* * * * * "PAS MÊME ACADÉMICIEN!" [ALBERT MOORE, the exquisite decorative painter, died on September 25, at the age of fifty-two, "without Academic honour."] "LOVE is enough." Beauty, it seems, is not. And yet upon our land's artistic fame, It seems--does it not, Sirs?--a bitter blot That the official roll lacks this great name! No matter! The R. A., with tight-closed door, Hath less--of honour; English Art hath MOORE. * * * * * "Did you hear PADEREWSKI the pianist?" asked someone of our old friend Mrs. R. "Oh, yes," she replied; "I was most fortunate. He played for several hours at a friend's house, and he gave us the whole of his Repartee." * * * * * RIDDLE BY 'ARRY.--"Look 'ere, if you're speakin' of a young unmarried lady bein' rather 'uffy, what well-known river would you name?--Why, _'Miss is 'ippy'_, o' course." * * * * * [Illustration: ALEXANDER AND DIOGENES. ALEXANDER. "IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO FOR YOU? CASTLE? OR ANYTHING OF THAT SORT?" DIOGENES. "NO--ONLY TO LEAVE ME TO MY TUB!!"] * * * * * [Illustration: GUESTS TO BE AVOIDED. "HULLO, OLD MAN! HOW'S IT YOU'RE DINING AT THE CLUB? THOUGHT YOUR WIFE TOLD ME SHE HAD THE BROWNS AND SMITHS TO DINNER THIS EVENING?" "NO--THAT WAS YESTERDAY. THIS EVENING SHE HAS THE ODDS AND ENDS!"] * * * * * RIFLEMEN--"FORM!" (_A new Volunteer Song, "in vulgar parlance," Brought up to date, after Lord Tennyson_.) ["It is not going too far to say that thousands of men best fitted, physically and morally, to serve as officers or in the ranks, hold aloof from the Volunteers, because they are keenly alive to inefficiency of the average Volunteer. In vulgar parlance they look upon Volunteering as 'bad form.'"--_The Times._] There is a sound that must terribly jar On the ears of the West in our finical day; 'Tisn't a sound of battle and war, But of something much worse in its "vulgar" way. Storm's warm about Volunteer "form," Ready, be ready against that storm! "Form!" "Form!" Riflemen, "Form!" Be not deaf to the sound that warns! What? "Bad form!"--that's a prig's last plea. Are figs of thistles? or grapes of thorns? How can W. feel with E. C.? "Form!" "Form!" Riflemen, "Form!" Ready to meet "Sassiety's" storm! Riflemen, Riflemen, shun "bad form!" Reform your "form"! Abide nothing "low"! Look to yon butts, and take good aims! But better a miss, or a magpie or so, Than that bad, bad form which "Sassiety" shames. Storm's warm about Volunteer "form," Ready, be ready against that storm! Riflemen, Riflemen, Riflemen--"Form!!!"