Sea-king's son from over the sea, Successfully you have sought her! England cries "Welcome!" this day to you, As once to the "Sea-king's daughter." IV. Our QUEEN is well content. "_I Promessi Sposi._" May the future stint its shadows, And leave their pathway rosy. V. Heard she the well-loved voices, Crying and calling to her:-- Where is MAUD, MAUD, MAUD? A Prince has come to woo her. VI. Hark! a sound at the door! "Little _King Charley_ snarling"?-- Nay. A Danish Prince from a distant shore; And--this CHARLEY is her darling! * * * * * A PLEA FOR OUR TREES. ["The frost has told heavily on the London trees."--_Westminster Budget._] "Frost has told heavily on the London trees." What matter; whilst the seasons wane and wax? But what makes London-lovers ill at ease Is the fierce ruin of the Vandal axe. "Frosty but kindly" is chill Winter's touch Upon our trees, as on old ADAM'S head; But when the Jerry Builder lays _his_ clutch On trees, he leaves them but deformed--or dead! Ruined by jobbing gardeners' ruthless ravages, Hideous as DORÉ'S cripples, trolls or gnomes. Will no one save from these tree-slaughtering savages The bowery charms of our suburban homes? * * * * * HAPPILY NAMED.--"M. JAURES spoke in the Assembly for four consecutive hours."--_Telegram from Paris._ * * * * * [Illustration: TAKING THE REINS. Mr. CHAMBERLAIN visited the Colonial Office on his return from the Continent, and subsequently had a consultation with Lord SALISBURY. _Daily Paper_, November 2, 1895. ] * * * * * FASHIONS FOR THE FIFTH. _To Strachan Shavins, Esq._ DEAR OLD STRACHAN,--So you want a few hints from me as to what you should wear this Fifth of November. Well, my dear fellow, of course I shall be delighted to be of any service I can to you. You needn't have apologised for troubling me. It is only natural that, as you say, you "shouldn't wish to make a fool of yourself on such an occasion by turning out in the wrong sort of toggery." Dress is a more important factor in _our_ profession than is generally supposed, and we, as Gentlemen and Guys, should be the last to set conventionality and propriety at defiance by appearing in public without proper regard to our personal appearance. First, let me beg of you _not_ to be persuaded into adopting a cocked-hat. The career of the paper cocked-hat--with or without coloured trimmings--is closed, and I for one do not regret it, for it always seemed to me to imply an assumption of military rank which, on the part of civilians like ourselves, is surely rather a paltry affectation.