BAD LANGUAGE. Miss Betsy Primme. "HE REALLY IS SUCH AN UGLY-LOOKING Well, well, we shall see. I then rode against BEN, In defiance of liking and luck too. Ah! BEN was a Jock! What a seat, what a hand! BOB CECIL, BILL SMITH? Why, they're not in the hunt. But can I? The field has been running all wrong, Going round loses time, and that game often fails; SMITH's right in the road, stolid HARTY close by; And a smasher would follow misjudging. But you won't catch young Brummagem budging. And I fear there's not time to go round 'em! AT THE LYCEUM.-No, no, not WARNER at the Lyceum, but Werner, a light-hearted Play, by BYRON,-not H. J., playwright, but Lord BYRON, poet. It is, or was, originally, in five Acts. But Mr. F. A. MARSHALL has been at work at it, and it may "It may be in ten Acts by this time-or it may be in three. be for years, or it may be for ever"-but, anyhow, it is going to be played on the afternoon of Wednesday June 1, with HENRY IRVING and ELLEN TERRY and a brilliant cast for the benefit of Dr. WESTLAND MARSTON. Sad that charity should be required for authors-but it is always the same story, and probably always will be, to the end of the Literary and Dramatic chapter; and there will always be friendly hands ready to do their utmost to aid distress. "The poor we have always with us," and the charitable too, thank Heaven, and indeed where would be the charity if it weren't for the poverty ? "There's a providence in it all," said Mr. Weller, Junior, O course there is, SAMMY," replied his father, " or what would occasion, the performance will be one of the greatest interest. [They were only discussing the Mephistopheles of a Provincial Dra- become o' the undertakers ?" Apart from the special object of this matic Company. "SHUT IN!" A DERBY DILEMMA. Grand Old Jockey, loquitur. HUMPH! A capital mount, and, what's more, my own choice. My record is good, it must soon be made up. Eheu! The old days, the excitement, the pace! The starts, and the blood-stirring finishes! The beat of the hoofs, and the pulse of the stride, Still move me, yes, that is past doubting. The Ring's cognoscenti. How often before They didn't much fancy my crack Irish Church, |