"A CHIEL'S AMANG YE MAKING NOTES."--Sir ARTHUR SULLIVAN sat next to Sir HENRY HAWKINS during part of the recent sensational trial at the Ancient Bailey, making, of course not taking, notes. Sir HENRY occasionally conversed with the Knight of Music. Did the latter hum, _sotto voce_, "_And a good Judge too!_" with other selections from _Trial by Jury_? Everyone glad Sir ARTHUR is so well. Perhaps after this he will return to Real Eccentric Gilbertian Opera, and go away for "change of air." The "Carte" is at the door, ready to take him, but his original "Gee Gee" has gone to America.
[Illustration: "HONI SOIT QUI MAL Y PENSE!"
"This Garter, brighter from the knee Of him who uttered nothing--important."]
A Star and Garter! Here's a go! Well, well, no doubt 'twas to be worn meant; And, as mere personal adornment, It does look smartish, dontcher know!
All personal adornment's vain, Held Dr. WATTS, holds dear McDOUGALL; For dowdy dress and habits frugal Befit the Democratic strain.
And I'm a Democrat--of course! The BENJAMIN FRANKLIN of the Peerage! And yet--ah! truly 'tis a queer age-- Decoration has _some_ force!
I wonder what the L.C.C. Will say to this! That I should spurn it? JOHN BURNS may swear I ought to burn it. Still--it looks natty round my knee.
I need not wear it when I sit Among the broadcloth'd heirs of BUMBLE! But Foreign Minister too humble Were butt of diplomatic wit.
Battersea's pride my pride may scourge. Well--he may find he's caught a Tartar. A robe--a coronet--a garter!-- Materials for a new "PRIDE'S PURGE"!
The keen-eyed Democratic lynx May watch me with alert suspicion, As but a half-disguised patrician, But--shame to him who evil thinks!
_Sportsman_ (_with gun_). "HILLO, ALGIE, BEEN CUB-HUNTING? HOW DOES THE YOUNG 'UN GO?"
_Algie_. "SPLENDIDLY, OLD FELLOW, SPLENDIDLY! NEVER CARRIED SO WELL IN MY LIFE! GOT CLEAN AWAY WITH ME AS SOON AS THEY FOUND,--COULDN'T HOLD HIM A BIT--BOLD AS A LION, NOTHING STOPS HIM,--WENT SLICK THROUGH A FLIGHT O' FAIR-HOLED POSTS AND RAILS, SMASHED A GATE INTO MATCHWOOD,--TWENTY MINUTES STRAIGHT AS THE CROW FLIES THROUGH AND OVER EVERYTHING,--AND, HANG ME, IF HE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN GOING YET, IF HE HADN'T PUT HIS FOOT INTO A RABBIT-HOLE CROSSING CRUMPLER COMMON, AND COME A REGULAR CROWNER. DON'T KNOW WHERE THE DEUCE THE HOUNDS WENT TO! HAD A GLORIOUS GALLOP, THOUGH, ALL TO MYSELF!"]