* * * * * THE FLY ROUTE TO CASTLES IN THE AIR. (_By Our Imaginary Interviewer._) I found The great man surrounded by plans and models of any number of wonderful inventions. Here was a clever scheme for spending a week's holiday in the Mountains of the Moon, there a recipe for removing the spots from the face of the sun. It would take too long to give an inventory of all the marvels. Enough to say their name was legion. "And so you have discovered the secret of aërial navigation?" I asked, after I was comfortably seated. The great man smiled. He evidently had solved the difficult problem. "I suppose that now you and all will be able to do without ships and railways? I presume we shall be independent of cabs and omnibuses?" [Illustration] Once more there was a smile. I was answered. "Of course," I continued, "you will be able to take your aërial contrivances to all the countries of the earth? What is there to prevent you from starting flying-machines from London to Paris, or Berlin, or even Timbuctoo?" Again there was a pleasant smile. Evidently my guess was a good one. "You will be able to travel thousands of miles without the assistance of rails? You will dispense with land and water? All you will require will be the atmosphere, and that is always with us--always at our service." Again my suggestions remained uncontradicted. "It is truly marvellous," I remarked; "truly marvellous! And you have commenced? You have been able to float through the air for a dozen, a hundred feet?" There was a smile once again. "And yet, perhaps, as railways and steamships are still 'firm' on the Stock Exchange, it may be just as well to allow our holdings in those securities to remain undisturbed? What do you think? It is scarcely time to speculate for a fall?" Once more he smiled, and as smiling is infectious, I joined him in his merriment. * * * * * TO A VETERAN CHAMPION. [At Clifton, on Aug. 9, in Gloucestershire _v._ Middlesex, Dr. W. G. GRACE completed his 1000 runs in first-class matches this summer. The other players who share this distinction are ABEL, ALBERT WARD, and BROCKWELL.] Well hit! _Mr. Punch_ chalks it up once more-- Your ten-hundredth run between the "creases"! Why, this (at twenty-two yards apiece) is Twelve-miles-and-a half for this season's score! But stay! we've no business to "notch" each mile! With your cuts and draws, and your drives and trick hits, You've only to stand still before the wickets, And straight to the boundary "fours" compile! With ABEL, WARD, BROCKWELL, you hold your own, As '94 cricket now nears its finish; We'll hope your four figures will ne'er diminish-- As "Grand Old Bat" you shall e'er be known! * * * * *