* * * * * MUSICAL NOTES. I SAY! YSAYE! _Why say?_ Why _not_ say that YSAYE is a grand Yolinist, since he is this; and, as 'ARRY would observe, "No error!" and whoever says the contrary, is not speaking the absolute truth, but "_Ysaye Worsay_." The Yolinist had the advantage of the co-operation of a fine Orchestra, under the Magic Wand of Conductor COWEN. On the 27th, Heard young JEAN GERARDY, Little boy, but player hardy, Not the slightest Lardy-Dardy, Not yet out of care of "Guardy," Heard him _Lundi_, not on _Mardi_. But, whene'er he plays, your Bardy, Always spry, and never tardy, Will again hear JEAN GERARDY. * * * * * GENERAL SUMMARY OF CARICATURES OF MR. GLADSTONE.--"Collarable Imitations." * * * * * [Illustration: FASHION'S FLORALIA: OR, THE URBAN QUEEN OF THE MAY.] * * * * * FASHION'S FLORALIA; OR, THE URBAN QUEEN OF THE MAY. (_A Song of the Season, a very long way after Herrick_.) "London town is another affair Since HERRICK wrote his perfect rhymes." MORTIMER COLLINS. True, sadly true, shaper of rattling rhymes, London hath changed with process of the times. Aurora now may "throw her faire Fresh-quilted colours through the aire," But our conditions atmospheric Are not as in the days of HERRICK. Nathless the Muse to-day may see Flora at urban revelry. See how the goddess trippeth from the West, Fragrant, though something fashionably drest; The Season waketh at her tread, Art lifteth a long-drooping head; Music doth make a merry din. 'Tis profanation, keeping in, Whenas a hundred Shows upon this day Spring, lightly as the lark to fetch in May. Rise, Nymph, put on fresh finery, and be seen, To come forth like the Spring-time, fresh and green! And gay as Flora. Art is there, With flowing hyacinthine hair. Fear not, the throng will strew Largess abundant upon _you_, When Burlington's great Opening Day is kept. Gone is thy Grosvenor rival, not unwept; But a New Nymph, with footing light, Trips it beside thee, nor hath night Shadowed sweet "Aquarelle" whose skill, As of a Water-Nymph, is still Well to the fore. Pipe up! playing means paying, When Fashion's Urban Flora goes a-Maying. Come, my CORINNA, come; and, coming, mark How each street turns a grove, each square a park, Made green and trimmed with trees: see how The pinky hawthorn decks the bough! Each Bond Street porch, or door, ere this Of Art a Tabernacle is; Nor Art alone. With May is interwove Seaweed, which Neptune's favourites love. SWINBURNE should sing in stanzas fleet, How NELSON may, at Chelsea, meet ARMSTRONG! Sound conch-shell! Let's obey Thy Proclamation made for May. Wild marine whiffs from the salt sea are straying, And the brine greets us as we go a-Maying.