Mr. MORAN.--Bad is the best of them. The discussion then ended. This is unkind to Mr. MORLEY. Perhaps a stave of a popular Irish melody will run thus,-- Och, these dhrivellin' Saxon Governments, They dhroive us patriots mad! The worst of 'em's unspakable, And the best of 'em is bad! * * * * * "A LITTLE MORE CIDER TOO."--"The National Association of Cider Makers," says the _Bristol Mercury_, "is taking energetic measures to ensure more attention being given to the cider competitions at agricultural shows." And it can't make its measures too energetic--not even if it turns an average consumption of a pint-measure into a quart. What beverage beats cider cup--unless it be perry cup? At present the only people at the shows who are allowed to taste the cider are the judges. But the public want to taste, too--give them a taste _of_ cider, and they'll get a taste _for_ it in no time. And rival makers want to taste each other's products, so as to make their own better. "Cider on tap" is the motto for the shows, and the West country will thus be given a deciderdly useful "leg-up." * * * * * PUERIS REVERENTIA!--The advertisement question in tram-cars is "up" again before the Glasgow bailies. The Town Council has banished these disfigurements, but it seems there are still Philistine bodies who long for the good old flaring coloured-poster days. Witness this account of a recent meeting:-- Mr. BATTERSBY pointed out that a large revenue could be derived from advertisements on the cars, and he did not see why the committee should look over such a thing. Bailie PATON said that personally he was dead against putting advertisements on the cars. If any necessity arose they had that source of revenue. He would not spoil the beautiful appearance of the cars by vulgarising them. Mr. BATTERSBY.--That is all sentiment of a very puerile description. Perhaps. But as there happens to be a large balance to the good on the working of the cars, why not allow the "puerile sentiment" to have play? We could do with a lot of this kind of puerility and sentimentality down south. * * * * * GOOD OLD SAM!--Our belief even in the "respectability" of SAMUEL PEPYS is gone for ever. The Bright light recently thrown on him by the indefatigable MYNORS BRIGHT has done the trick. This skilled and uncompromising decipherer of the Pepysian shorthand will be remembered in connection with these volumes as "_Under_-MYNORS BRIGHT." * * * * * APPROPRIATE SPOT FOR A PROVINCIAL BICYCLE CLUB.--Some Rural Wheellage in the Wheel'd of Kent. * * * * * [Illustration: WHAT, INDEED! "LOOK HERE, DOCTOR, MY SON WANTS ME TO SEND HIM TO _COLLEGE_, AND HE SPELLS IT _COLIDGE_. WHY HAVEN'T YOU TAUGHT HIM BETTER?" "AH--I'M AFRAID THAT MERE SPELLING IS NOT TAUGHT IN OUR CURRICULUM!"