The second Mrs. TANQUERAY here chimed in, giving her opinion, which did not add to the harmony of the gathering, and a secondary quarrel was going on, because Captain CODDINGTON had said that the scent Comtesse ZICKA used "was not quite up to date," and the latter was offended. In fact, there was a regular row all round. NORA banged her tambourine, and WALKER playfully pretended to hide his head behind Lady WINDERMERE'S fan. At last, however, we managed to calm the indignant ladies, and the party began to break up. "The fact is," I said, "Society is getting a great deal too mixed. Now, I like to go away from an afternoon party feeling a purer and better man, my eyes filled with tears of honest English sentiment----" "Great Scott! don't go on like that. Come and have a drink," said the SILVER DOMINO. "Valour is the better part of indiscretion," murmured Lord ILLINGWORTH. "Good-bye, HENRY. It has been a most interesting afternoon." * * * * * LORD'S AND SANDOWN. ["The Eclipse Stakes of 10,000 sovs., to be run at Sandown Park on Friday, July 14, is looked upon as practically a match between Baron DE HIRSCH'S filly, _La Flèche_, and the Duke of WESTMINSTER'S colt, _Orme_."--_Illustrated Sporting and Dramatic News._] The match between Eton and Harrow at Lord's This week, which commences on Friday, Because of the sport that it always affords, Will draw a large crowd on that high-day. But the interest taken in drive, cut, or catch, Or as to which school will be beaten, Will be nothing to that in the other great match, The same day, 'tween The Arrow and Eaton. [Illustration: ROSEBERY TO THE RESCUE! _Unjust Steward._ "FOILED! BUT NO MATTAH! A TIME WILL COME!!"] * * * * * [Illustration: THE ART OF WAR. _Inspecting-General (galloping up to Mounted Yeoman, placed on Vedette duty)._ "NOW, SIR, WHAT ARE YOU?" _Yeoman._ "WELL, I DO A LITTLE BIT I' PIGS, SIR!"] * * * * * ROSEBERY TO THE RESCUE! _Or, the Young Squire, the Unjust Steward, and the Grateful Ratepayer. An Urban Drama, as lately performed at the County Hall, Spring Gardens._ (_Enter_ Steward, _bearing plans of a splendid, and expensive, Palace_.) _Steward (looking lovingly upon plan)._ Aha! Now shall I triumph, despite mean Moderates, and cheese-paring Economists, and reluctant Ratepayers. GR-R-R! how I hate the whole penurious brood! Housed appropriately I must and will be, though Rate Incidence be as yet ill-adjusted, and that blessed word Betterment be but an ear-soothing sound. But hold!--she comes! _Enter_ Injured, but Beauteous, Ratepayer, _wringing her hands_.