[Illustration: DUET--_Baron Cecil Stein and Lady Henry Bancroft Fairfax_ (_with original model of Strasbourg Clock_)--"Here we are again!"] [Illustration: SCENT ZICKA--from a (guilt)-stained-glass Russian window.] Last of all to be mentioned with unstinted praise is Miss KATE RORKE. It is as well to remember throughout that we are witnessing a play of semi-French, not purely domestic English life, and the essence of the play could not be adapted to ordinary English notions. _Julian Beauclerc_, for example, in England, would never have challenged _Count Orloff_; he might have had "a deuce of a row with him"; _et voila tout_. _Dora_, as a young Irish girl, and not, as she is here, a half-breed, would never have threatened to suicide herself out of the window, though all else she, as a not particularly well-educated, but certainly very impulsive girl, might probably have done. Her great scene, where she bangs her fists against the looked doors, shrieking to her husband to return--an effect to be led up to and made within the space of a minute--was, if I may be allowed to say so, without being suspected of exaggeration, "just perfect." That some considerable time will elapse before the enthusiasm aroused by this revival dies out among the patrons and lovers of the Drama-at-its-best is the private opinion, publicly expressed, of Yours, truly, "THE ONE MAN SEEN" IN A BOX. P.S.--When _Diplomacy_ shall have accomplished its Hundred Nights, Mr. HARE can announce its Scentenary. * * * * * A LAST STRAW. (_By One who has to Make Bricks with It._) ["... It is rumoured that a measure will shortly be introduced for transferring the duties of Revising Barristers to Magistrates."] Go, tell the budding blooms they'll ne'er have dew more, Go, doom the summer trees to languish leafless-- A like effect this ultra-fiendish rumour Works in the drooping bosoms of the Briefless. No more Reviserships! No paltry pittance For Themis' harvesters, too often sheafless! Is this the Constitution, once Great Britain's; _This_, your provision for the meekly Briefless? As well proclaim to such as slave at Sessions, A world unburglarised and wholly thiefless, As rob the least rewarded of professions Of its ancestral comfort for the Briefless. What's to become of us?--I speak for many, Idle and "Unemployed," but oh! not griefless; Please, please kind Government to spare a penny, Or yet Trafalgar Square shall rouse the Briefless. Yes! Don't imagine, uncomplaining creatures Are quite disorganised and limp, and chiefless; Our jaw is one of our most drastic features, And Art is long, though Life perforce be Briefless. * * * * * [Illustration: A REGULAR KNOUT AND KNOUTER!!!] * * * * *