his proof that all seems now plainsailing;
With his great purpose. Some sneered, "Whim!"
But general shouts now drown their sneering.
A special salvo's due to _him_
Amidst to-day's exuberant cheering.
Hail the Imperial Institute!
And hail the patient Prince promoter!
The man who's neither cynic brute,
Nor phrase-led sycophantic doter,
May echo that. Our patriot tap
Is old, well-kept and genuine stingo;
Not the chill quidnunc's cold cat-lap,
Nor crude fire-water of the Jingo,
But sound as good old English ale,
Full-bodied, fragrant, mild, and mellow.
To try that tap _Punch_ will not fail,
Nor any other right good fellow.
A bumper of that draught to-day
Is "Welcome as the flowers in May!"

Weave on! And may that "flowery band"
Be surer bond than forged steel fetters.
Ho! Hands all round! Whilst hand-in-hand
We need not fear the fierce sword-whetters
Who'd make the pleasant earth a camp,
And stain blood-red the white May-flowers.
May echoes of no mailed tramp
Disturb ye in your Spring-deck'd bowers,
Glad garland-weavers! Heaven bestow
"Sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing,"
One thing above all others know,
Ye who the earth-round band are wreathing,
To-day, to-morrow, _any_ day,
You're "Welcome as the flowers in May!"

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"PLAYING THE DUSE."--MR. HORACE SEDGER announces the engagement at the
Lyric of Mlle. DUSE. The Manager must be prosperous; at all events,
_he_ is not going to the Duse, but the Duse is coming to him. And as
to the Theatre--well, if it isn't a success, the Duse is in it!

* * * * *

"SHE ANSWERED 'YUSS'!"--The most recent and most important change of
name is from "I MAY" to "I WILL."

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[Illustration: MAY 10, 1893.

"THEREFORE ON THIS BRIGHT MAY DAY ARE WE WREATHING A FLOWERY BAND TO
BIND US ROUND THE EARTH."--KEATS, _slightly altered._]

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THANK YOU!

(_For a Photograph, inscribed "With Ethel Travers's kind regards."_)

[Illustration]

It was only a week in the brightest of summers,
We played tennis and golf, and, when ended the day,
We made furious love as two amateur mummers,
Whilst Act IV. saw us One in the orthodox way.

So my holiday ended. I begged a reminder,
I asked you to send me a portrait that should