While MR. BARLOW was thus addressing MASTERS HARRY and TOMMY, the waiter was summoned to a distant quarter of the room, whereupon they ascended the steps, and found themselves in the Piazza of Covent Garden.
"Farewell, EVANS'S!" said MR. BARLOW, sadly; "I know not that I shall darken thy doors again!"
"What you were saying, Sir," observed HARRY on their reaching their lodgings, "reminds me of the story of _Tigranes and the Amphibious Black_."
_Mr. Barlow._ I do not think TOMMY MERTON has heard it.
_Harry._ Well, you must know, MASTER TOMMY----
But TOMMY had gone straight up-stairs to bed.
MR. BARLOW, who knew the story by heart, having, indeed, himself told it to MASTER HARRY, then took his candle, and wishing HARRY a very good night, retired.
IT is pleasant to make honourable mention, in _Mr. Punch's_ columns, of anything bearing the name of JERROLD. The latest appearance of this name is in conjunction with that of GUSTAVE DORÉ--a household word. Two artists have been making a pilgrimage through London together, and each, with his own implement, is recording his experiences, the result to be a beautiful book, whereof an inviting specimen has appeared. _Mr. Punch_ is glad to welcome a new memorial of Augusta Trinobantum, especially as that city is being so rapidly "improved," especially in the parts most likely to attract the eye of M. DORÉ, that it will soon be all as colourless as a Boulevard or Regent Street. If MR. JERROLD will show M. DORÉ anything that shall call out the power lavished on the houses in the pictures to a certain book of _Contes_, the two will do the good deed of apprising posterity that London was the production of architects, and not of excessively respectable contractors for building purposes.
WE have heard, with gratification, that the remainder of the sentence on JOHN POYNTZ SPENCER, who was sent to Ireland in 1868, and who has since been immured in Dublin Castle, is likely to be remitted. His admirable conduct during his exile has endeared him to all, and his return will be warmly welcomed. It will be felt that he has amply expiated the political offence of being a Whig Head-Centre, and we trust that an honourable future is in store for him.
[Illustration: M]OST of our contemporaries have lately improved an alarming occasion with many monitory observations on typhoid fever. The whole of these, however, reducible into a few words, may be pretty well summed up in the caution,--Look to your drains. In addition, _Dr. Punch_ begs to offer a piece of advice _gratis_ to all persons in possession of his universal remedy, price 3_d._, 4_d._ stamped, to counterfeit which is piracy. Look to yourselves.