A QUESTION OF POLICE.--A few days since Liverpool set another lesson to London. No doubt with the consent of the Liverpudlians (inclusive of "the dangerous classes"), the local police force had a grand field-day. To quote our excellent contemporary, the _Courier_, "those who witnessed the police's steady march through the streets in three battalions, and their effectively-performed manoeuvres in Sefton Park, would hardly realise what the turn-out meant to most of the men. They were on duty through the night, and had very little rest before they had to parade for inspection (with the march-out and review), and the weather being warm, the display involved fatigue, so that the refreshments provided were very welcome." Yes, and no doubt well deserved. But why should London wait? Why should not we have something of the same kind? We might have a grand Police Review in Hyde Park. All that would be necessary would be to arrange that the metropolitan thieves should keep the ground! * * * PROVERBIAL PARLIAMENTARY ECONOMY, OR SHORT COMMONS FOR UPPER HOUSE.--Don't spare the Black Rod, and then you won't have to spoil the Upper-Housemaid. * * * * * [Illustration: "WHAT A KNIGHT WE'RE HAVING!" _David Garrick._ "CONGRATULATE YOU, SIR HENRY! IN THE NAME OF THE PROFESSION! 'MAY YOU LIVE LONG, AND PROSPER!'"] * * * * * [Illustration: HINTS FOR THE PARK. DON'T PUT YOUR HORSE OUT OF THE WALK UNLESS YOU CAN REALLY RIDE.] * * * * * NOTES FROM A PATIENT'S DIARY. ["Music is a serious therapeutic agent, which exercises a genuine and considerable influence over bodily functions."--_The Lancet._] _Monday._--Feel rather out of sorts, slight touch of influenza, I fancy. Send round for Doctor. He shakes his head gravely, and produces stethoscope. I protest that there's nothing wrong with my lungs, and this is, therefore, unnecessary. But he explains that he treats all his patients by music nowadays; supposed stethoscope turns out to be a cornet, on which he performs selections from _Il Trovatore_ for my benefit. Asks me if I feel better, and in order to get rid of him I pretend that I do. Later on in the day a small musical-box arrives, labelled "to be taken twice a day." Find it only plays one tune out of _Rigoletto_. Pitch it out of window. _Tuesday._--No better. Consult another doctor, who's just taken his degree (in music) at Oxford, and is supposed to be very clever. He feels my pulse, and looks solemn. Then he asks if I've been giving way to Italian opera lately, and appears coldly sceptical when I explain that I have been taking it by medical advice. Prescribes essence of WAGNER, to be taken at short intervals. Begin by attending a RICHTER concert. Dr. RICHTER'S practice is said to be enormous, and every part of St. James's Hall is thronged by his patients.