[15] Paris, Miss Raynham; OEnone, Mr. Thomas Thorne; Castor, Mr. David James; Orion, J. D. Stoyle; Venus, Miss A. Swanborough; Juno, Maria Simpson; Jupiter, Miss Eliza Johnstone. [16] Paris, Miss Raynham; Helen, Miss Furtado. "Helen" is described by the writer as a "companion picture to 'Paris,'" In "Dido," Mr. Burnand's genius for word-play is agreeably manifested. I take some lines at random:-- "Æneas, son of Venus, sails the sea, Mighty and _high_." "As _Venus' son_ should be." On the sea-shore, dear, I've just come from walking, Studying my fav'rite poets. Need I tell ye The works I read were those of _Crabbe_ and _Shelley_? It is the Queen--of life she seems aweary; And mad as _Lear_, looking just as _leary_. A riddle strikes me: "Why's she thus behaving, Just like a bird of night?" "'Cos she's a _raving_." Mad as a March hare. It is the fate Of _hares_ to be then in a _rabid_ state. "I ne'er shall move as heretofore so gaily, I feel quite ill and dizzy." "_Dizzy? Raly?_" Æneas comes on first as a begging sailor, with "I'm starving" inscribed on a paper suspended from his neck. He strikes up a song, but soon stops it:-- What? no one here? Thy singing vain appears. Land may have _necks_ and _tongues_--it has no _ears_. None to be done, and nothing here to do. [_Takes off begging paper_.] "I'm starving." Ah, it happens to be true! On air I cannot feed, howe'er one stuffs, Not even when it comes to me in _puffs_. I wonder what's become of our small party, Who, yesterday, were sailing well and hearty? I saw our shipwrecked crew sink in the _bay_; 'Twould be a subject fit for _Frith_, R.A. And if the shore last night they failed in gaining, I am the only _Landseer_ now remaining. Being no gambler, I'll ne'er trust again My fortunes to the chances of the _main_.