_Off Jutland, Sunday._--Don CURRIE last night gave return banquet on _Tantallon Castle_ to Hamburgers. Done in princely style. Over two hundred sat down in brilliantly lighted saloon. Had our speeches, as usual with _nous autres_, served with the dessert instead of as _entrées_. Few, short, pithy, and one historical. Don CURRIE proposed toasts to his fellow Sovereigns, the Queen of ENGLAND and Emperor of GERMANY. Burgomaster of Hamburg toasted Mr. G., who responded in speech, lofty in sentiment, eloquently simple, admirable in delivery. Dog and pup, I have, during the last twenty years, heard nearly every one of his great speeches in the House and out. Declare that in all the qualities that go to make a perfect oration, it would be hard for even his record to beat this impromptu speech, delivered amid such strange surroundings. After dinner, a dance on deck. The waltzing and polkaing commonplace enough. But pretty to see JOHN LENG, M.P., and the LORD OF THE ISLES do a sword dance, whilst RAMSAY, M.P., like them, clad in national garb, played the bagpipes. This struck the German guests more than anything. Their papers full of it. * * * * * [Illustration: _Mr. Punch_ regrets to hear (from a thoroughly [un]reliable source) that some confusion has been caused at Keil owing to the great physical resemblance between his representative on the _Tantallon Castle_ and His Imperial Majesty the GERMAN EMPEROR!! In fact, some doubts are expressed as to which of the two it was who opened the Baltic Canal!] * * * * * _Copenhagen, Tuesday._--King and Queen of DENMARK, with rest of Royal Family, had day out to-day. Came aboard _Tantallon Castle_ for luncheon. "You talk about your Roshervilles, _cher_ TOBEE," his Majesty said, as we smoked cigars with our coffee; "but to my mind, the place to spend a happy day is the _Tantallon Castle_." "There is," I said, "the drawback of the absence of shrimps. But then even kings cannot have everything." "True, TOBEE," said the grandfather of our kings-to-be and of other people's. And for a moment the royal brow was "sicklied o'er with pale cast of thought." It cleared as he caught sight of our two rival Kodakesses, who had simultaneously got him in focus. Pretty to see King arrange his hair, give little twist to moustache, and assume look of abstraction, just as common people do when they suspect someone is taking a snap-shot at them. As SARK says, "One snap of the Kodak makes the whole world kin."