(_Echoes from the Naval Manoeuvres._)
[Illustration: Any Port in a Storm.]
"WHAT they're at I can't guess,"
Observes Dungeness,
"Then the plan you've not read,"
Responds Beachy Head,
"FREMANTLE went right on:
I saw him," says Brighton,
"Oh, that's all my eye!"
Ejaculates Rye,
"Well, he came down my way,"
Remarks Pegwell Bay,
"Yes, and HEWETT'S his target;
That's quite clear," adds Margate,
"It seems silly to me,"
Sneers Westgate-on-Sea,
"Humph! I think it quite real:
That I do!" replies Deal,
"And they think so on shore,"
Says the Light at the Nore,
"Well, now it's all over,
Thank goodness!" says Dover.
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A NOTE FULL OF GAIETY.--_Loyal Love_, the new piece at the Gaiety,
requires a little compression. If the Authoress would only reduce it to
one Act, and have that single scene supplied with a few catchy songs,
there really is no reason why it should not serve some day as a very
effective _lever de rideau_ at the Savoy, as a capital foil to a Comic
Opera. For the rest, Mrs. BASIL POTTER has greatly improved, Mr. WILLARD
is (as usual) excellent, but the remainder of the company are
unimportant. Scenery good, and dresses adequate.
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[Illustration: "ZINGS VUN VOOT RAHZER HAF LEFT OONZET!"
_Herr Wohlgemuth._ "ACH, YA! YOU MUST HAF HAT A FERRY COOT MASTER! YOUR
FOICE HAS _LASTET_ SO VUNDERFOLLY LONG!"]
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