"ONE DOWN, T'OTHER COME ON!"--Mr. HORACE SEDGER has a _Prima Donna_ supply always on tap. After two of them have retired from the principal part in _Incognita_, the lively Miss AIDA JENOURE--("'Aid 'em JENOURE,' she ought to be called," quoth Mr. WAGGSTAFF)--comes to the rescue, and "on we goes again" with an excellent _danseuse_, too, thoroughly in earnest, as her name implies, which sounds like Miss Sin-cere and is written Miss ST. CYR. * * * * * [Illustration: THE FIGHT FOR THE STANDARD.] * * * * * [Illustration: A MERE DETAIL. _Friend of the Family._ "WEEL, MRS. M'GLASGIE, AND HOW'S YOUR DAUGHTER DOIN', THE ONE THAT WAS MARRIED A WHILE AGO?" _Mrs. M'Glasgie._ "OH, VARRA WEEL, THANK YE, MR. BROWN, VARRA WEEL, INDEED! SHE CANNA ABIDE HER MAN. BUT THEN, YE KEN, THERE'S AYE A SOMETHING!!"] * * * * * THE FIGHT FOR THE STANDARD. (_MODERN MONETARY VERSION._) 'Twas the gallant Golden Knight downed his visor for the fight. All true champions delight in hard tussles. With his yellow Standard reared at his back, no foe he feared, And his gaze all comers queered, There at Brussels. Like _Sir Kenneth_, only more so, he expanded his fine torso. His Standard--bold he swore so--flying proudly, Still supreme should flow and flaunt, its defenders none should daunt. 'Twas a very valiant vaunt. Shouted loudly. Now the Silver Knight had sworn--that the Standard so long borne By the Aureate One, in scorn irreducible Should not solitary wave. He'd squabosh that champion brave, Or would find a torrid grave-- In some crucible! Such cremation he would dare if that Standard he might bear To the dust, and upraise there one more Silvery. For this Argent Knight, though pale, was right sure he could not fail, He was proud of his white mail, And his skill--very! So here, Gentles, you behold that brave Knight in mail of Gold, Sworn his Standard to uphold high and aureate; And that blusterous battle-bout, twixt those champions stern and stout, Will inspire, I have no doubt, Our next Laureate! Yank Knights-Errant may evince interest grave; that Indian Prince Will alternate swell and wince as they struggle; The young Scottish Knight BALFOUR (who looks callow more than dour) Hopes the Silver Knight may score, By some juggle. But in spite of Yank and Scot, and the Bimetallic lot, They who're fly to what is what, back the Gold 'un. And did _I_ bet--for fun--ere this Standard fight is done, I should plank my ten to one On the Old 'Un! * * * * * SUN-SPOTS.