_Chorus from the other Peris._ Yes, they've stood here nearly as long as you have. You must wait your turn, like the rest of us! No preferences _'ere_! We've got as much right to go in as you.... If Mr. TANFIELD wants you admitted over our heads, let him come and let you in himself! If _any_ one goes in first, it ought to be Barristers! (&c., &c.) _Doork._ (_impartially_). Well, it ain't o' much consequence, Gentlemen, for I can't let _none_ of you in at present! [_The M.M. simmers with suppressed rage; wonders if it is worth while to mention that he happens to be a Barrister himself, and wishes to enter for the serious and legitimate purpose of collecting material for an Essay he is contributing on "The Abuse of Cross-Examination" to the "Nineteenth Century." On reflection, he thinks he had better not._ _Doork._ (_as the crowd in Court is again convulsed_). Clear the way there! Court rising--Counsel coming out! Ah, this _is_ Mr. TANFIELD. _The Peris_ (_White Wigs and all_). Now we shall _see_! [_They regard the M.M. with anticipatory triumph._ _Mr. Tanfield_ (_passing out, and recognising the M.M._). Why, my dear MUTTON, won't they let you in? Here, come along with me! [_He passes his arm through the M.M.'s, walks with him to the other door, murmurs a request for his admission, and the next moment the M.M. is safe in the haven of his desire._ _The other Peris_ (_looking after him enviously_). Well, of all the brazen impudence! [_They are swept aside by the current of emerging Counsel, Spectators, &c. and re-assemble, to find the doors as pitilessly closed against them as ever. The White Wigs threaten to write to the "Law Times" on the subject, and are regarded with admiration by the rest as Champions of Popular Rights._ * * * * * [Illustration: OLD TIMES REVIVED. _Portrait of Candidate making his Third Speech on same day._] * * * * * RACINE, WITH THE CHILL OFF. [Illustration: On his Hobby.] Baffled by official prudery in the production of his poetic episode from Holy Writ, yet resolved that the names of SARAH and OSCAR shall be bracketted together on the muster-roll of genius, Mr. WILDE has undertaken to re-write RACINE's _Phedre_ for that distinguished actress. In his version the smoothly-chaste and insipidly-correct verses which our grandmothers learnt to recite, and our grandfathers pretended to admire on the lips of the classic RACHEL, will give place to the school of BAUDELAIRE and VALLES. We have been fortunate in obtaining an _echantillon_ of this great work. ACTE I., SCENE 3. _PHEDRE, OENONE._ _Phedre._ Je me meurs d'ennuie. Mon eventail, et vite! _Oenone._ Madame, je devine votre mal. Vous aimez HIPPOLYTE!