That the wedding as a wedding was not bad, but a couple of hundred thousand troops or so posted as a guard of honour, would have made it more impressive. That Buckingham Palace is rather _triste_, when it is populated on the scale of one inhabitant to the square mile. That Covent Garden Opera House, decorated with leagues of flower wreaths, is the finest sight in the world. That Sheriff AUGUSTUS GLOSSOP HARRIS deserves a dukedom, and, if he were a German, should have it. That one State Ball is like every other, but still it was very well done on Friday. That the visit to the City was an entire success (although I wish the audience had made up their minds whether they would stand up or sit while I was speaking), thanks no doubt to the influence of the Sheriff. That Saturday's doings were delightful. I was absolutely deafened with the cheering. That it is very pleasant to be so well received, especially when, three years ago, I was generally snubbed and treated as a nobody. * * * * * THE BUSY BISLEY. SCENE--_Within measurable distance of Waking. Enter Lounger and Marksman, R. and L. _Lounger_ (_heartily_). Why, I _am_ glad to see you! And how are things going on? _Marksman_ (_cordially, but abruptly_). Capitally! Good-bye! _Loung._ But I say, what a hurry you are in! Can't you stop a minute for a chat? _Marks._ Another time, but just now moments are precious. _Loung._ But I say, you see I have found myself here--it doesn't take much longer than getting down to Wimbledon. _Marks._ Of course it doesn't--whoever said it did? But there, old chap, I _must_ be off! _Loung._ You _are_ in a hurry! Ah, we used to have pleasant days in the old place? _Marks._ Did we? I daresay we did. _Loung._ Why, of course! Grand old days! Don't you remember what fun it used to be decorating your tent; and then, when the ladies came down--which they did nearly all the day long--what larks it was getting them tea and claret-cup? _Marks._ Very likely. But we don't have many ladies now, and a good job too--they _are_ a bore. _Loung._ Well, you _are_ a chap! Why, how can there be any fun without your sisters, and your cousins, and your maiden aunts? _Marks._ We don't want fun. But there, good-bye! _Loung._ But I say, I have come all this way to look you up. _Marks._ (_unbending_). Very kind of you, but, my dear fellow, you have chosen rather an unfortunate time. _Loung._ Why, at Wimbledon you had nothing to do! _Marks._ Very likely. But then Bisley isn't Wimbledon. _Loung._ (_dryly_). So it seems. Everyone said that, when they moved the camp further away from home, they would ruin the meeting. _Marks._ Then everyone was wrong. Why, we are going on swimmingly. _Loung._ It must be beastly dull. _Marks._ Not at all. Lovely country, good range, and, after it rains, two minutes later it is dry as bone. _Loung._ Yes, but it stands to reason that it _can't_ be as popular as Wimbledon.