Volume 109, 16th November, 1895 _edited by Sir Francis Burnand_ PEACE AND PLENTY. NOTES FROM THE MENU CARD OF TOBY, M.P. _Hôtel Métropole, Wednesday Night._--Dinner in Whitehall Rooms to celebrate completion of railway communication between Natal and South Africa. Occasion important; list of guests comprehensive; all the Colonies represented, whilst DON JOSÉ, home from historic Spain, happily typified the paternal British Lion glad to see its cubs around it. WALTER PEACE, Agent-General for Natal, is the Amphitryon--_le véritable Amphitryon où l'on dîne_. As SARK says, "With PEACE in the Chair and Plenty on the table, what more can one desire?" [Illustration: Joe Chamberlion encouraging the Colonial Cubs.] An excellent dinner, marked by an innovation against which protest cannot be made too early. Between the _entrée_ and the joint cigarettes served. Worse still, they were lit and smoked; timidly at first, but weak-minded men seeing others start also made themselves uncomfortable. Room soon filled with poisonous smoke of tobacco and paper. I like a cigar at dinner, or even two--in proper place. This spoiling of the palate midway through a meal was wanton flying in the face of Providence who had next provided excellent saddle of Welsh mutton. Custom of interpolating cigarette has not even colonial origin to recommend it. "KICKY" likes it, 'tis true. But the British public scornfully asks, "Who's KICKY?" and will be no wiser if I tell them he's a capitalist. After dinner, speeches. For a man whose breast is blazoned with Victoria Cross, never saw anyone in such a funk as REDVERS BULLER when he rose to reply to toast to the Army. Knees shook; manly cheek blenched; evidently moment when he contemplated turning his back on foe and bolting. But pluck of British soldier prevailed, and he pulled through. If alternative were open to him, would rather have gone through the Ashantee Campaign again, or worked his way once more through the sad Soudan. Nothing of this feeling apparent in demeanour of old friend MARTIN F. TUPPER. General impression is that, like SHAKSPEARE, he is dead. All a mistake; only changed his estate; dropped his earlier initials; assumed name of CHARLES, with a baronetcy, the G.C.M.G., the C.B., and the High Commissionership of Canada. Talks prose now instead of poetry. But the old style indelible, ineradicable. His speech to-night marked by all the prosy, kindly, commonplace verbosity of the Proverbial Philosophy of his earlier state.