s, for all they're like wolves, for that
matter), on which he writes "Ulster," with their mouths open,
looking up at it. And this, he says, is an illustration of a line in
SHAKSPEARE,

"The howling of Irish wolves against the moon,"

which you'll find in _As You Like It_ (whether you like it or not),
Act V., Sc. 2. If the O'CHAMBERLAIN, or the O'SAUNDERSON, or any of
'em, can make use of this, they're welcome to it.

Yours,
A PIP OF THE OLD ORANGE.

* * * * *

HOOK-Y SAILOR.--"_Inauguration of a New Service to the Continent_
via _Harwich and the Hook of Holland._"

This sounds as if it ought to catch on. Is the Hook of Holland any
relation to the THEODORE HOOK family of England? Were that eminent
wit now alive, he would be the first to ask such a question. The
route sounds a pleasant one.

_Advice to Tourists_,--Keep your Eye on the Hook.

* * * * *

A CIVIL NOTE FOR THE MILITARY.

MY DEAR MR. PUNCH,--I observe that in a preliminary notice that has
been sent round to the Press by the Executive Council (I suppose that
that is the proper title of the Governing Body of the forthcoming
Royal Military Tournament), it is said that there is likely to be
some novelty in the mimic warfare known as the Combined Display of
all Arms. The circular informs those whom it may concern, that "it is
intended that, so far as space will allow, the scene shall be that of
one of the more recent conflicts in which British troops were actually
engaged, and special information from those present on such occasions
has been invited, so that the result is likely to be of more than
ordinary interest."

Quite so. I call your particular attention to the last few words
in the above sentence, in which reference is made to "the special
information from those present on such occasions." I thought the idea
so good, that I immediately prepared a scheme for the adoption of
the Royal Military Tournament, founded upon my acquaintance with
the manners and customs of the English army when at Islington and
elsewhere. I give it for what it is worth--not much, but (to quote the
once popular song) "better than nothing at all."

ROUGH IDEA.

A dozen Infantry privates saunter leisurely into their places,
half-way across the arena, and await events.

Enter Bridging Battalion, Royal Engineers. They bridge over an
old cloth river. The dozen Infantry men wait until the erecti