66 GREAT CRY AND LITTLE WO(0) L-MER!" BATHING WOMAN. "COME ALONG, MASTER SELBORNE, AND TAKE YOUR DIP LIKE A LITTLE NOBLEMAN!" THE SCARLET PARASOL. Viola. Do; and stay and have some tennis. [Dr. ROBERTS accepts with evident enthusiasm, and takes leave SCENE I.-Terrace in front of quaint old country house. VIOLA with obvious regret. TRAVERS and MURIEL VANE on garden-chairs. VIOLA is twenty,Muriel (watching him drive away). Dr. ROBERTS admires you dark-eyed, and animated; she holds a scarlet parasol. MURIEL dreadfully. Is that a romance? is eighteen; she has very fair hair, parted with puritanical Viola. For him perhaps-not for me! precision; the naïve innocence of her manner is not without a suggestion of artistic premeditation. Muriel (embroidering). It is a marvel to me, VIOLA, that you can ever have a discontented moment in a house so Elizabethan as this. Viola. It is lovely, MURIEL; a background for mystery and romance. And I have no romance. I have everything else; but I "Enter Alan Roy." ceal from him-some secret, just for fun! him all about it afterwards, you know. have not a romance. S Muriel. You have ALBERT. Viola. You know that ALBERT is not a romance. Muriel. Once Viola. Ah, when everyone opposed our marriage." I married him for love, and because he was poor and "unsuitable." How could I know that his uncle would die and leave him monev and a country house? Everything has turned out so well! It is rather hard to have made "a good match," as they say, without intending it. Of course, I never reproach him. Muriel. No; you have been very nice about it. Viola. ALBERT is perfectly happy, playing at being a country gentle inan. And it isn't a mystery! [A telegram is brought in. Viola. Oh, how delightful! ALAN ROY, the wonderful boy harpist, is coming down! He's coming by the early train! He'll be here directly! Muriel. You never told me you had asked him! I suppose you forgot it or remembered it. Doesn't he profess to be even younger than he is? I mean, when he was four, didn't he say he was three? I wonder if he'll come down in a sailor-suit. Viola. He's quite nineteen. Here are those tiresome AVERIDGES again! I thought I got rid of them for a long drive. (Aloud.) Ah! Here is dear Mr. AVERIDGE! Mr. Averidge (ponderously, to MURIEL). And how is Miss VANE to-day? Looking as she always does, like a rose in June. Muriel (coldly). Yes, Mr. AVERIDGE? Viola (to Mrs. AVERIDGE and ALBERT, who are coming up the steps of the terrace). ALAN Roy is coming down, the ALAN ROY. He will be here directly. Albert. All right, though I don't approve of child artists. Poor little chap! Viola. He is very nearly quite grown up, ALBERT! He has golden hair and any amount of usage du monde. Muriel. ALBERT will call it cheek-I daresay! Mrs. Averidge. He is most amusing. I met him at Lady BAYSWATER'S. He looks quite an angel playing the harp. Albert. I hope he'll bring his halo in a hat-box. text about "Young lions do lackMuriel. Oh, ALBERT Servant. Master ALAN ROY! Albert (aside). Now, don't make the poor child shy. Enter ALAN ROY. Tall young man, in light grey suit. What is that He wears a turned-down collar, a pink button-hole, and carries a little stick. So sweet of you to ask [Greetings. Alan. How are you, Mrs. TRAVERS? He was so amazed me! Isn't it a dear day! Mr. Averidge. And how did the infant prodigy manage to get here all alone? to find there were real ducks and fowls in the country-and buttercups! He tells me everything. He boasts we tell each other everything. Oh! I should so like to have some little thing to conOf course I should tell Muriel. I am sure you would, dear. You have dropped your handkerchief. (MURIEL picks up handkerchief, book, and paperknife, and gives them to VIOLA.) Viola. Dear MURIEL, it is so nice to have you here. You are so calm, and soothing, and decorative, and you never take anyone away from anyone else! Muriel. I think I have been rather unfortunate lately, VIOLA. No one seems to like me but middle-aged married men-often, too, with whiskers! Viola. You mean poor Mr. AVERIDGE? He has been married so long that he has forgotten all about it. To-night CLAUDE MIGNON is coming to stay with us. He is the most accomplished idiot in London. He sings, plays, paints, plays games, flirts-I think his flirting, though, has rather gone off. It is getting mechanical. By the way, have you an ideal, MURIEL? I wonder what is your ideal? Muriel (promptly and cheerfully). A man past his first youth, who has suffered; with iron-grey hair and weary eyes, who knows everything about life and could guide me, and would do exactly what I told him. Viola. And mine is a young man of genius, just beginning life, with the world before him, who would look up to me as an