the early dawn, leaving his cocked hat behind him, which, as a Napoleonic relic, was inclosed in a wooden case of three times its size, and here exposed, with the motto in best Cromeric French, addressed to Napoleon, should he ever have attempted to repeat his visit:—

"Voici votre chapeau à cornes! Venez le prendre!"

The inscription is, by flux of time and sea-water, almost, if not quite, illegible.

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Or it may mark the spot, banned and anathematised, where was buried, according to the awfully solemn Masonic ritual, the mangled remains of The Man who couldn't keep a secret!!

ANGLING EXTRAORDINARY.

From The Scotsman, Saturday, September 21, under the heading "Angling," appears this item of news from "Annan," placed between fishing notes from "Loch Earn" and "Dhu Loch":—

Loch Earn.—Mr. Watson, fishing on Lochearnhead Hotel water yesterday, killed thirty-two nice trout.

Annan.—There were large supplies of all classes of stock. Best beef made 7s. 6d. to 7s. 9d. per stone, and mutton 7d. to 7-1/2d. per lb. There was a crowded attendance of buyers from England and the South of Scotland, and the demand was good all through. Store cattle had a slow trade, and were bad to sell. Quotations:—Fat bullocks up to £15 17s. 6d.; do. heifers up to £15 7s. 6d.; do. cows up to £13 17s. 6d.; calving heifers £12 12s. 6d. Lambs, 16s. to 29s. 3d.; odd sheep, 33s. to 49s.; rams, 43s. 6d.; half-bred hoggs, 41s. 6d. to 44s.; cross do., 37s. to 41s. 9d.; Cheviots, 38s. 9d. to 41s. 9d.

Dhu Loch.—On September 18, Mr. Kynaston had fourteen fish, 4-1/2 lb., heaviest 3/8 lb.; and on 19th, nine, 4 lb., heaviest 1 lb.

"Fat bullocks up to £15 17s. 6d." would try the strongest tackle. Splendid specimen of "Net Profits."

The Putney Spook.—Within the last week, so reported one of the Day-by-Days in the Daily Telegraph, a ghost has been heard of at Putney. Hundreds of Hamlets, Marcelluses, and Barnardos (with Ophelias, and other ladies) have gone out of their way nightly to see the ghost. What should a riverside ghost be like? Obviously the "main-sheet" from a sailing-boat is ready to hand, and for its head, at any neighbouring boat-house, there is quite a choice of "sculls." If any hair, there are the "row-locks." The ghost must not, in our opinion, be expected anywhere with or against the stream, but in some "dead-water." "Will the ghost walk to-night?" is now the Shakspearian inquiry; to which the reply is, "Go to Putney!"

Angelical!—Herr Angeli, the Austrian portrait-painter, whose name, as a "noun of multitude," suggests "several Angelos rolled into one," is now the Queen's painter par excellence. Consequently he should be known in England as "Her Angeli." May all good Angeli guard Her Gracious Majesty! Still, clever as Brother Brush may be, it will take a lot of "Angeli" to equal one "Angelo," which his Christian name was "Michael."

ROMEO ROBERTSON AND JULIET PAULA CAMPBELL.

Mrs. J. P. C. "O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?"

Romeo Robertson. Because I have played it before: but "O Juliet, Juliet! wherefore art thou Juliet?"

Mrs. J. P. C. Because you cast me for the part, and I wanted to play it.

Shakspeare adapted to the Lyceum.

Master Romeo probably seventeen, and Miss Juliet certainly fourteen years old.

Juliet is, according to her nurse, just fourteen years of age. The story is that of "Villikins and his Dinah":—

The southern girl of fourteen equals the northerner of nineteen; and this must ever be the initial difficulty which few experienced actresses, can surmount. Juliet is, in fact, a single girl and a married young woman rolled into one. "Single," "double," and "there's the rub!"

Mrs. Pat Campbell's Juliet takes the poison, but not the cake. Her Juliet has over her the shadow of Paula Tanqueray. From the commencement, except in the Balcony scene, she is a Juliet "with a past." The balcony and the moonlight suit this Juliet. Good, too, is she when, abjectly miserable, she crumples herself up all in a heap, like the victim in a picture of Japanese torture, so that at any moment, without surprising the spectator, she might turn heels over head and straighten herself out at the feet of the irascible old Capulet. Once again let me adapt a verse of the ancient ditty:—

Judging from the Tanqueray model, Mrs. Pat Campbell ought to have been at her best in the potion scene; but, she wasn't. As for the final stabbing, she might as well have tickled herself with a straw and died o' laughing.

Romeo Robertson ready for any undertaking. Vaults opened, &c.