P.S.--"Demons" have checkmated "Psychos"! Invitations canceled! "Hub" Boycotts Sunday Receptions! Boston half century behind New York and Europe's Elite Society. (Ancient Athens still Ancient!) Regrets and Regards! Good-by, Tremont! (The Proprietors not to blame.) _Vide_ some of his "Apothegmic Works"! (Reviewed in Pulitzer's New York _World_ and Cosmos Press!) * * * * * John Bull et Son Ile! Les Filles de John Bull! Les Chers Voisins! L'Ami Macdonald! John Bull, Junior! Jonathan et Son Continent! L'Eloquence Française! etc. YOU ARE INVITED TO MEET this distinguished French Traveler, Author, and Lecturer (From the land of Lafayette, Rochambeau, and De Grasse), AT MY SIXTH "POP-CORN RECEPTION"! SUNDAY, JANUARY TWENTY-SIXTH, From 2 to 7 P. M. (Tremont House!) _Private Banquet Hall!_ _Fifty "Notables"!_ Talent from Dozen Operas and Theaters! All Stars! No Airs! No "Wall Flowers"! No Amens! No Selahs! But "MUTUAL ADMIRATION CLUB OF GOOD FELLOWSHIP"! No Boredom! No Formality! (Dress as you like!) No Programme! (Pianos! Cellos! Guitars! Mandolins! Banjos! Violins! Harmonicas! Zithers!) Opera, Theater and Press Represented! Succeeding Receptions: To Steele Mackaye! Nat Goodwin! Count Zubof (St. Petersburg)! Prima Donna Clementina De Vere (Italy)! Albany Press Club! (Duly announced printed invitations!) GEORGE FRANCIS TRAIN, Tremont House for Winter! Psychic Press thanks for friendly notices of Sunday Musicales! It will be seen from the "P. S." that the reception could not be held at the Tremont House; but the plucky Citizen did not allow himself to be beaten, and the reception took place at the house of a friend. * * * * * In the evening I lectured in the Boston Theater to a beautiful audience. If there is a horrible fascination about "the man who won't smile," as I mentioned in a foregoing chapter, there is a lovely fascination about the lady who seems to enjoy your lecture thoroughly. You watch the effects of your remarks on her face, and her bright, intellectual eyes keep you in good form the whole evening; in fact, you give the lecture to her. I perhaps never felt the influence of that face more powerfully than to-night. I had spoken for a few minutes, when Madame Modjeska, accompanied by her husband, arrived and took a seat on the first row of the orchestra stalls. To be able to entertain the great _tragédienne_ became my sole aim, and as soon as I perceived that I was successful, I felt perfectly proud and happy. I lectured to her the whole evening. Her laughter and applause encouraged me, her beautiful, intellectual face cheered me up, and I was able to introduce a little more acting and by-play than usual.