"OUR BOOKING OFFICE."--Not open this week, as the Baron has been making a book. Interesting subject, "On the Derby and Oaks." Being in sporting mood, the Baron adopts as his motto King SOLOMON's words of wisdom, out of his (King SOLOMON's) own mines of golden treasures,--"And of book-making there is no end." He substitutes "book-making" for "making of books," and with the poetic CAMPBELL (HERBERT of that ilk) he sings, "it makes no difference." * * * * * AFTER THE EVENT.--Last Sunday week was the one day in the year when ancient Joe Millers were permissible. It was "Chestnut Sunday." We didn't like to mention it before. * * * * * The Royal General Theatrical Fund Dinner, held last Thursday, will be remembered in the annals of the Stage as "ALEXANDER's Feast." * * * * * HORACE IN LONDON. TO A COQUETTE. (AD PYRRHAM.) [Illustration] What stripling, flowered and scent-bedewed, Now courts thee in what solitude? For whom dost thou in order set Thy tresses' aureole, Coquette. "Neat, but not gaudy"?--Soon Despond (Too soon!) at flouted faith and fond, Soon tempests halcyon tides above Shall wreck this raw recruit of Love; Who counts for gold each tinsel whim, And hopes thee always all for him, And trusts thee, smiling, spite of doom And traitorous breezes! Hapless, whom Thy glamour holds untried. For me, I've dared enough that fitful sea; Its "breach of promise" grim hath curst Both purse and person with its worst. My "dripping weeds" are doffed; and I Sit "landed," like my wine, and "dry;" What "weeds" survive I smoke, and rub My hands in harbour at my Club! * * * * * OPERATIC NOTES.