These evening papers, blow the horn and cry them; Inviting every one to come and buy them. This is the way the sort of thing is done-- (_Crying_) Se-cond edition here! the _Memphis Sun_, Wondrous intelligence! for here you have in it The sudden resignation of the Cabinet. _Sab._ The Cabinet resigned! _St. G._ No, that's mere vapour! You must say something, just to sell the paper. In Mr. Burnand's version, which is the longer of the two, there is much more story, and there are many more puns. St. George has not so prominent a place in the action, which is more elaborate and varied; while the dialogue is in the writer's most rollicking mood. Take, for example, these, lines of Kalyba's, addressed to her sirens:-- _1st Siren._ Madame, there is a four-oared boat in view without a steerer. _Kalyba_ (using pince-nez). P'raps the Harvard crew. No, they don't row _half hard_ enough for that; Take care! they'll go ashore upon the flat. They don't row well, but with uncommon pluck; The stroke wants art--p'raps he's a stroke of luck. I wonder where they come from! maybe Dover! A crab! as sure as _eggs_ is _eggs_ they're _ova_! Attract them here; you must not let them pass; Some visitors--give me my looking-glass (_they offer telescope_). Not that (_they give her a hand-mirror_). Now sing, as Sirens did before us; We _lure_ all here with tooral _looral_ chorus. To practise bathing arts we've our diploma. (_All have by this time produced the hand-mirrors and combs._) To attitudes! (_All pose themselves combing hair, etc._) We're in a state of _comber_. Here, again, is a specimen of daring pun-making:-- _Vizier._ Sultan of Egypt, this pathetic tear Proves you've one faithful _Vizier_ left--_viz. here_. _Sultan._ My star is set. _Vizier_ (_looking at star on Sultan's breast_). With honour you have borne it. Stop! if your _star is set_ in diamonds, pawn it. _Sultan._ The real one--this sham one's rather tasty-- Is gone: so _requiescat_--sir--_in pastey_.