I sorrow over the new town clock of Dalkey. In my _Freeman's Journal_ I read that, at the monthly meeting of the Dalkey Township Commissioners, a letter was read from Messrs. CHANCELLOR AND SONS, stating that the new town clock could not be made to strike, but they could make a new clock for £100. The letter was marked read--and no wonder. If it can't strike, it had better be wound up, and Dalkey is obviously the place to wind it. Otherwise there seems no reason in the Township's name. * * * * * Clevedon is, I believe, in Somerset. Anyone in search of a sensation ought to have gone there last week, for it is stated that "Mr. VICTOR ROSINI'S Spectral Opera Company commenced a week's engagement at the Public Hall on Monday evening." I cannot imagine a spectral _basso_ or _tenore robusto_. And in any case, why should the unfortunate operatic spectres be harried into giving public performances? * * * * * MUSICAL HONOURS!!--The friends of Sir HENRY JAMES, Q.C., M.P., will celebrate his being raised to the peerage by serenading with "_The Aylestone Chorus_." * * * * * [Illustration: "VIVA L'ITALIA!" _Admiral Punch_ (_to Italia on the occasion of her Fleet visiting England_). "WELCOME, _mia Bella_, to you and your splendid Ships! I come of an old Italian Family myself!"] * * * * * HER PREVIOUS SWEETHEART. _Wednesday._--Violet has accepted me, this very day, the happiest of my life. She is the sweetest and prettiest woman in the world. I have loved her long and passionately. She has not loved me long, and she could never love me passionately. She is rather unemotional. Even when I kissed her this afternoon for the first time she was quite calm. She tells me she has once loved, as though she could never love again. Her previous sweetheart was a Captain. I am a mere writer. His name was PERCY PLANTAGENET CHOLMONDELEY. Mine is JONES. I hope that in time she may forget him. _Thursday._--Meet her in the Row, and sit under the trees. She is fond of horses. So am I, but I do not ride often. She mentions that Captain CHOLMONDELEY was a splendid rider. Listen patiently to what she tells me. _Friday._--To the Opera with VIOLET and her people. She does not care for GOUNOD'S _Faust_. Prefers a burlesque with comic songs. Says the Captain sang comic songs admirably, with banjo accompaniment. When it's well done, I also like that. Tell her so. This encourages her to further reminiscences. Of course, she is right to conceal nothing from me now we are engaged, but frankness, even engaging frankness, may be carried too far. Manage to change the subject at last, and then unfortunately the Soldier's Chorus reminds her of a parody in an amateur burlesque which Captain CHOLMONDELEY----and so on.