Yes, I think the Brigadiers would have liked that. But, alas, it could not be. And now they have gone, with their passion for questions, never to return, or never till the next A.C.I. cancels the last. "And now no sacred staff shall break to blossom, No choral salutation lure to light," as SWINBURNE put it; or "All the birds of the air fell a-sighin' and a-sobbin' When they heard of the death of poor Cock Robin," as No. 1 platoon of A Company used to sing. Ah, well. EVOE. * * * * * A COUNTRY NIGHT PIECE. THE darkness my footsteps were swathed in Is drenched with a luminous spray; For a chain's length the kerbstone is bathed in A spindrift of silvery grey; By the roadside is mistily glimmering A wall phosphorescent with pearls, All glancing and dancing and shimmering Like star-dust that swirls. Where the high-road dips down to the dingle, A coppice in arabesque gleams Whose traceries melt and commingle, Like ghost trees in moon-fretted streams, As the tremulous glamour sweeps o'er it And skirts the inscrutable sky; Then, Fairyland flitting before it, The car flashes by. * * * * * Sport in Ireland. "In a collision between his vehicle and a tramcar yesterday a passenger was injured and removed to hospital. For other Sporting News see Page 6." _Irish Paper._ * * * * * "----'S SIPPING AGENCY, LTD." _Le Reveil_ (_Beyrouth_). A popular establishment, we feel confident. * * * * * [Illustration: MANNERS AND MODES. PAVLOVITIS. [It is announced that at a coming Charity Ball there will be a dance to the music of SAINT-SAeENS' _Le Cygne_. Our artist anticipates the moment of the Dying Swan's collapse.]] * * * * * [Illustration: _Host_ (_to friend who feels faint._) "NOW, WHAT _YOU_ WANT IS A GOOD STIFF GLASS OF"--(_suddenly remembering the Budget_)--"SODA!"] * * * * * THE TAKING OF TIMOTHY. TEA was over, a clearing was made of the articles of more fragile virtue, and Timothy, entering in state, was off-loaded from his nurse's arms into his mother's. "Isn't he looking sweet to-day?" said Suzanne. "It's really time we had him photographed." "Why?" I asked. "Well, why do people as a rule get photographed?" "That," I said, "is a question I have often asked myself, but without finding a satisfactory answer. What do you propose to do with the copies?" "There are dozens of people who'll be only too glad to have them. Aunt Caroline, for instance----"