Wielding a wizard's wondrous skill, He leads us captive at his will, But only, mark you, to delight us, Unlike the cruel Emperor TITUS. O'ercome by harmony's aroma, I sink into a blissful coma, Until, my ecstasy to crown, The infant lays his baton down. From the Equator to the Poles Thy fame in widening circles rolls; But once the audience leave the hall Thy pop-gun claims thee, or thy ball. Imagination's wildest flight Pants far behind this wondrous mite, And ST. CECILIA and ST. VITUS Are vanquished by our Tiny Titus. * * * * * _The Evening News_ on the Crystal Palace ground:-- "The roof, back and sides of the stand have been taken away so that people standing on 'Spion Kop,' the hill at the back ... will have an uninterested view of the whole length of the field of play." This, together with a nicely crowded journey both ways, makes up a pleasant afternoon. * * * * * PROFESSOR SPLURGESON ON PERSONALITY. STRANGE CONDUCT OF FASHIONABLE AUDIENCE. Professor Splurgeson delivered the first of his Claridge Lectures at the theatre of the Mayfair University yesterday. The auditorium was crowded to its utmost extent, ladies largely predominating. Professor Peterson Prigwell, in a brief introductory speech, said that the achievements of Professor Splurgeson beggared the vocabulary of eulogy. More than any other thinker he had succeeded in reconciling high life with high thinking. Professor Splurgeson, speaking in fluent American, began by alluding to the numerous links which bound together his country with that of his audience, and pointed out that nowhere was this affinity more pronounced than in their philosophies. Both showed a concrete cosmopolitanism indissolubly wedded to an idealistic particularism; both agreed that truth, no matter how abysmally profound, could be expressed in language sufficiently simple to attract large audiences of fashionable women; both, finally, made it clear that Pragmatism, unless allied with Feminism, was destined to be relegated to the limbo of the obsolete. (Cheers.)