onour of sinking
_behind_ the Royal Family. And then, what a compliment if Her
Gracious MAJESTY and the Royal Family had all turned round to
listen to him! If I am wrong in my interpretation of the
Court Circular's Circular Note, wouldn't it have prevented any
possible error to have said, "In the presence of"? I only ask
for information, and am

Yours,

FIDELITER.

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A NEW TRACT FOR THE SALVATION ARMY.--The "General," who is the biggest
BOOTH in the show, announced last week that he had been offered a big
tract of land. Hear! Hear! Where? Where? "Anywhere, anywhere out of
the world "--at least, out of our little world of Great Britain & Co.
Let not "the General" be too particular, but accept the tract,--though
he is more used to distributing tracts than accepting them,--and let
him and his army, his lads and lasses, go away and leave us to enjoy
our Sundays in peace and quiet.

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NEW CITY FIRM (_adapted from West End by Our Own Scotchman_).--"SAVORY
AND MAYOR."

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[Illustration: SKY-SIGNS IN THE COUNTRY. (AS SEEN BY OUR ARTIST IN
SEARCH OF THE PICTURESQUE.)]

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[Illustration: NOSTALGIA.

"YOU SEEM OUT OF SORTS, JAMES, EVER SINCE WE'VE COME NORTH. IT'S THE
CHANGE OF CLIMATE AND SCENERY, I S'POSE!" "IT'S WUSS NOR THAT, MARIAR.
IT'S THE CHANGE OF BEER!"]

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VOCES POPULI.

AN EVENING WITH A CONJUROR.

SCENE--_A Suburban Hall. The Performance has not yet begun.
The Audience is limited, and low-spirited, and may perhaps
number--including the Attendants--eighteen. The only people in the
front seats are, a man in full evening dress, which he tries to
conceal under a caped cloak, and two Ladies in plush opera-cloaks. Fog
is hanging about in the rafters, and the gas-stars sing a melancholy
dirge. Each casual cough arouses dismal echoes. Enter an intending
Spectator, who is conducted to a seat in the middle of an empty
row. After removing his hat and coat, he suddenly thinks better--or
worse--of it, puts them on again, and vanishes hurriedly._

_First Sardonic Attendant (at doorway_). Reg'lar turnin' em away
to-night, _we_ are!

_Second Sardonic Attendant_. He come up to me afore he goes to the
pay-box, and sez he--"Is there a seat left?" he sez. And I sez to
'im, "Well, I _t