the past and present EVANS'S, 'retained,' to quote his own immortal line about the lamented VON JOEL, 'on the establishment, in consequence of his long services.'" So affected were both HARRY and TOMMY by MR. BARLOW'S discourse that they begged to be allowed to quit a place which only aroused so much sadness in the breast of their beloved preceptor. As they were leaving, MR. BARLOW paid a shilling for some refreshment which he had taken, whereupon the waiter begged to be remembered, which MR. BARLOW, being blessed with a good memory, willingly consented to do. But the waiter candidly explaining that he was expecting a trifle for his trouble, MR. BARLOW could not refrain from expostulating with the honest fellow on the absurdity of such a system, and informed the boys, that, in the old and palmy days of EVANS'S there was no charge for admission, and the attention bestowed on visitors being admirable, it was a pleasure to bestow some gratuity upon the attendants, which was always received by the money collector at the door with a grateful "I thank you, Sir. Good night, Sir." While MR. BARLOW was thus addressing MASTERS HARRY and TOMMY, the waiter was summoned to a distant quarter of the room, whereupon they ascended the steps, and found themselves in the Piazza of Covent Garden. "Farewell, EVANS'S!" said MR. BARLOW, sadly; "I know not that I shall darken thy doors again!" "What you were saying, Sir," observed HARRY on their reaching their lodgings, "reminds me of the story of _Tigranes and the Amphibious Black_." _Mr. Barlow._ I do not think TOMMY MERTON has heard it. _Harry._ Well, you must know, MASTER TOMMY---- But TOMMY had gone straight up-stairs to bed. MR. BARLOW, who knew the story by heart, having, indeed, himself told it to MASTER HARRY, then took his candle, and wishing HARRY a very good night, retired. * * * * * VIÆ ANTIQUÆ. IT is pleasant to make honourable mention, in _Mr. Punch's_ columns, of anything bearing the name of JERROLD. The latest appearance of this name is in conjunction with that of GUSTAVE DORÉ--a household word. Two artists have been making a pilgrimage through London together, and each, with his own implement, is recording his experiences, the result to be a beautiful book, whereof an inviting specimen has appeared. _Mr. Punch_ is glad to welcome a new memorial of Augusta Trinobantum, especially as that city is being so rapidly "improved," especially in the parts most likely to attract the eye of M. DORÉ, that it will soon be all as colourless as a Boulevard or Regent Street. If MR. JERROLD will show M. DORÉ anything that shall call out the power lavished on the houses in the pictures to a certain book of _Contes_, the two will do the good deed of apprising posterity that London was the production of architects, and not of excessively respectable contractors for building purposes. * * * * *