"Kidneys and 'armony"--that was the old programme in the "Cave." And then the march of time killed poor old Paddy, and another management reigned. Gradually the "lady element" was introduced, and a portion of the hall was set apart for the mixed assembly. And then came trouble, and, finally, disestablishment. And for some time before the closing of the Cave as a place of entertainment, it was customary to remove the fine old pictures (what became of them, I wonder), from the walls, at "Varsity Boat Race" time. For the undergraduate of those days was nothing if not rowdy. Youth will have its fling; and at Evans's the fling took the form of tumblers. Well do I recollect a fight in "the old style" in the very part of the "Cave" where eminent barristers, actors, and other wits of a past age, used to congregate. The premier boxer of Cambridge University had been exercising his undoubted talents as a breaker of glass, during the evening, and at length the overwrought manager obliged him with an opponent worthy of his fists in the person of a waiter who could also put up his fists. Several rounds were fought, strictly according to the rules of the Prize Ring, and in the result, whilst the waiter had sustained considerable damage to his ribs, the "Cambridge gent" had two very fine black eyes. Well do I remember that "mill," also the waiter, who afterwards became an habitual follower of the turf. If Cremorne introduced the fashion of "long drinks," sodas, and et ceteras, the suppers served in the old gardens had not much to recommend them. A slice or two of cold beef, or a leg of a chicken, with some particularly salt ham, formed the average fare; but those who possessed their souls with patience occasionally saw something hot, in the way of food--chiefly cutlets. The great virtue of the cutlet is that it can be reheated; and one dish not infrequently did duty for more than one party. The rejected portion, in fact, would "reappear" as often as a retiring actor. "I know them salmon cutlets," the waiter in _Pink Dominoes_ used to observe, "as well as I know my own mother!" In fact, Cremorne, like the "night houses" of old, was not an ideal place to sup at.