inspiration -a guiding star! Muriel. You have dropped your handkerchief again, VIOLA. Who is this coming out? Viola. It is only Dr. ROBERTS. He has been to see JANE, the housemaid. She has been rather ill. Muriel. I suppose she had a housemaid's knee. Viola. You are quite wrong. She had writer's cramp, poor thing! Muriel. How absurd, VIOLA! How are you, Dr. ROBERTS! [Dr. ROBERTS has iron-grey hair and dark eyes. As he jnns them MURIEL leans down to pat a dog with all the graceful self-consciousness of youth. Dr. ROBERTS looks at VIOLA admiringly. Viola. I hope poor JANE is better? Dr. Roberts. Oh yes; she is quite out of the wood now, Mrs. TRAVERS. In fact, I don't think I need see her any more. (MURIEL looks up.) Perhaps though, I had better just look in-say-on Thursday? Alan. I pushed myself in a perambulator. Miss VANE, you look like a Botticelli in a Paris dress. I didn't bring my harp, does it matter? [Chorus of sham disappointment and real relief. Alan (smiling). It was dreadful of me! But I have been keeping poor thing up so late; I thought a rest[Lunch is announced. MURIEL stoops to collect VIOLA'S handkerchief, &c. the Alan (to VIOLA). Oh, what a sweet scarlet parasol! Curtain. End of Scene 1. (To be continued.) NEITHER FREE NOR EASY.-The Larne Town Commissioners cannot make up their minds whether they shall acquire the McGarel Town Hall which apparently (to judge from a report in the Northern Whig) appears to be in the market. The room, it seems, would be used for a free library. The Committee, after a very lengthy discussion, have adjourned the consideration of the question to some distant date for further information. In the meanwhile, no doubt, they will appropriately adopt for the municipal motto Live and Larne." ["The great lack of the Age is its want of distinction." COVENTRY PATMORE.] ALAS, our poor Age! How against it we rage! I think its great lack" is not that, but extinction! 'Tis easier far to abase it than mend it, Must we try MORLEY's other alternative-end it? A MUSICAL NOTE.-Such has been the success of Mlle. YVETTE GUILBERT, that, on dit (French must be used when speaking of this lionne comique), it is not improbable she will be engaged to appear in a part in the forthcoming Sullivan Savoy Opera, in which the relation of librettists to composer is to be as two to one. If this be so, then once more at the Savoy will there be a Sullivan-and-Guilbert Combination. "WHITAKER." [Mr. JOSEPH WHITAKER, founder and chief proprietor of Whitaker's Almanack, died on the 15th May, aged 75.] GONE! His praises to rehearse Good and useful as was he, 66 'Time shall throw his dart at thee." TO A COUNTRY HOST. (A Candid Answer to a Hospitable Invitation.) You feel I'm sure to like to meet. I much prefer to stay in town. ODE TO AN OVERCOAT. (By a Shivery Person, m "CAST ne'er a clout till May be out," The old Scotch proverb says. Thee, did I doff, "Immensikoff," For three most sultry days. But wind and dust, in gruesome gust, Search bosom, back and throat; And to my nose I button close My fur-lined Overcoat. The Merry May has such a way Of blowing hot and cold, That fur and cloth I'm always loth Away, in Spring, to fold. Gr-r-r! There's a blast! I'll hold thee fast Dear friend on whom I doat; Nor lay thee by till-say-July, My own, my Overcoat! LEGAL NOTE.-It is presumably unfortunate for the prisonerat-the-bar when, as is constantly announced in the papers, "Mr. So-and-So, Q.C., will appear to defend SNOOKS." Hard on SNOOKS when his Counsel only appears to defend him. But what a sweet surprise for the unhappy SNOOKS should the Counsel, who only "appears to defend him," really defend him and be victorious! "Vox CLAMANTIS."-The voice of the Claimant is heard once again. No joke; no WaggaWaggery. He is publishing his "Entire Life and Full Confession" in the People newspaper. According to his own statement, his claim to the Tichborne estates might be described, not only as a fraud, but as a Wapping" one. 66 To leave such joys I can't consent, HOW (OF COURSE) IT IS NOT DONE. (Imaginary Sketch of impossible Incident.) SCENE-Editor's Room. TIME-Within measurable distance of publication. Editor discovered in consultation with his Chief Sub. Editor. We can't find room for everything. Chief Sub. Quite so, Sir; still it seems a pity to slaughter this telegram from the front. Editor. Does it make very much? Chief Sub. No, Sir. If you will allow me, I will run through it. (Reads.) "Yesterday the Loamshire Regiment, headed by its Com That leafless still are all the trees. Well, here, in spite of smoke and soot, And all the bustle and the hum Of men and things, we don't await The Spring-because the Spring has come. mander, Colonel SNOOKS, made one of the Each