ngs to say and said them well) and
_Effie_, his wife, on the theme of the precariousness of their career.
It must have melted the cynical heart of many a critic in the
audience, and I for one was almost persuaded to confine myself for the
future to encomium in these columns.

However, there is no flattery in the compliments I beg to offer to Mr.
JAMES FORBES for a very diverting evening. Perhaps the last Act
dragged a little, but in any case after the orgy he had given us we
were ripe for reaction. With most imported plays one is apt to doubt
whether the humour is novel in its essence or merely a matter of
unfamiliar form, common enough in its place of origin. But the humour
of Mr. FORBES, or at least the best of it, is something more than
American.
O. S.

* * * * *

"She heard him blowing his nose on the hall mat, and
she understood the major sufficiently to know that this
portended something."--_Home Chat._

We have always regarded this behaviour as ominous, even in the case
of civilians.

* * * * *

"Once you have a wife and are tied down to the world, she
creates the necessity of a house and saves you from being a
wanderer on the face of the earth. No wife, no house. Hence,
say our Shastras, it is not the building called the house
that is the wife, it is the wife who is the house. And even
now, both among the high and the low, it is usual for a Hindu
to speak of his wife as his house."
N. G. CHANDAVARKARIN "_The Times of India._"

We foresee domestic trouble when the Flat system reaches India.

* * * * *

AN ECCENTRIC.

Having alighted on strange ground at Chiswick Park Station, I was
lost. My destination was HOGARTH'S House--one of the few homes of the
illustrious which are preserved for pious pilgrims, but whether to go
this way or that I had no notion, nor was there anyone to ask. I
therefore turned to the left and, just after being half-blinded by a
dusty whirlwind, stopped an errand-boy and was told by him I had done
right, and had but to keep on.

I therefore continued, but with so little confidence that a hundred
yards further on I stopped another wayfarer, who, however, had no
knowledge of any Hogarth but a local laundry of that name, and could
not say where it was.

It was the