Pleasantry apart, in spite of the acting, good all round, I fear _The Woman Hater_ will soon have to return to the provinces, to make room for something just a little better suited to the London requirements of Mr. TERRY and the audiences of Mr. TERRY'S Theatre. * * * * * NEW BOOK.--_The Green Ways of England._ By a Warwickshire Man. * * * * * [Illustration: SO VERY LIKELY. _Small Rustic (to Brown, whose Champion North-Caspian Bear-hound has just gobbled up one of Farmer Rackstraw's Prize Rabbits, which had got out of the hutch)._ "IF YER'LL GI' ME TUPPENCE, ZUR, I'LL SWEAR _IT WOS THE RABBIT AS BEGUN IT_!"] * * * * * ON THE WRONG SCENT. _Master of Hounds, loquitur_:-- "_Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouths like bells. Each under each._" So SHAKSPEARE'S _Theseus_ tells The merits of his tuneful Spartan pack. Would I could echo it concerning mine! Tut, tut! They're off again on their own line. Come back, ye fools, come back! I envy _Theseus_! Just the sort of hounds For a true Tory huntsman; kept in bounds By discipline none ventures to defy. With such a pack I should be well content; But some of mine are keen on a false scent, And off on a wild cry. Oh, these young dogs! They think disorder's dash; Heedless of horn, rebellious to the lash; Just now, too, when our quarry is so clear! Oh, hang the howling, yelping, whimpering lot! On a fine herring-trail the fools have got. They'll spoil the chase, I fear. Come back! Come back! What, "VINCENT," "BARTLETT," ho! This sort of thing won't pay at all, you know. We are not, now, after _that_ sort of game. Ah, sweet _Sir Roger_, our _Spectator's_ friend. What would you say to this? Come, let it end. For shame, ye curs, for shame! ADDISON'S "good old Knight" was happier far. In his well-ordered pack the casual jar Of a raw dog or "noted Liar" met No recognition; no, "he might have yelped His heart out," but the row had nothing helped The hounds astray to set. Here be "notorious Liars" in full force (The epithet is technical, of course). "TORRINGTON," back! Back, "STANLEY"! "ECROYD," back! Heed "the old hounds of reputation" here. This shindy must be stopped, or 'twill, I fear, Demoralise the pack! * * * * * THE OLDEST SKETCHING CLUB IN THE WORLD.