When shall this fortune fade? No increased charge we've made (Herein we blundered!) Thanks to all, true as steel! Thanks to the Public, we'll Double Six Hundred. These stanzas, which bore the signature of Mr. Robert Reece, were circulated among the audience, but were not spoken from the stage. The extraordinary run of _Our Boys_, which closed in April, 1879, will long excite the curiosity and wonder of the theatrical world. Mr. Byron's comedy was produced January 16, 1875, and was played continuously for four years three months and three days. This would allow about 1,321 nights, but extra day representations have raised the total number of performances to 1,362. Besides this return the "long runs" of previous days were completely dwarfed. When _Our American Cousin_ was brought out at the Haymarket it ran for 496 nights, and the _Colleen Bawn_ went 278; _Meg's Diversion_, 330; and _School_ 381 nights respectively. * * * * * "_Apropos_ of the vote for six millions," said _The Globe_, "Mr. Gladstone, in his speech, protested against many of the attacks which had been levelled at him during the debate, and he threatened Mr. Chaplin in particular with his vengeance upon some future occasion, and he quoted, amid the laughter of the House, some doggerel verses which had been sent to him in reference to the vote." These lines, parodying 'The Charge of the Light Brigade,' ran thus:-- "Ring out your battle cry-- Vote us our war supply, This must we do or die-- Vote the six millions. Theirs not to reason why, Ours not to make reply, Ours but to say 'You lie'-- Vote the six millions." * * * * * THE CHARGE OF THE "RAD." BRIGADE. (After Mr. Tennyson's "Charge of the Light Brigade".) By the League, by the League, by the League onward, Into the Commons' House went the three hundred. Forward the "Rad." Brigade! "Pass this Bill quick!" he said. Into the Commons' House went the three hundred. Forward the "Rad." Brigade! Who is a whit afraid? What tho' the Tories say we have all blundered? Theirs but to moan and cry--let Jemmy Lowther sigh, and ask Sir Stafford "Why?" Into the Commons' House went the three hundred. Leaguers to right of them, Whiggites to left of them, Tories in front of them, shouted and thundered. Stormed at with hoot and yell, while weak-kneed Lib'rals fell, Into the lobby drear, into the House pell-mell, rushed the three hundred; Flashed all their tongues quite bare, each one his speech to air, Crushing the Leaguers there, dishing the Tories while Salisbury wondered. Plunged in the hot debate, those who the rules had broke-- Parnell and Dillon--reeled from brave Gladstone's stroke shattered and sundered; Then they went out, but not--not the three hundred.