THE WHITE CURRENCY QUESTION.--Can nothing be done to prevent the Indian VICEROY from carrying out his monstrous proposal about the Rupee? I was just off to Bombay (having recently completed a period of enforced seclusion in Devonshire, occasioned by a too successful competition with a monopolist Mint) on the strength of a newspaper paragraph that "Free Coining of Silver" was permitted in that happy land. Free Coining! In my opinion it beats "Free Education" hollow, and is just what I have always wanted. I felt that my fortune was made, when suddenly the news comes that the free coinage business is stopped. What an injustice! In the name of the down-trodden Hindoo, to whom my specially manufactured nickel-and-tin Rupee would have been quite a new revelation, I protest against this interference with the immemorial customs of our Oriental fellow-subjects.--JEREMIAH D'IDDLA. * * * * * CONTRIBUTED BY OUR OWN WELSH-HARPER'S MAGAZINE.--With the AP MORGANS, AP RHYS, AP JONES, and many others, Wales is the ideal "'Appy Land." * * * * * SEASONABLE. (_By a future Lord Chancellor._) The close of the season, the close of the season, It leaves a man rifled of rhino and reason; And now, with hot rain and a westerly breeze on, I don't opine racketing London agrees on The whole with Society. "_Kyrie Eleison_" I'll chaunt when I stand with my wife and my wee son Some windy "Parade" or exuberant "Lees" on, In the splash of the salt and the flash of the free sun, And am garbed in a fashion that, sure, would be treason To Bond Street; and ruminate, sprawling at ease on The sands with their bands and extempore sprees on.-- "Table d'Hôte-ards," repair to your Homburgs or freeze on Cosmopolitan Alps, and eat kickshaws to tease one; But _me_ let the niggers marine and the sea's un- Translateable sing-song, and bathers with d----s on, Delight, and bare children, their noses and knees on, Till quite I forget Messrs. WELBY AND MEESON (Those despots of law) and my failures, and fees un- Liquidated as yet, and myself--and the season! * * * * * AT COVENT GARDEN LAST THURSDAY. [Illustration] Production of new Opera, _Amy Robsart_, arranged (and very well arranged, too) from Sir WALTER SCOTT'S novel, by Sir AUGUSTUS HARRIS and PAUL MILLIET, the English adaptation by FREDERIC WEATHERLY, and music by ISIDORE DE LARA. CALVÉ in the title _rôle_, splendid; going through everything--three rather lengthy Acts, two impassioned love-duets, and the trap-door in the bridge--with unflagging spirit and charm.