ement frequently catches our eye. It is "_Dr. Gordon
Stables's Health Series_." Have the Gordon Stables anything to do with "the
Gordon Hotels"? If not, why not? as evidently they could work together to
their mutual benefit.
* * * * *
_A History of Medicine_, by Dr. EDWARD BERDOE, is announced as shortly to
appear. It will be illustrated by a Black (-and-White) draughtsman.
* * * * *
DESIGNS FOR MI-CAREME.
(_To be worn as Costumes at the next International Fancy-Dress Ball._)
_The Emperor W-ll-m._--PAUL PRY on Tour.
_The Czar of R-ss-a._--Protection.
_The Sultan of T-rk-y._--Wrecked in Port.
_The Khedive of Eg-y-t._--Young Hopeful.
_The President C-rn-t._--A Dissolving View.
_Prince von B-sm-rck._--The Shadow of the Past.
_Count C-pr-vi._--The Substance of the Future.
_Vicomte de L-ss-ps._--A Lock on the Suez Canal.
_The Pr-m-r._--A Scotch Mixture of HOMER and Home Rule.
_Sir W-ll-m H-rc-t._--The latest of the Plantagenets.
_Mr. J-hn M-rl-y._--"To Dublin from _Pall Mall_."
_Lord R-nd-lph Ch-rch-ll._--The Prodigal Returned.
_Mr. Speaker P-l._--The chucker in.
_Mr. L-b-ch-re._--The Spirit of Te--ruth.
_The Marquis of S-l-sb-ry._--The Irish Emigrant.
_Mr. Arth-r B-lf-r._--Golf surviving Government.
_Mr. H-nry Irv-ng._--A Canterbury Pilgrim.
_Miss Ell-n T-rry._--A NUN, with none like her.
_Mr. J. L. T-le._--A Walker, Running, London and the Provinces.
* * * * *
"I'M MANXIOUS TO KNOW."--The Isle of Man, it appears from Mr. SPENCER
WALPOLE'S book, has thriven on Home Rule. We all know that Club Land gets
on very well, Club-law being administered by men only, seeing that men only
are the governing and governed. But "Home" is the antithesis of the Club,
and Home Rule, domestically, means Female sovereignty. In the Isle of
Man-_sans_-Woman there can be no Home Rule properly so called. It must be
"_Homo Rule_."
* * * * *
"HOME, SWEET HOME!"
(_Latest Parliamentary Version._)
_Returned Wanderer sings_:--
'Mid gold-fields and lion-haunts though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the past seems to hallow us there,
Which, trot round the globe, you will not meet elsewhere.
Home! Home!
Sweet, sweet home!
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!
An exile from ho
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