Mustn't take it to heart overmuch, 'ARTY! 'Taint as I wants for to scold; But--you play him too light--_entry noo_! 'Taint acos you are young, and he's old. As you need be so precious "punctilious." Delicate 'andling of _him_ Won't pay; it's misplaced altogether. Go at him, lad! Lam the old limb! His bellows can't be as they used to wos. Youth will be served--that's your chance; But, if you play light with Old Shifty, he'll lead you no end of a dance. Think of BENJY, dear boy, my old champion, bless his black curls! _He_ wired in, Never thinking of manners or taste, wich is muck when you're fighting to win. Look at GRANDOLPH, the Marlborough Midget, as often reminds me of BEN! There--there! Don't turn touchy, and tiff; we all need a straight tip now and then. You can do him, next round, I've no doubt, if you'll only fight up to your form. Pull yourself well together, 'it 'ard, bustle up the old boy, make it warm!-- Remember wot JOHNNY BROOME'S mother once wrote to her boy--mark, and mind!-- "Be sure you make use of your left; keep away from your man till you find You can reach him in safety, and _then_--give him pepper. Avoid being thrown. But give 'im all the bursters you can!" Wich that Ammyzon, who is beknown To the fistical world, gave her son--as you're mine--werry proper advice. When time's called, my ARTHUR, wire in; and wotever you do, _don't be nice_! No "overstrained courtesy" _this_ time! It's blessed nigh bunnicked your chance. Let me fan you, dear boy, let me fan you! And when it is time to hadvance Go at 'im for all you are wuth! Bless yer, him and his low Irish lot Won't be in it with GENTLEMAN ARTHUR--_if only you'll give it him hot_! [_Left fanning and fuming._ * * * * * SHAKSPEARII JUNIORES.--Sir AUGUSTUS HARRIS'S and PETTITT'S _Prodigal Daughter_ is going all over the shop. She is coming out in France, in Germany, also, of course, in the Horse-tryin' capital, and will appear, as a matter-of-Corso, in Rome. This for the original English authors is a dramatic triumph which for the universality of their work is second only to that of SHAKSPEARE. * * * * * [Illustration: BETWEEN THE ROUNDS. PERTURBED OLD PARTY (_loq._) "WHICH, ARTHUR MY DEAR, YOU'VE TREATED HIM TOO DELICATE IN FUST ROUND! YOU'LL 'AVE TO PULL YERSELF TOGETHER, IF YOU'RE A-GOIN' TO DO ANY GOOD!"] * * * * * POPULAR SONGS RE-SUNG. THE MAN THAT SMOKES THE RANK TWO-D CIGAR, OH! AIR--"_The Man that broke the Bank at Monte Carlo._" [Illustration] [_Pardon, good_ GILBERT, _pardon, genial_ COBORN, _That from the Bois Boolong. Unto the Cockney purlieus of 'Igh 'Olborn, We shift your famous song._]