morning as I go to work I take my 'bus to Marble Arch, And air perfumed with odours, march Our grass is green, though yours is brown. The Spring runs madly in one's blood. gallantest charges on record." drum-like vessels known over here as bangwangs,' they faltered, floundered and fled.' Editor. Sure that those names are correct? Chief Sub. Quite, Sir. We verified the local colouring with MOKE's Six Months in Chutney on the top of a Camel. Editor. Very good. Is there much more? Chief Sub. About a third of a column, describing the taking of the native village, the storming of the stockade, and the bivouac by moonlight after the victory at Pennavilla. Editor (after consideration). Well, it might give us an effective line for the bill. (A whistle is heard: Editor listens at a speaking-tube.) Afraid we must sacrifice it. Manager tells me there is another rush of advertisements, so space is more precious than ever. You had better boil it down into a three-line paragraph. Chief Sub. No need to do that, Sir. If there's a scarcity of room we had better give the original telegram. Editor. Sure it was SNOOKS? Chief Sub. Oh yes. We verified it in the Army List. SNOOKS went out with the Second Battalion when they were ordered to the front. (Continues reading.) "The soldiers dashed Editor. The original telegram? forward over the Tam-Tam river, and up the Chief Sub. Yes, Sir; from which we have steep sides of the Yah-Yah mountains, carry-worked up the extended account. Here it is. ing all before them." Editor. Sure of those names ? Chief Sub. Yes, Sir; verified them on the map. (Resumes reading.) "Nothing could withstand the rain of lead and the row of steel. (Reads.) "Loamshire, after a skirmish, has reached Pennavilla." That, with a suitable heading, will just complete the column. Editor. Quite so. [Scene closes in upon the arrangement. A MOAN IN MAYTIME. By a Weary Waltonian. Он, Maytime is a gay time for the artist and the dangler, But though SMUDGE, R.A., "feels fine" with his six upon the line, The disciple of Old IZAAK is not gav, For although the "Grawnom" 's off, and the trout at " Alders" scoff, The May Fly-drat it, does not rise in May! ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT. EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P. "YES. THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIKS!" to the teeth, standing at fifty paces nearer entrance to House of Common 3. BRODRICK, who likes to do the thing thoroughly, suggested that the Pirate Peer should fly a black flag out of port-hole at top of cab. CURZON liked idea, but thought it would attract inconvenient attention. Finally compromised by arrangement that cabby should tie bit of black ribbon on his whip. Effect symbolic without being obtrusive. Everything went off excellently. Not a hitch in the arrangements. Whilst questions still going on GEORGE CURZON, with frock-coat lightly but firmly buttoned over a belt teeming with pistols, saunas it were, placed himself between unsuspecting Sergeant-at-Arms tered in from lobby. Glanced carelessly round House. Accidentally, and glass door giving entrance to House. If the armed official attacked Pirate Peer it should be across his (CURZON's) body. At preconcerted signal BRODBICK rapidly entered; bustled down to Front Opposition Bench. Attention of Members thus attracted, the Pirate Peer followed, strode with firm step down House. "Just as if he were walking the plank," said DONALD CURRIE, looking on admiringly. Before House knew what had happened, there he sat. smiling and blushing, between those pillars of Law and Order, JOE and COURTNEY. Never since Parliaments began had British Constitution received such a staggering blow. SAGE of Lords, is not disposed to have stray fragments incorporated with fabric of Commons. Called SPEAKER's attention to presence in their midst of the Pirate Peer. Asked what they were going to do with him? House of Commons, Monday, May 13.-"Well," said the Mem-OF QUEEN ANNE'S GATE, whilst anxious to see destruction of House An anxious moment. GEORGE CURZON tugged nervously at the arsenal scarcely concealed under his frock coat. ST. JOHN BRODRICK involuntarily stretched forth his hand in direction of Mace. Suppose he were to seize it, sweep the Treasury Bench clear at a blow, whilst GEORGE CURZON, with pistol in either hand, and dagger between his teeth, let fly a volley or two? We might have had a revolution. Quieter counsels prevailed. SPEAKER directed Pirate Peer to withdraw below Bar whilst his case was being discussed. SELBORNE obeyed the mandate, and the ground thus left clear, JOE and the SQUIRE OF MALWOOD had a tussle. JOSEPH accused the SQUIRE of acting in a fit of temper. The SQUIRE retorted that it was |