SOMEBODY proposes another Dickensian query:--SCENE--_The wedding at Wardle's._ TIME--_After the wedding breakfast:_--"At dinner they met again, after a five-and-twenty-mile walk." Where did they breakfast, and where did they dine, and how many hours did men of _Mr. Pickwick's_ and _Mr. Tupman's_ build take to do a twenty-five-mile walk in? * * * * * THE GOLFER'S PARADISE.--_Link_-ed sweetness long drawn out. * * * * * THE REAL ROADS TO SUCCESS.--CECIL RHODES. * * * * * REX LOBENGULA. ["Rhymes are difficult things, they are stubborn things, Sir."--FIELDING: _Amelia_.] LOBENGÚLA! LOBENGÚLA! How do you pronounce your name? How do those who call you ruler Your regality proclaim? Does the stalwart Matabele Seared with many a cruel scar, Ere he gives his life so freely, Hail you King LOBENGULÁ? Have I read in British journals, On a 'bus _en route_ to Holborn, Telegrams where British Colonels Have the cheek to call you LÓ-BEN? Has your name some fearful meaning Redolent of blood and bones, Or am I correct in weening It's vernacular for JONES? Kaiser! Potentate! Dictator! Any title that's sublime Choose, but send us cis-equator For your name the proper rhyme. * * * * * AFTER THE CALL. ["A further call of £5 per share has recently been made on the shareholders in one of the companies in the Balfour group."] After the call is over, What is there left to do, All absolutely vanished, Left not a single sou. Furniture, trinkets, money, Gone, gone, alas! are they all; What is there left but the workhouse After the call? * * * * * UNDER THE ROSE. (_A Story in Scenes._) SCENE XV.--_The Drawing-room at Hornbeam Lodge._ TIME--_Monday evening, about six._ ALTHEA _is listlessly striking chords on the piano_; Mrs. TOOVEY _is sitting by one of the windows_. _Mrs. Toovey_ (_to herself_). Where _did_ THEOPHILUS go last Saturday? He is either the most consummate hypocrite, or the most blameless lamb that ever breathed; and I'm sure _I_ don't know which! But I'll find out when CHARLES comes. It would be almost a relief to find Pa _was_ guilty; for, if he isn't---- But, thank goodness, he is not very likely ever to hear where _I_ was that evening! _Althea_ (_to herself_). It couldn't _really_ have been Mamma in that box; she has never made the slightest reference to it. I almost wish she _had_ been there; it would have been easier to tell her. What _would_ she say if she knew I had gone to such a place as the Eldorado? [_She drifts, half unconsciously, into the air of_ "The Hansom Cabman." _Mrs. Toov._ What is that tune you are playing, THEA? _Alth._ (_flushing_). N--nothing, Mamma. Only a tune I heard when I was in town. The--the boys in the street whistle it.