s enterprise.

Altogether, it was rather poor stuff, unworthy of the talent of many
of its interpreters and of the trouble that Miss EDITH CRAIG had spent
over its scenic effects. Perhaps the audience had been led to expect
too much, for "_The Daisy_," far from being the "wee, modest" flower
of ROBERT BURNS, had been at some pains to draw preliminary attention
to its merits.

O.S.

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=The Bedroom Shortage.=

"That a woman ought to dress quietly and practically in the street
is unquestionable."

"_Times" Fashion article_.

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"As the harvest season this year is late, sport will not be
general for at least two weeks hence, when grain crops may be
expected to be in stook. For some time to come sheep will be
confined to the low hill-sides and pasture lands and turnip
fields, and a few good bags were had there yesterday."--_Scotch
Paper._

We still prefer the old-fashioned sport of partridge-shooting.

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[Illustration: =WAR AND SCIENCE.=

_Greek Officer._ "CAN'T YOU THINK OF SOMETHING QUICK? THE ARMY IS
WAITING AND THE ENEMY APPROACHES."

_Archimedes._ "SCIENCE IS NOT TO BE HUSTLED, GENERAL. JUST GET YOUR
ARMY TO DO A LITTLE PLAIN FIGHTING WHILE I THINK OUT A FANCY SCHEME."]

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SPANISH LEDGES.

SCILLY.

The bells of Cadiz clashed for them
When they sailed away;
The Citadel guns, saluting, crashed for them
Over the Bay;
With banners of saints aloft unfolding,
Their poops a glitter of golden moulding,
Tambours throbbing and trumpets neighing,
Into the sunset they went swaying.
But the port they sought they wandered wide of,
And they won't see Spain again this side of
Judgment Day.

For they're down, deep down, in Dead Man's Town,
Twenty fathoms under the clean green waters.
No more hauling sheets in the rolling treasure fleets,
No more stinking rations and dread red slaughters;
No galley oars shall bow them nor shrill whips cow them,
Frost shall not shrivel them nor the hot sun smite,
No more watch to keep, nothing now but sleep--
Sleep and take it easy in the long twilight.

The bells of Cadiz tolled for them
Mournful and glum;
Up in the Citadel requiems rolled for t