PREPARING FOR PRIVATE THEATRICALS.

"_I'm sure you will be a great acquisition to my little company_;"

_i.e._, "Awful stick, but a _pis aller_ I'm afraid."

"_Now if there's_ anything _you notice not_ quite _the thing_, pray

_mention it_. I'm _not above taking a hint_;" _i.e._, "Nor _you_ up to

giving one--of any value."

"_Oh, no doubt you're right, though it's not the way_ CHARLES MATHEWS

_did it_;" _i.e._, "That's a nasty one for you, Mr. MEDDLER."

"_Ah, yes, I was a little off colour, perhaps; but I shall be all right

on the night, you bet!_" _i.e._, "Not going to be dictated to by _you_

anyhow."

* * * * *

"STANDS SCOTLAND (YARD) WHERE IT DID?"--Yes; only more so. And how kind

and thoughtful of the Government to order that the materials for

building the new Police Offices should be found and fashioned by the

Dartmore convicts. Quite a labour of love!

* * * * *

Correspondent, in _Times_ of Saturday, showed that, in Spite of increase

of population, there has been a decrease of drunkenness. In 1884-85

there were 183,221 drunken Police-court cases; but in 1887-88 only

166,366. Anti-temperance persons will look upon this as "a Drop too

much."

* * * * *

PICTURES OF THE YEAR THAT NO PATRON OF ART CAN POSSIBLY OVERLOOK.--Those

that are sky'd.

* * * * *

"SCOTS, WHA HAE."

(_New Version. Sung at the Opening of the Edinburgh International

Exhibition, May 1._)

[Illustration]

Scots, wha hae at Paris bled,

Scots, wham COOK hath aften led,

Welcome to the white, green, red,

Of your ain Great Exhibition.

Now's the day and now's the hour;

Though you have no Eiffel Tower!

See the bawbees pile and pour;

All the world shall crowd to see!

Wha will want to pinch and save?

Wha to see it will not crave?

Wha will not declare it brave?

Far from Edinbro' let him flee!

Wha will wish to see the sight

Of the graund electric light,

And the "Kiowatt" of might?

Caledonian! on wi' me!

Ninety acres on the plain!

Almost apes the Show by Seine.

Won't folk flock by tram and train

To our International Show.

Let the Incandescents glow,

Sixteen thousand, row on row!

SANDY all the world will show

He will beat the best--or die!

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