caricatures in that portfolio "where these came from." I heartily thank you for so much, and respectfully ask for more, says yours, very gratefully, THE BARON DE BOOK-WORMS. * * * * * IN MEMORIAM. Strong man and strenuous fighter, stricken down Just when foes owned thee neither knave nor clown! The fiercest of them, time-taught, need not fear To drop a blossom now on BRADLAUGH's bier. * * * * * ARTHUR AND COMPOSER.--Saturday, January 31.--First night of SULLIVAN's _Ivanhoe_ in D'OYLEY CARTE's new Theatre. Full inside, all right. Sir ARTHUR's success. We congratulate him Arthurly, CARTE called before horse,--should say before Curtain, but t'other came so naturally,--looked pale,--quite _carte blanche_; but, like SULLIVAN's music, composed. Could get a CARTE, but no cab. Gallant gentlemen and delicate ladies braving rain and slosh. More in our next, but for the present ... (_Paroxysm of sneezing_). * * * * * [Illustration: ANNALS OF A QUIET NEIGHBOURHOOD. AN ICE PICTURE. _Fair Damsel_. "WHAT A LOT OF HOLIDAYS YOU SEEM TO GET, MR. MINIVER!" _Pet Curate_. "WELL, YES. I KEEP A RECTOR, YOU KNOW."] * * * * * WHAT DO _YOU_ THINK? (_A Song of the Session, as sung by that Eminent and Evergreen Lion Comique_, "JOLLY GLAD" _at the St. Stephen's Hall of Varieties, Westminster_.) JOLLY GLAD, _sings_:-- With a flower in my coat, With a keen eye for a vote, And a sense the things to note, Buff and Blue think, With fond millions to admire, A last triumph to desire,-- Am I going to _Retire_?-- What do _you_ think? Oh, I know the quidnuncs vapour, And that _Tadpole_, yes, and _Taper_, Tell in many a twaddling paper, What the few think; But _they_ cater for the classes, Whilst _I'm_ champion of the masses, Fly before such braying asses?-- What do _you_ think? Wish is father to their thought, Their wild hope with fear is fraught. They are not _au fait_ to aught Liberals true think. They imagine "Mr. Fox" Has delivered such hard knocks That _impasse_ my pathway blocks!-- What do _you_ think? Just inspect me, if you please! Is my pose not marked by ease? _Am_ I going at the knees, Like a "screw" Think! Pooh! The part of Sisyphus Suits me well. Why make a fuss? Eh? Retire,--and leave things thus? What do _you_ think? On the--say the Lyric Stage-- For some years I've been the rage, And some histrios touched by age Of Adieu think. But I'm like that "Awful Dad," Though this makes my rivals mad, Don't true Gladdyites feel glad? What do you think? I'm a genuine Evergreen; It is that excites their spleen Who my lingering on the scene A great "do" think. I regret, _so_ much, to tease them!